When I was a kid, I always wanted to make gingerbread houses at Christmas. It was probably the only thing we didn’t do at the holidays, so I am definitely not complaining. I remember one year, when I was about thirteen or so, my brother and I took matters into our own hands and built the most epic gingerbread house EVER. It was three stories tall and I’m pretty sure we didn’t use any gingerbread, but we used graham crackers, shortbread, sugar cookies, 187 different kinds of candy and about 80 tons of frosting. I wish I had a photo of it, because it was amazing, but the pictures are packed away with the rest of my parents’ stuff.
I saw a gingerbread house kit at Trader Joe’s the last time I was there, so of course I bought it for Annie. Half the fun of parenting is getting a chance to do all the things you wish you’d done, right? I’m enjoying doing all of these things with Annie – she gets such enjoyment out of everything she does, it’s impossible to not be happy around her. Especially at Christmas!
The only thing I did was “glue” the house together with some frosting I whipped up. Once the house was all together, Annie did everything else. As much as I wanted to make a cute little perfect house, I didn’t buy the kit for myself, it was for her. And I think what she made was perfect, anyway.
I set everything out in front of her and let her go to work. Lots of frosting was involved.
I’m surprised there wasn’t more of this:
She had very definite ideas of how she wanted to decorate, where she wanted the sprinkles and the people and the candy.
The initials on the roof are awesome.
See? The finished house is perfect and she is sooooooo proud of it:
I kind of want to shellack it and keep it forever.
“Mommy, do you think the family loves the candy house I made them? I hope so.”