Good Golly Miss Molly! Oh Boy Baby Brother!: Gingerbread Houses 2011

Your read that correctly. 2011. Because I bought these Gingerbread House Kits last year.

My original plan was for Molly to have her pal Max over to make these last Christmas. But China had other plans, and I ended up half way around the world last Christmas.

The gingerbread houses sat unopened in the corner of my dining room for a year. That’s right. I didn’t move them for an entire year. Except to vacuum.

I considered making gingerbread houses for Valentines Day. But February 14th came and went. Then I contemplated doing them for Easter, but that day came and went as well. I thought it would be kind of comical to do them in the middle of summer, but well, you know.

So when this Christmas rolled around again I thought: Hey, now I have two kids. And two gingerbread houses! It doesn’t matter that they are a year old. I’ll just tell my two little cherubs that that candy is old and not to eat it. That should work. No sweat. It’s all good!

The gingerbread houses were unboxed, craft paper covered the table, instructions on not to eat the candy were given and we were good to go.

Typically I am the kind of person that wants to control an activity like this: We must pick a design and work carefully to ensure the design is implemented to perfection.

I can be a wee bit anal.

This year, I turned over a new leaf and decided to let the kids just go for it. I would sit back and only offer help when it was requested and only do what was requested. Nothing more.

It was liberating!

Here’s Sam, deep in concentration, working on his roof.

And the same goes for Molly.

Next, Molly comes over and tries to get Sam to eat some of the year-old candy.

And here is Sam complying with her request.

I’m not sure if Molly is laughing because he actually did it, or because she realized that he didn’t die from the experience and now she could also eat the year-old candy, too.

I didn’t have to worry about micro-managing this project because I had an able assistant who was more than willing to jump in and dictate how things were to be done.