We have a little post-Christmas tradition in the Gilbaugh household. It involves grahams, a little architecture, and lots and lots of sugar. This year, in typical fashion, Samuel tried to reinvent the gingerbread house, Grace ended up with nothing more than a mound of candy, and Emma's design beat us all by a long shot. We make quite the mess, but it's a tasty one.
Magic is about to happen, I tell you...
This is the official face of the Sugar High
This is Grace's house…filled to the brim with candy. What a smartie pants.
Oh. Emm. Gee. Don't you just want to eat him up?
Samuel and his annual out-of-the-box brilliant idea and its epic fail.
Oh, wait. What's this cutie-petutie smiling about? That's my house, you little hijacker.
Yep! We're messy and unpredictable and pretty sweet, if you ask me.
I can't believe I'm leaving in the morning. Sigh. It seems as if I just got here [well, because I did]. I'm going to miss this crazy mess of a place.
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