I don't know about you, but we are fighting the winter blahs. January is such a let down after a busy, crazy, blessed December. Now, we have moved into February.
At a mommy group the other week, they shared a tried and true recipe for homemade playdoh. I know I already have this recipe...somewhere. At least I put it in a safe place so I would know where it was... of course, I have NO IDEA where that is.
The story of my life.
Since I now have the recipe back in my not-so-safe-hands, I decided Sweet Pea and I needed to pound out some fun.
I thought I would share the recipe and some pictures of those chubby hands at work. And, no, I am not refering to my own hands.
Yay! PINK playdoh!
7 comments:
YAY for playdough.....
Thanks for the recipe. My little darling likes to eat it and the ladies at the gym child watch suggested I make my own although they didn't suggest a recipe. All I need is the cream of tartar.
Much love from NJ,
Sue
xoxo
I love playdough! Entertainment for hours. Great Idea with the letters. I've heard if you add unsweetened Kool-aid powder it smells good.
Those little hands are precious.
She looks like she had so much fun. And thanks for the recipe. I always wanted to try that.
Thank you for your kind words on my blog! I'm so glad you stopped by for a visit! Yes, my Mommy is an amazing soul.... the older I get the more I appreciate her! :)
I loved your profile... the "poop on jelly" had me laughing out loud! Your children are beautiful and I can't wait to explore and read your blog! :)
PS: I couldn't agree with you more about January... what an awful month it is! Gray, rainy, dark and just all-around ICKY! At least with February the days are getting a BIT longer and Spring is a BIT closer! Woo hoo!
Those little hands are so cute, I love little hands creating things. I must admit though...
I HATE PLAYDOUGH!
I know, I know, that is against some mummy-code. Call an intervention if you want. I can't stand the stuff. It's messy and disgusting and gets stuck in the carpet and ICK.
I do however like it when they want to help cook and I am not feeling in the mood for "help" so they sit at the bar and cook me some playdough and I cooks some real food that has no snot, drool, dirt, snot or drool in it. But then I get to clean up time and my feelings of hatred return.
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