One of my major complaints about Christmas is all of the boxes, bubble wrap, and packing peanuts that arrive daily at the house. The kids do not share the same opinion. Will loves to try to eat the peanuts, and Alice loves to pop the bubble wrap, and they both love to play in the boxes. That's what they did all morning. Alice had the luxury of being able to get out, but Will did not. He was her prisoner. She dressed him up in her tutu and surrounded him with her toys. He enjoyed it for the first 30 minutes or so, and then began to protest.
After I rescued Will and put him down for his nap, Alice and I started working on the Gingerbread Village. Today we assembled the kit we got from Michaels. Later in the week we will make smaller houses from graham crackers and milk cartons. We'll get to the bottom of which is easier. Alice had so much icing. At one point she took the icing bag and began squirting it in her mouth. As you can tell, it was not assembled according to the package directions and it's not the world's most beautiful gingerbread house, but she is very proud of it. Brad refers to it as the "gingerbread hut".