Wednesday, December 21, 2005
When Mark and I got married we spent our first New Year's in Arkansas with his family and it was there that I was intoduced to their tradition of breaking apart a gingerbread house on New Year's Day. It's pretty much like breaking a pinata except we used our hands to demolish the little cookie house. The rewards are just as sweet. Anyway, as a result, when Hunter was just a wee lad, we started doing the same thing with him and it quickly became a tradition in our own home. Of course, in order to break a gingerbread house on New Year's Day you've got to make a gingerbread house sometime before then. Now if any of you have seen the gingerbread houses that Mark's family creates you'd be mightily impressed. They make the most fantastic gingerbread homes I've ever seen. A talent, I suppose, that comes with making so many throughout the years (I hear they used to make them and give them away.) Unfortunately, it's not a talent that gets passed along just because you marry into the family. Still, every year we make our own little gingerbread house and the boys LOVE it! This year I simplified the whole process (since Mark had to work late and I had a baby on my hip)and I know it looks like just a giant blob of frosting and candy--but the boys didn't seem to mind and at least we kept with tradition and have a "candy house" to smash to pieces on New Year's Day.
 
posted by Shana # 3:36 PM 
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