This may become a new tradition. We were all supposed to go to my cousin's house this year to build gingerbread houses together, and it ended up being just me. Both boys were sick, and I left Kimball with a puking Benson and an irritable Andrew. Just as I got to my cousin's house, I got a text picture from Kimball:
(I think he took this pic for proofof what he went through. Of course I would believe him- believe me- I know.)
(I think he took this pic for proofof what he went through. Of course I would believe him- believe me- I know.) of a pile of throw up on the kitchen floor and a message saying, "where do I start?" I relpied, "the bathtub- sorry babe." I left a few sides of the house unfinished and brought home some extra candy for Benson to finish it off, but he just wasn't feeling well. It did get finished in time, and Benson was protective of the gingerbread house and took full ownership of it. That means that it was pretty hard for me to throw away after the Holidays. 
Notice that he is still wearing the little sand necklace that he made at the Festival of Trees with my mom. He is a sentimental kid.
My cousin Mitch hooked me up with a sweet chimney. We could really have a lot of fun with gingerbread houses, I'm already thinking of new things for next year.
Notice that he is still wearing the little sand necklace that he made at the Festival of Trees with my mom. He is a sentimental kid.
My cousin Mitch hooked me up with a sweet chimney. We could really have a lot of fun with gingerbread houses, I'm already thinking of new things for next year. 
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