Decorating a gingerbread house (or train) has become a yearly tradition with Grandma Morehead. If the boys had had their druthers, they would have eaten as much candy as they put on the house.
In other news, today was also a sick day for Jason, who has a nasty cold. And we had a most unwelcome visitor: a squirrel somehow crawled into our pipes and died, blocking the main and backing up a drain in our basement. Yuck.