So what did the kids do while they were at their GranMary's house? They made a gingerbread house! I just gotta say- I am totally proud of my mom for taking on this project. She is not the kind of gal who does messes well. I swear, I don't remember one single time when I was a kid that our house was messy. She's not anal about it or anything, she's just one of those naturally neat and organized people. Unfortunately, I did not inherit that gene because it seems like my house is perpetually in a state of disarray. Except for the laundry- which used to be my nemesis. There were always clothes stacked to the top of the ceiling in the laundry room. I despise folding clothes and putting them away. But last winter I had a dream that Kamron told me we couldn't adopt a baby because I couldn't keep up with the laundry that two kids made, much less add in another one. (Not that he'd ever say anything like that in real life) But every since then, I've made it a priority to keep up with the laundry. And having clothes where they are supposed to be has revolutionized my life. Now if I could only apply that to dirty dishes, dusting, vaccuuming, etc. Oh well, a girl can't have it all.
Okay- so back to the gingerbread house. Here's the crew with their creation:
Then came the best part- eating the gingerbread house!
Shockingly, all that sugar didn't keep them awake. The 30 minute car ride home lulled them right to sleep. Man- it was so great to have a night out!