It was pretty funny because the box said it was a village instead of one big house, which I thought would be great for the kids to each have their own couple of houses to make, but the individual houses ended up only being the size of a house for maybe a spider or a fly. Literally.
Luckily, Rick was around when we first started and helped figure out the structure of the houses. I would have FAILED. We would still be sitting around the kitchen, walls and roofs scattered about, some vulgar words flying out of my mouth, and the kids would have their faces buried in the icing, passed out.
I'm so glad it turned out better.
Loudoun's chapel. You could tell, right?
And finally, Mom's creations.
1/2 a chopped-off house and what looks like an outhouse.
I'm not sure if more icing went in our bellies or on the cookies. I know the answer to that for the marshmallows.