So, one of my brothers lives in Chicago and he and his partner love to do things with the kids when they come in town.  They alternate holidays–this year Thanksgiving, next year Christmas, etc.  My brother did some searching and found this awesome class he could do with the kids making gingerbread houses.  There was on catch–it was in Texas and well that isn’t where we live.  My brother isn’t the most attentive to details.  But we thought that would be fun and decided we would do gingerbread houses at our house.

I have never made a gingerbread house–and I now know that my brother hasn’t ever made one either.  Well, I spent an hour yesterday making the dough, then I had to cut it out and bake each of the pieces (sorry no pictures of that–thankfully I am not a food blogger).  My brother and his partner showed up today with way more stuff than we needed for the two small gingerbread houses we were making.  With all they brought, we could have decorated quite a few more.

But we had a lot of fun and the kids thought it was so much fun.

Zoë’s masterpiece in process

Zoë’s finished Masterpiece (can you see the roof coming apart?)

Noah’s finished masterpiece

The finished products and the artists

About 30 minutes after the last picture, Zoë’s house collapsed due to an Earthquake.  But the kids enjoyed eating it.