As per Henrichsen tradition, tonight we broke in the New Year by smashing this
to smithereens!
Noah’s ice skater that he made at school during his Second Grade Gingerbread House-Making Fest ended up looking like she skated herself into a pie toss.
And Mark and Hunter fondly named these pink mints “urinal mints.”
And Justus, who now has the stomach flu instead of Jericho (who had it yesterday) quickly recovered when he saw the abundance of candy and I don’t even want to imagine what his barf is going to look like tonight around 3:00am.
And when we were done stuffing our faces with candy and we had a giant gingerbread fight, threw it all over the kitchen and each other and then, threw it in the garbage. And now if you’ll excuse me, I think I have several pieces of gingerbread still stuck in my bra. Happy New Year!