|vision of my future for the next two weeks|
The gingerbread party has grown substantially in the past years and now a bunch of our friends have kids and quite a few of our friends have made the party a holiday tradition— which is super cool! The not-so-super-cool part of the holiday tradition is that the number of guests require a lot of gingerbread baking hours for me. It took a long time even before I was a mom, but this year, with two eager helpers/constant interrupters I’m allowing a little more time than I usually do, in hopes that it won’t stress me out. I typically throw on my Santa apron, crank up Delilah and all her sappy Christmas stories, and stay up late, just me and the rolling pin in a kitchen that smells heavenly. It's a big time commitment, but I love to see our friends and family create houses and gingerbread people. Well, and I love to create them myself. This year I'm considering building a baseball field. The marathon is beginning.
And so, I leave you all with a history in pictures of our gingerbread party.
|Our first gingerbread experiment (notice basketball hoop)|
|My friend Sarah's house at our first annual party|
|My barnyard explosion at our third annual|
|a quaint cabin, third annual|
|Santa's wrecked sleigh and dead reindeer, fifth annual|
|castle, fifth annual|
|Jamie and me and our Elf, fifth annual|
|the night before...Aaron's chili and my gingerbread|
|drawbridge to my castle, fifth annual|
|Cal tastes gingerbread for the sixth annual|
|gingerbread in waiting|
|African safari, sixth annual|
|train #1, sixth annual|
|my train, sixth annual|
|my church, fourth annual|
|Jim and Vania's church, fourth annual|
|snowmen roasting s'mores, fourth annual|
|the Castaway and Wilson, fourth annual|
I couldn't find any from our second annual party. When I do I will add them in. Happy Wednesday!