Kitchen mice.

I've just begun our annual gingerbread house bake fest- a highlight of my calendar since I began the tradition four years ago. Let me tell you, though, this is the first time I've considered abandoning my goal after only one measly house of ging. 

Baking with a four year old and a two year old is a vastly different experience to baking with a three year old and high-chair-restrained one year old. The number of fingers I have had to bat out of dough, questions I have been asked, and the sheer quantity of batter my little kitchen saboteurs have snaffled is blowing my mind (and weaning my resolve). 

But, it's fun... And I do love the end result...