I am wife to a magnificent man and mother to five wonderful children. Three of my children were born in the Northwest and two were born thousands of miles away in Liberia, West Africa. Birthplace is no matter, all of my children were born in my heart. This is our journey.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

It seems we aren't completely without tradition.

My kids asked me just over a week ago when we were going to do our annual gingerbread house. I had forgotten that we have done that the last few years. Now, many things I am. A baker I am not. You can ask Steve about my infamous M&M cookies in the early days of our marriage. It wasn't pretty. A kit has been my life saver in this area. But this year, I decided to switch things up and bought a cookie kit instead. The kids always seem a little disappointed when we finish decorating the house and it can't be eaten. So this year, I found a cookie kit with yummier icing that is meant to be eaten.

Daddy and I shared icing duties to get them started.

Some take their decorating work very seriously.

Some decide later that more icing is better. Not that I blame them.

Even Daddy got in on the decorating.

There you have it. One happy, spiffyily decorated gingerbread family. I am afraid I do have to report that, at this very moment, we have five headless gingerbread people. But my family is happy, so that's what matters.


Brooke said...

Steve's looks like a tribute to Sarah, LOL

Gross Family said...

so cute - what a great idea!