So, last night, with a little trepidation and a lot of carpet cleaner on hand, we broke out the Playdoh and went to town.
Daddy loves to play, too. Sometimes I wonder which kid has the most fun.
Mom, why do you have to shove that thing in my face all the time?
Hard at work!
Our wonderful creations.
You know, after a long day at work dealing with a bunch of supposed adults that behave a lot like spoiled adolescents, it's so refreshing to come home and lose myself in mounds of messy Playdoh with my very own, super cool kid. Cora had so much fun and we shared great, distraction-free time as a family, something that unfortunately seems to be in short supply due to work schedules. So, I've turned over a new leaf, a "who cares about a little mess" kind of leaf. I have some baking to do this weekend...maybe I'll let Cora do what she's been asking to do for months. "Mommy, can I crack those eggs?!?!?"
1 comment:
I feel the same way about Play-Doh. I cringe when the kids say they want to play with it. I'm like you though, I need to let loose. I've started to because Sam is completely opposite of Carter. Carter is a huge neat freak and hates to be dirty. Sam, on the other hand, loves the sandbox, dirt, and mud. Big deal that he needs a new outfit every time he comes in from playing outside, right?
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