It's funny how my children's personalities come out in their gingerbread houses. Lyle is my straight-laced, by the book, follow the rules kind of guy.
Hilary, on the other hand, never found a story or event that her imagination couldn't make more exciting. Then, add Ethan to the mix...
Can't say I ever saw a gingerbread house quite like this one:
It had a fort on the roof that belonged to the cinammon Santas:
The catapult in the front yard also "belonged" to the cinammon Santas. It really works and shots gumdrops:
Then there was an ice fort that "belonged" to the snowmen. They had a machine gun that shot (of course) snowballs:
We also celebrated a small Christmas with Ethan before he went to his parent's house:
Usually when I make something crafty, I'm never happy with the end result. I'm a perfectionist, and the project doesn't turn out like I envisioned in my mind. But...I made Ethan a stocking to fill with lots of little presents, and I LOVED how it turned out. Thank you to my dear Grandma Hencratt for teaching me how to do embroidery and hand sewing!