Oscar Stew

A few days ago the kids were begging for playdoh. Ryan and I were involved in some projects around the house and I didn’t feel like cleaning up after a playdoh hurricane. I’m not usually opposed to the mess (I love peeling chunks off of playdoh the bottom of my feet!) but this time I thought we could kill two birds with one stone! The kids could get their creative juices flowing and I would be free to finish up what I had going. So I kicked the kids outside with a few cookie sheets and our extensive playdoh collection. 

Aerial view from Brinley’s bedroom window. I had to take out the screen to get this shot. It was worth it, and Ryan got to rescue a damsel in distress when I wasn’t coordinated enough to put the screen back in correctly.

This picture is the essence of being three. Sitting in the tall grass, smashing playdoh through a squisher to make spaghetti, or maybe it was linguine. Technical terms, huh?

Fun factory indeed. There isn’t anything more exciting than watching crusty playdoh ooze out of a squisher.

Chef Drew was cutting his playdoh into breadsticks. Mmmm, playdoh feast anyone?

Miz Rowan pretending to be coy. She has made her peace with the grass, but I didn’t make her lay in it this time. Not with a soft cuddly minkee blanket around. (Thanks Aunt Kelsey!)

I think she is looking towards Utah saying thanks Kels!

So much for being able to finish my project. I spent more time photographing them than anything else…

…she’s a kitty.”

Said Drew after I discovered Brinley’s face and jammies covered in marker.

I told them they could color for a while before bedtime. It was quiet, very quiet. That’s not abnormal though, they are pretty serious when it comes to coloring. I thought nothing of it until it was time to brush teeth. Then I heard whispering. Lots of whispering…

Busted! (let just ignore the green tinted hair and mismatched jammies, mmmm kay!?)

Oh wait, she is taking pictures. I can’t be in that much trouble? Or am I?

Now she is laughing, I’m too afraid to make eye contact though…psycho kitty!

While she is in a good mood I may as well ham it up. Time to scratch and growl.

I didn’t get any pictures of Drew, I was having too much fun torturing Brinley with my poker face. He was sweating it for a few minutes though. The markers were washable and came right out of the jammies. Brinley’s face didn’t fair as well. She went to ballet class the next afternoon looking like a kitty. meow!

Rowan went back to the doctor last week for her 5 month visit, it should have been a four month visit, but we are still playing catch-up. She weighed in at 12lbs 7oz (10%), she is such a petite little thing!

Here she is all posed and pretty before the doctor came in.

What elephant? I don’t see an elephant anywhere in this room. Everything is ohhh kaaaay.

A few hours later, sleeping off those darn shots.

Way back when Drew was a baby we got one of those fancy exersaucers. Drew & Brinley both loved it, but we weren’t too sure about Rowan. She hasn’t shown an interest in toys yet. Drew & Brinley helped Daddy unbury the saucer from the depths of the basement, and gave it a good sanitizing wipe-down. Then…it was time.

Whoa, what is all this?! You can literally see the gears turning…

And then she started grabbing at everything like a pro, she knew what to spin and what to push. She had been holding out on us!

Can you say record scratch, baby style? 

I loved watching her discover everything. It was a whole new world for her.

She stayed in the saucer for quite a while! It’s nice to have something entertain her during the day so I can do things like cook and bake, and yeah – clean.