Getting Our Gingerbread On

I told you the other day about my desperate attempts at leaving the Grinchys behind.  And I am trying.

I tried so hard today that some insane attempt at restoring my grand-parenting position possessed me.  All the way to WalMart to buy stuff to make gingerbread houses.

Even when I knew it would be horrifically messy.  And send us all on sugar highs for the next 14 years.

I debated buying the kit.  But knowing full well that my kids do not understand the concept of sharing and team work, I knew it would mean shelling out $30 for 3 kits that would just get chunked after a few days because no one in my family actually eats that kind of gingerbread and candy.

So we went the graham cracker and icing route.  With all the candies that we love.  And spent ridiculously less money. 

Score.

Except for getting it all home and realizing that actually following through on the activity was going to recquire me to take another Prozac.

But I put on my big girl britches and littered the table with the bevy of materials. 

And we got our gingerbread on.

And we licked our fingers.

And munched on M&Ms and Nerds.

And got more sprinkles on the floor than we did on our houses.

This is more of a Gingerbread Shanty.

Lovely, aren't they?

And so worth the trouble and the mess.

Because tonight we giggled together.  And no one argued.  And we had sugar for dinner.

Good times.