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!
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!
All’s well that ends well.
I gave up control, Molly jumped in to
Oh, and I no longer have to Gingerbread House Kits sitting on my dining room floor. It’s the magic of Christmas, folks!