To my poor kid’s dismay, I absolutely HATE Play-Doh! It isn’t the texture or the mess, it is purely the smell! It makes me nauseous, and has since I was little. Luckily for them, there are some alternatives that satisfy their need to smoosh and create. One being modeling clay we picked up at the bookstore. We pulled out our yellow table, and had an afternoon of smell-good fun.
Scout was mastering worms, and when he found out that a worm turns into many other things, he was thrilled.
Like when he turned this worm into a scarf for his snowman.
This little thing-thing was completely mesmerized with mixing all of the colors — even though I started our afternoon out by telling them not to mix.
Mixing became the name of the game by the end….obviously.
So we just started making as many “Earth’s”/balls as we could.
(Don’t mind the questionable character in the back. He just got back form mining for gold — don’t ask. And his facial monstrosity is so he can be a team player on an upcoming Ragnar.)
Here are many of our Earths.
And just look what they all became in the end — a galaxy!
Lately, I have noticed that if these two are engaged in something together, they sure are sweet to each other.
But I won’t lie — I did ask them to pose for this picture.
The other day, I went to Britni’s for the afternoon. As soon as we got there, I was on an important call and my phone kept beeping through as my Mom was trying to get a hold of me. I kept refusing, but then Brit came out and said my Mom really needed to talk to me. I said I would still have to call her back, because this could have been anything from, I can’t get my T.V. to record my show…. to how do you open an Email attachment — hence the no-worries attitude! So she just took care of business with Brit. My Mom asked Brit to hand the phone to Scout, and then asked him, “Scout….where is the money that was on my counter top?” He immediately said, “It is in my pocket.” So then he was instructed to hand the phone back to Brit, and my mom asked her to see exactly how much he had in his pocket. She totaled it up to be $140.00, and it was the exact amount she had left for the cleaners.
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Needless to say, I had to have a talk with Scout about not every penny he sees being his, and he always needs to ask in order to take. (I created the monster when I told him to always take my change on my counter and put it in his piggy bank!) So now, about once a day, I hear, “Nonnie….can I have the money that is on your desk?” Or, “Mom, do you think I could put this in my piggy bank?”
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The saving part I love. I guess I need to be a better enforcer of “working for your money”.
Poor Micah didn’t know what he was getting into when he married me–the girl who LOVES cold! Every hotel room is turned to the minimum, our room at home is adorned with fans and open windows, and I kick the blankets off all night long. When I lived in Utah, I kept the window open all winter long for the fresh air and freezing cold to creep in. I seriously got it from my mom, who is the exact same way. And luckily for me, I have passed this on to my kids. Since they were born, they have been cold lovers. In the winter, they wear light pajamas. And going into spring and summer, they are strictly in undies.
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But as much as I love the cold, even I will admit that I have gone a bit overboard lately. Keep in mind that I am 9 months pregnant, and have my own personal incubator keeping me warm. So with the glorious fall weather (last night was 50 degrees), I keep the windows open and have the fan running full blast on my face. My kids are still in their undies, and when I try to put a T shirt on them for their protection, they refuse and strip down. But come morning, they are freezing! So we have had to come up with a few quick warm-me-up solutions.
1. They go and grab one of Daddy’s T Shirts and I stick it in the dryer for a few minutes and quickly put it on them.
2. I serve hot cereal.
3. (We really had to go to the extremes this morning) We put on a crackling fire, and make a comfy bed in front of it.
Either they were mesmerized….
or frozen solid!
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I would like to take this moment to thank my kids for being cold blooded just like their dear old mom. And to my husband for adjusting to our ways.
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