*WARNING WARNING, PICTURE HEAVY POST*
I love Christmas. I love everything about it. Now saying that, I have always said that when I have kids, Im starting traditions. In my mind, you have to do something a minimum of 2 years in a row to make it a tradition. This is year 1 and we built a Gingerbread house. And when I say built, I mean I tried to shove it together before they ate all the pieces. Here is what happens when you combine 2 19 months-year-olds and a whole lot of cookies, icing and candy.
Snowman death #1
Snowman death #2
Snowman death #3
Shes ripping the roof off
He kept taking the candy off of the roof and shoving them in his mouth
Mom, do you see this?
Do you notice his chipmunk cheeks?
Trying to steal the chimney
And she starts to take the candy
I give up
2 kids On a sugar high
*Side note,#44 is now complete*