Ginger bread house

Gunnar has been really busy with church stuff recently, so Grace and I have had a lot of time to ourselves. I have been trying to think of fun things for us to do together, becuase a lot of times I feel like when it is just the two of us, we get into the rut of being around each other but not really interacting together. We get along so much better when we work together. Plus, Grace is super funny and can talk my ear off, so she is great company.

My mother-in-law got us a ready to assemble (just mix up the frosting) ginger bread house. Sunday night, after coming home from Bible study, Grace and I didn't really have anything to do, and Gunnar was gone, so we decided to give it a try. We had so much fun together! I think we both enjoy "crafty" things, and she was a fan of frosting and staying up past her bed time, so all in all, it was a hit.

Getting ready to start. Grace was super excited to find the bubble wrap in the box. "Auntie Ann showed me how to do this!" she told me proudly. :)

There were two options for the frosting, black or orange. I didn't really want to make a huge mess, so I only made one pack instead of both. I thought that black would be less Halloween, and more just classic. I forgot about Motherhood rule 104: "2 year olds and anything containing black die should not be mixed." opps.
She wasn't really sure what to make of the assembly of the house. Mostly she kept asking if we could open a can of olives.

When she started putting the candy on the house, is when she really started getting excited. I don't think she realized that they were candies, which was good becuase I didn't really want her eating them anyways.
It was so cute to watch her be so particular about where everything went and how she wanted it to go. Pretty much she did all the decorating, she would just tell me where she needed more "glue" (aka frosting).
About three quarters of the way through, I slipped up and licked my fingers. Up to that point I don't think Grace realized that the frosting was edible. Of course, my finger licking did not go unnoticed by her, and once she tried it, there was no turning back. :)

Cute grimy little hands.
Pretty much I think that in order to get your house to look like the one on the box, you have to have a degree in culinary arts. But I thought ours turned our pretty good nonetheless.
See? It's not haunted. It has a cross on it.

We took a couple self portraits to show off our work. And Grace's black mouth.