Wednesday, December 19, 2012
We decorated a gingerbread house this weekend and it was the first time for my baby and my husband. It's been so many years since I did this that it might as well have been my first time too. We escaped to the Hamptons last weekend and on Saturday morning we drove out to the Children's Museum of the East End. I felt like a kid again as I painted the icing on the little house and I couldn't help but laugh when I caught my two-and-a-half year old daughter and my old-enough-to-know-better husband sneak pretzels and marshmallows and whatever else looked good into their mouths instead of onto the house. Those two are partners in crime and it was hard to tell who was having more fun. It's all going to the same place anyway, right? On this day we started a new tradition that will surely become one of my annual holiday favorites.