Every December of my childhood, my mother and her sisters bravely gathered all 10 of us cousins together to celebrate the December birthdays (Hi Chris & Kyle!) and make candy houses. They would cut cardboard milk cartons into house shapes and stick them on a paper plate, then coat them with frosting and we would create elaborate masterpieces of beauty and tastefulness (haha, get it?). Well, Kirk would. But now my mom is a
grandmother, and as Tessa politely pointed out,
grandchildren, as opposed to sad neglected children, score real, store-bought gingerbread houses. (OK, they were left over from a kindergarten project.
Still.)
1986: Kirk, Jenny, Nancy, Emily
1987: Kirk
1993: Jenny (with the
rad blue glasses & crimped hair), Emily, Kirk, Daniel
2009:
Step One: Cram as much candy into your mouth as possible, because this
must be a dream from which you will soon be rudely awakened:
Step Two: Oh, okay, I guess this is kinda fun too.
Step Three: WOW. An architect is born.
3 comments:
WOW! No milk cartons? REAL STORE-BOUGHT houses?
Isn't it funny how much the grandma's spoil the grandkids. My mom's defense is.... "We just didn't have any of this stuff when you kids were little!" What.EVER!!! ;) Love the houses! My kids wouldn't have noticed if it was gingerbread or cardboard underneath because ALL they are interested in is the icing and CANDY!
Okay the old photos of the same project are a riot!
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