On Thursday, Livia baked sugar cookie gingerbread men. And floured. And rolled. And baked and floured some more until there were clouds of flour covering the kitchen counter and floor.
The house had a flour storm unlike any ever witnessed before. Flour on Liv’s scalp. Flour on our clothes. Flour on the dog’s head and, after one especially tumultuous mishap, flour turning his gluttonous doggy tongue from pink to white. Honestly, I don’t know how he even swallowed at that point.
9 Comments
jonesey Dec 3, 2009 9:28 PM
Hi, I am really enjoying the photo project this year and seeing everyone’s photos!
Thanks for hosting, what a great idea!
alina Dec 3, 2009 9:55 PM
Thanks for the feature! And I love this photo. Really captures the magic of making Christmas cookies as a kid.
Moriah @ Please Pass the Salt Dec 3, 2009 9:57 PM
Exactly why I roll my dough in between sheets of waxed paper.
Ping Dec 3, 2009 11:29 PM
Thank you for the feature. It’s exciting to read and see other blogs and photos! Love your photo as well.
Amy Dec 4, 2009 6:43 AM
CUTE, CUTE!!! :)
ashley Dec 4, 2009 7:39 AM
How cute! What a great photo.
Clorissa Dec 4, 2009 1:06 PM
I love the picture. So very sweet.
Haley Dec 4, 2009 1:43 PM
Sweet little hands. I always think photos like these are going to be the ones that choke me up when my kids are grown.
Rebecca Dec 4, 2009 4:39 PM
Haley, I didn’t feel choked up until you mentioned the growing up part. Gulp. Motherhood is so bittersweet! You both want them to grow up (some moments more than others) and you want to keep them little and squeezy-size forever.