Parties and Houses

Last Saturday morning we had a neighborhood Christmas party. 

All the years we have lived here we have never been. 

We enjoyed a little crafty time of which Fulton wasn't really interested in and would have rather just focused on the snacks they had. 

The main event was when these two arrived. 

We don't really talk about Santa in our home (gasp again) but Fulton knows who he is, but that's not the focus in our home during Christmas. So he was a little nervous and I thought he may tear up, but he held strong. 

And eventually a smile came out. So we let him sit on Santa's lap and that's about all I wanted to pay for a picture... free. But we are drowning him in the Word this season and pray he understands that this about the birth of our Savior and nothing else. 

Sunday night we made a gingerbread house. We declared it last year that this would be a tradition. It started off a little rocky and the house kept falling down. I begged Matt to get the hot glue gun but he said that was cheating. And then Fulton started eating the sides of the house. Good memories. 

But the icing stayed strong and the decorating began. 

We had fun... even when the millions of teeny tiny candy balls went flying through the kitchen. We may find those for days. 

Our finished product looks pretty good. Matt gets pretty serious with stuff like this. After this picture he was determined to use all that icing and made icicles hanging from the edges. He is a perfectionist.