The Blizzard of 2011

As with many things since Andrew's birth, this year Anna had a much more active (and independent) role in the making of the Gingerbread House. While Andrew was napping I helped a bit with some of the frosting, but once he woke up she assured me she did not need my help.  As you can see from the look on her face below, from the moment he started to cry she started to plot her plan of attack. 

Delicious....

Observing

The house was looking pretty good until The Blizzard of 2011 hit. Aided by an old bag of coconut I found in the cupboard earlier in the day, Anna ensured that the Gingerbread man was snowed in.

Having emerged from his house with a snow blower to clear the front walkway, the Gingerbread man went back inside, leaving us with this as the final product.