For two years now, Kate has been lording it over her brother that she came in first in the gingerbread house building contest, kids division,, and he lost. Now, technically, he came in second, and she won, because there were only two entries in their division.
I am one of those modern parents who thinks it was great that they even entered, and used their creativity and all that. I would give out ribbons and trophies to everybody!
Last year, we were sick for the contest- I actually had made dough, figuring we could roll it out, but that just didn’t happen. It has been in the freezer for a year- I figure since we don’t eat the houses (mmmm! stale gingerbread!) it doesn’t really matter that the dough is old.
So, this year, we are healthy, and ready to go. The houses have to be at the library at 9:30 Saturday morning.
Kate wants to have a Valentine Post Office, with heart shaped windows made of hard candy.
Will (previously known as “the boy” but it seems reasonable to refer to him by his name now,) is making a gingerbread Jurassic Park…with dismembered gingerbread people who have been ripped apart by the gingerbread T-Rex.
In order to prevent tears on Friday, we have been doing a little bit of mixing and baking and building every night this week. There still may be tears on Friday. We’ll let you know how it goes.