Last year I had a lot of apprehension about making the gingerbread house – I didn’t expect the kit to actually work as well as the box advertised – but I was pleasantly surprised. The house proved to be pretty much indestructable – even at the hands of a 3 year old. So this year, it was supposed to be a piece of cake (er cookie) – right? Wrong. The first go round – mom must have put too much snow (aka frosting) on the roof and it just caved the entire house in – and it was not be repaired. Therefore, Cailee and I spent the better half of the day hunting down another kit (where they had been available everywhere a few days prior, they were now pretty picked over). We finally did, approached our house construction a bit differently and finally got to the end result we wanted. Only now, after all that drama, Cailee just wants to eat it. I would rather enjoy looking at the fruits of our labor just a day or two at least.

Connor just knew there was candy within arm’s reach and was going to stop at nothing to get at it – as you can see.

Tada! Or as Cailee is saying these days – drumroll please…