It Was Almost A Gingerbread House

Holiday traditions are great and wonderful, but children have the right idea. It should be fun. We made a gingerbread house this weekend and the best part was doing it wrong. We had a kit, of course. The instructions said to put the four sides together with frosting and then wait ten minutes.

I asked the four year old little girl to my left if she wanted to wait ten minutes to decorate the house while the frosting “set” and she said, “No. I want to do it now.” She proceeded to try to open the bag full of colorful candies. The four year old boy next to her watched expectantly. I thought, “Oh  whatever.”

We proceeded with abandon and glee. All three of us.

I opened the bags of candy.  I put frosting on the walls, carefully at first, and then well,  I did the best I could.

I held the walls together while the children started putting candy on the walls. The little girl, oh so carefully and in a pattern. The little boy, not so much so. They each had their own ideas of how to proceed.

The children giggled as they put a candy on the gingerbread wall and oh so casually put some into their mouths. One on the wall, two in the mouth, giggle, giggle.

“Hey!, Wait,” I pretended to be oh so offended. Giggle, giggle, giggle, “You are eating the candy. I see that! That’s for the house!” Giggle, giggle, giggle. I joined in. The sound of little children’s laughter does that to me, especially when I am being extra silly. We continued and that poor little house did not have a whole lot of candy on it.

It was finished and I told them I would get my phone to take a picture. I  turned around and when I looked back, I found  two small children sitting ON the table, each working on eating one wall of the house. Both with faces covered in purple frosting and the happiest looks on their faces. I started taking pictures. How did I get so lucky to have these two little ones in my life?

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About jambiethoughts

My name is Jamie W. Bryant,. Sometimes I drop the W. I am a currently a 55 year old woman with a serious sense of whimsy. I was having a hard time describing myself but when a friend said everyone wanted to be a princess, men and women, I said to call me a Queen, Warrior Queen. I think Whimsical Happy sometimes Silly Warrior Queen Who Takes No Shit But Is Really Kind and loves to have fun but is really responsible might do it. It is long, however I have never been good at editing myself, in SO MANY WAYS, so there is that. If you still have no idea who I am, well, read my blog and try to figure it out. I can be serious. I can be silly. I love to make myself and others laugh. I speak real shit. I believe everyone should be treated with respect, and I will if you will. I calls them as I sees them. I sometimes swear. Gasp! I do not swear when I am in the presence of children, but this blog is for grown ups. You have been warned.
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One Response to It Was Almost A Gingerbread House

  1. thehouseai says:

    You are braver than me – despite being a traditionalist, and that also includes making many traditions with my kids, gingerbread houses were not part of them. I think we may have tried one once, but with both my eldest and I being rather OCD at times, the result was somewhat appalling. I know my youngest always wanted to, and may have even done some on her own, but I just couldn’t. I would want it to be a perfecting charming confectionary palace – Hansel and Gretl, Rapunzel’s castle, etc. Something you’d see from the finest makers on the Food Network contests. I applaud you for just diving in. A woman who can let go of her pride and make it about the kids. Bravo! Although in my defense, my oldest wasn’t that happy with it either… 🙂

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