Finally, this weekend, I put it together and let the youngsters loose with frosting and candy.
I love the comparison between the two sides of the house. My little perfectionist DS-12 did one side; my free-spirited DS-7 roofed the other side. DS-12 tried very, very hard not to “fix” DS-7s side. But it was a struggle for him.
After they had finished DS-12 was not at all happy because the confection did not meet with his expectations of perfection. So I joined them and gooped frosting about on the eves to make icicles. While symmetry is great in actual architecture, it doesn’t add much to the charm of a gingerbread house.
DH came home from shopping ~ he said he was going to pick up milk ~ with a string of tiny lights to wrap around the house. The boys were delighted! We saw the lights earlier in the week when shopping for candy, but I didn’t want to spend the money on them, although I knew they were going to tell Daddy about it and he would find a way to get the lights for the boys.
I was right. In this way DH is very much like my Daddy was. He loves to do small, funky, impractical things that he knows will thrill the children.
Since I can no longer blog without an obligatory photo of Ginger (the cat, not the bread) here is a shot of her sitting on my computer keyboard. I wasn’t paying attention to her yesterday because I was on the phone doing an interview. So she settled down on the one place she knew I would be unable to ignore her presence.