My First Gingerbread House

This evening we went to a Christmas party at Dave and Heather's house. Each family decorated a gingerbread house. This was my first one, or at least that I can recall. Mom, did I make one in elementary? I don't know, is this what happens when you get older, you start to forget stuff?

Cheyenne wasn't with us, so Trey and I built this on our own. In case you are wondering, Cheyenne is spending a few days in Abilene. If you see her in town say hi! I'm scared to tell her about all the fun we had without her, she would've loved this fun activity. I kind of feel guilty. I'm the one that should be jealous. On second thoughts, see picture below. Nah, I'm good. 

At one point we all got icing on our face, hands or hair. Nice face, ginger. Get it, my ginger making a gingerbread house. Love it! Oh, Trey is not amused. 

We are missing a few, but this is our small group. We studied the Word and prayed for each other for the past few months. These guys are great. 

The front of our house. 

Look, it's a cookie cutter neighborhood.