Okay, I have a confession: I do, on occasion, live vicariously through my child. I know, I know, this is a big No-No in all the psych books, but I figure that if I choose something that is entertaining for both myself and my daughter, then nobody can twist anything negative out of it. Or at least that is my defense.
My sister and I grew up in a mish-mash environment, and in all honesty did some rockin' things, but also there were times when I *wished* to do some normal kid-type things. One of them was to make a Gingerbread House. So...my daughter is now 7, and is at that age where the holidays still have magic, so I went out and bought the 8 dollar gingy kit at joanns (No, I did not Martha it and make the darn thing from scratch).Here it is in all it's glory--Bella (said 7 YO) has announced that the eating of gingy will be done sporadically over the next two weeks. I agreed. This pic is pre-nibbles.
And let me just say, fun was had by all, and I hope that she won't be telling all her future therapists what an aaaawful mom I was for torturing her. ;)