Another title for this post could be "The tale of two spouses." While Chad meticulously carved out each piece of his house and added details like a dog house and Santa:
I sat back, watched him, and ate a lot of our stash. Eventually he took pity on me and constructed me this train, since the "train" I made was looking like a sad box.
Of course, things got a little slap happy as the sugar rush kicked in and bed time came closer:
For days after, Caden has asked me, "Why didn't you decorate and put more details on your train?" The true answer: a lot of the good stuff was mostly gone by decorating time...
There really is something so magical about a house made of candy, especially when you're 2. First thing the next morning, he was checking out his creation from the night before.
Bryce has also become an expert on finding "loose candies" that have to be eaten since they've fallen off. "It was broken!" he claims every time I catch him with a mouth full of gum drops.