Our friends, the Childs, invited us over for an evening of gingerbread house making. Rachel made the gingerbread and frosting for us, and we provided an assortment of goodies to decorate with. I have a problem of getting WAY to involved in crafts. I think that a gingerbread house qualifies as a 'craft'? Anyways, I was beyond absorbed in the task of assembling, fortifying, and decorating the house. Blake dutifully cared for our would-have-been-orphaned son. Here are some pictures from the evening:








For New Years Day, we decided to blow up the stale gingerbread houses.
When I taught school the fellow teachers and I were sharing traditions around the lunch table. A good friend of mine shared her family tradition of "blowing up the gingerbread houses" on New Years Day. I thought that was funny, and unique. . . I know people save their gingerbread houses for years, but I just throw them away (after eating a few candies off of the chimney) as soon as Christmas is over. Since that lunch conversation, I have always waned to try the blow-up disposal method for my gingerbread houses. The Childs were great accomplices.

