On Christmas Eve we went to Grandma Judy's house. First Uncle Rick made gingerbread boys and had the boys help him decorate them.
Here they proudly display their work.
Then Grandma let the boys dump out an entire box of packing peanuts and let them pretend like it was snowing.
Do you think there is any way that she should would ever let me do this as a child? Not a chance. I can't wait to be a grandma and be able to have the patience and luxury of indulging the children with out repercussions. :-)
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