We hit the road to Charlotte yesterday to see the grands.
Had our Christmas celebration with them this morning, and it was grand. :)
I tried to make a gingerbread house with the kids but the icing wouldn't stick and the house kept collapsing.
My honors-studio-art son took over and did a spectacular job, but his roof kept sliding off. :)
My mom had made stuffing and sweet potato souffle for our Christmas dinner ahead of time and we brought it with us. The stuffing took a really long time to cook and it was getting late, so when it was finally ready I put the marshmallows on the sweet potatoes and popped them in the oven to melt, but even that didn't happen quickly so I asked my daughter-in-law to turn the oven to broil. I checked on them just a couple of minutes later and they were on fire. Literally. I screamed and immediately ran from the room, ala George Castanza, but with a better motive - I held the door closed so the kids couldn't come into the kitchen from the playroom upstairs. It was a madhouse. Thankfully my daughter-in-law has a good sense of humor. We scraped the marshmallows off, put on another batch and posed for pictures. :)
They survived, thanks to my quick thinking!
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