I think it was the day after Thanksgiving that we decided to really start using Santa as leverage with pretty much everything. Getting dressed, whining, eating, sleeping. As if I didn’t already like Christmas, this year I developed a whole new appreciation. To fill up that month between Thanksgiving and Christmas we spent time preparing for the holiday with tree trimming and things of the like.
In these pictures, Brittain decorated “her†tree at Gramy and Papa’s. She was thrilled about it and she really took great care in placing each and every ornament…on one branch.
I bought a Gingerbread House kit and I was thrilled about it. Everything was there and you had the picture on the front of the box as a guide. It was going to be great and Brittain couldn’t wait. I should have known that something would go wrong. As Brittain sat in the chair eating all the candy that was to go on the house, I was busy putting the house together with the frosting. All was well until, while I was holding one side of the roof until it dried, it broke completely in half. I tried everything on my own to fix it, but there was nothing that was keeping the roof from collapsing into the middle of the house. I was thankful that it wasn’t bothering Brittain, but I was extremely upset about it. I finally called Mama and asked her to bring over some super glue. Does anyone ever actually eat those gingerbread houses after they’ve been sitting out on the counter for 3 weeks? Exactly. So, Mom came over with the super glue but volunteered to fix it without the glue so to keep the “integrity†of the gingerbread house. It was 5 hours later when she finished the masterpiece.
It was this picture that really summed up the frustration from that day.
