The most pathetic gingerbread house ever

Yes, I am this far behind.  I’m only now getting to post pictures of the saddest gingerbread house ever built.  Oscar and I went to the Children’s Museum last month for their gingerbread extravaganza.  I was completely psyched about it.  Why?  I have no idea.  I had never built a gingerbread house before, but it seemed like it would be such a fun thing to do with a kid during the holidays.  Um, wrong.  At least, wrong with respect to my kid.

Turns out that it is possible for a 2 1/2 year old to excel at building gingerbread houses.  There were a lot of them right there in front of us (although they all had two parents “helping”).  It’s just not possible for mine to do so.  I was okay with that possibility going into this gig; I figured he’d sit around eating the decorations and I’d build the house myself.  Right . . . apparently Oscar had other plans. 

Within seconds of putting our supplies on the table, Oscar had eaten not only a handful of candy, but a decent chunk of the gingerbread itself.  I figured that was fine; I’d just work with what was left.  Well, what was left after Oscar munched his way through the foundation, part of the roof, the chimney and a couple of the walls ended up being enough to produce this:

Yes, a Gingerbread Shack.  I guess you could call it a Gingerbread Lean-to, if you’d prefer.  Just needs some tarps for the sides.  As you can see, even when it was fully “assembled,” Oscar was still hacking at it.  I tried to slap more icing on it so we could at least cover it with all the candy we had lying around, but Oscar took the icing and just started trying to squirt it into his mouth.  The ladies at the museum were so appalled by us (or the house – or a combination of both) that they told me that I didn’t have to put our name on our platform for when it went on display.  I, of course, took this as some sort of affront to my family’s honor, and grabbed the marker and wrote our last name in big, bold letters.   Maybe we’ll have better luck next Christmas.  I can only imagine that this will be easier when Oscar is three and I also have Baby Etta in tow.

At least Oscar had fun the rest of the day at the museum . . .

January 8, 2010 Posted by Oscar and Etta's mom | holidays, Oscar | 5 Comments