Well.
You make a gingerbread house, of course.
And by “make,” I mean you finally wisen up and realize it’s soooooo not worth the effort to build one from scratch with three over-eager, tiny people rushing you into structurally unsound engineering, whilst secretly eating all the decorative candy, and instead, you buy a preassembled one.
Boom.
Yay, for none of the angst and all of the fun! (*Jazz hands.)
This was by far our most enjoyable (and tasty) gingerbread experience to date. :)
Naturally, because my crazies weren’t consuming enough sugar as it was, we instituted “icing breaks” every time we rotated the house to decorated a new side.
Basically, they stuck out their wee little hands, I squirted some wherever they directed, and they went nuts. Hehe.
Happy, happy, (sugar high) joy, joy.
This round of gingerbreading (yup, I’m making it a word!) was so lovely, in thinking about buying one for each kiddo next year and letting their individuality shine through. :)
Love these crazy nuggets.
Happy, happy, (sugar high) joy, joy.
This round of gingerbreading (yup, I’m making it a word!) was so lovely, in thinking about buying one for each kiddo next year and letting their individuality shine through. :)
Love these crazy nuggets.
And despite all the sickness and germs—I suppose the downtime its forced upon us has been much-needed.
Oh, and look what we spied on our brief, one-hour-fresh-air-lunch-outing?? Super fun.
Yay, holidays!
(Mostly) Happy Monday, peeps!
Oh, and look what we spied on our brief, one-hour-fresh-air-lunch-outing?? Super fun.
Yay, holidays!
(Mostly) Happy Monday, peeps!
P.S. I never did get to finish my random, catch-up posts yesterday. So here’s hoping I can smuggle one or two in this week!
Over and out.
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