Like most of my out of control projects, this one started easily enough. I volunteered to host the monthly
playdate for Blue's preschool class. The premise is really simple - invite the kids somewhere (house, park, whatever) to play so they can get time together outside of school and so that the parents can get to know each other.
So, I invited them over. Then thought, "well, we could do something...maybe a little craft project...it's almost Christmas...how about gingerbread houses?". I didn't think, "But wait, you don't have a pattern, you haven't made gingerbread in over 10 years, and oh, yeah, you still have a million things to do for Christmas and the end of the year in Primary - forget that you might want to sleep once in a while".
Blue and I designed a pattern, dug out the old gingerbread recipe, emailed a
WONDERFUL friend, and gave it a try - and repeated 14 more times. Here are the naked houses:
And after being
attacked decorated by 3 and 4 year
olds:
Blue, working on his house (to his credit, he did ask permission before eating his way through a pile of candy):
I don't have any siblings (if I did, they might talk me out of some of these ill-conceived projects), but I wonder if Blue or Pink will resent having to share everything or be grateful that they were each included in so many activities. Probably the former. Oh well, they each got a house:
Wishing you much sanity in the final days before the real fun begins!