I seemed to run out of time for a lot of things this December. Our tree was up late, our cards went out later, I wrapped presents Christmas Eve at 11pm… and I never got a chance to make the gingerbread house that the wee ones kept asking about.
My mom has a gingerbread house that we bought ummmm four years ago at IKEA (hey, we don’t actually eat it, so I’m not worried about it going bad). She kept mentioning that we needed to make it, and we kept not quite having time to do it.
So this afternoon, I finally made the time. Who cares that it’s after Christmas? Who cares that most people are taking down their Christmas decorations? We spent a good hour having a blast putting together our gingerbread house.
Ok, so that’s really a picture of the box.
Apparently that’s what our gingerbread house was supposed to look like. Except for putting on the icing (which is a somewhat delicate job), I let the wee ones decorate the house however they wanted. I let them tell me where to put blobs of icing, and then I did their bidding.
We had lots of smiles, and they were so proud of themselves.
Look, Mommy! I made a door handle. And it’s red!
Look, Mommy, I made a doorbell.
Look, Mommy, my gingerbread man is throwing a snowball!
Look, Mommy! I made a wreath for over the door!
Seriously, why didn’t I do this weeks ago? How did I not make the one hour of time to spend with them to do this? Granted, it was one hour of time because the house umm came pre-assembled (thank you, Costco!), but still… next year, we’re making our house the first weekend of December!