Wednesday, December 7, 2011
First of all, my apologies for the photos, many of which are a bit dark. We are busily trying to keep up with our advent calendar here, but with our day to day life, a husband out of town for the week, and oh so many gifts to make, we are barely keeping up with all the holiday glee (thus the rather rushed, dark photos).
The last few days have been filled with gingerbread: houses, trains, cookies, and oh so much sugar. But oh this was so fun and the sugar was so good. Despite the rush of the seasons and the difficulty of getting it all done, these moments spent together are forming a base of our holiday traditions. These small moments, spent watching a holiday parade of lights, or rolling out gingerbread the same way I rolled gingerbread with my own mom, allow us to connect to our past and cherish relations, and really that is what it is all about.
For out gingerbread house, we were going for the scene in the Polar Express when the train pulls up to the child's house. We were all so pleased with our creation, but I forgot the powerful attraction of candy. I am constantly answering the "when can we eat it?" question. Luckily the gingerbread cookies the next day were edible!!