Grandparents and a Gingerbread House

This past Saturday my parents came for the second annual gingerbread house construction with the kids. My mom wanted Bryan and I to be able to get out for the afternoon while they spent time with their granchildren. Bryan cut down a big dead elm tree at his parents' house. I took all the Christmas presents in Rubbermaid tubs and spent the afternoon wrapping at Faye's. I really enjoy wrapping, but it's hard to do at home because we still don't have doors on our rooms. I've had to wait until the kids are in bed, then wrap while getting nervous every time I hear a noise. Saturday was a huge help for me.



















My parents had planned to surprise us by having my dad fix our dishwasher while we were gone. Mice chewed through some of the hoses over a year ago, and we've been washing dishes by hand ever since. After two trips into Massena for parts, the dishwasher still wasn't fixed. We need a special part from Sears, but at least now we know exactly what's wrong, and that it's easily fixable. They say it's the thought that counts, and this was a really sweet and thoughtful attempt to help us out.

We had my mom's macaroni and cheese for dinner. While we were eating, my dad said, "Grandma makes the best macaroni and cheese in the whole world." A split second after, in unison, Carter and Myles both said, "No, Mommy does!". Since I use my mom's recipe, it's really about the same, but the boys' loyalty was quite cute.