When God Gives You Rain, Make Play Dough

It rained for the umpteenth day in a row today so we decided to make play dough. I have always wanted to make our own but never have. I got a recipe from a friend last week and decided today was the perfect day and I loved it.

They boys really had a good time and there were quite a few steps which was nice because it kept us occupied for a long time. Keep in mind it is not complicated and could probably be made in about 20 minutes if solo but with 3 little kiddos measuring, dumping and stirring, it was an all morning project.

Here is how we did it.

• Stir 1 cup flour, 1/4 cup salt, 2 Tbs cream of tartar in medium bowl.


• Mix 1 cup water & 1 Tbs oil in another bowl
  

• Add food coloring of choice and stir


• Then add the water mixture to the flour mixture and stir until combined
  


• Stir over medium heat 3-5 minutes. When it forms a ball in the center, remove from heat
  
  


• and let cool
  


• Put on floured surface and knead until desired consistency.
  


• Store in air tight container in the fridge.
  

WTF?!

When 3 boys head outside to eat their Popsicles and decide to ride our gate like an amusement park ride.

And that is most definitely how we play WTF?!

Steering Optional

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Bo-ism

Bo was calling Sam by his full name yesterday so I asked him what Max's middle name is and he answered "amillion".

Love it!


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Trouble In Disguise

Happy Birthday Super-Sam!

One nice thing about being (A) a grown up and (B) a parent is that you get to make the rules. You can eat cake for breakfast, watch tv in bed, or tell your son his birthday is on a different day than it really is because the real day is inconvenient.

What? I know, it's a little selfish and cruel but he's only 3 and completely clueless. Besides, his schedule is way open; ours is not. He surely doesn't know the difference and was just as excited on fake-birthday morning when he woke up to his favorite breakfast of bacon and waffles and us singing him happy birthday as he would have been on his real birthday. And we are only talking about a day here folks, not a week or anything crazy, just a day. Friday was hectic and Saturday wasn't, so "Happy Birthday to Sammy on Saturday" it was!

And he had a blast.

We gave him many choices of what he wanted to do and he chose a boat ride with his favorite buddy Aaron (Devon' older brother). So we dropped Max off at Grandma's and headed to the river. The weather was wonderful. We took a short ride, stopped at a gravel bar for snacks and rock throwing and then headed home for cake and presents.
(More coming soon . . . )

WTF?!

When a 5 year old attempts to flush the toilet after pooing a mountain on top of God knows how many baby wipes he dumped in it earlier and nasty diarrhea water overflows to the point of seeping through our downstairs ceiling and making everything in its path reek of rotten sewer.

And that, people, is how we play WTF.