don’t throw me down clark

last night we did our annual tradition of making gingerbread houses.  every year i forget what a pain in the patootie it is to hold those sides + roof on there while waiting for the icing to get hard.  and as usual, it was filled with crazy laughter, candy eating and piping icing straight into the littles + animals mouths. 

after holding her house together 45 times, i finally gave up.  

ravens eyes make me laugh, hard.  she loved loved the icing.

yep, straight into the dogs mouth.