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…
Wow!!! Your pictures are AWESOME!!! I love them. The pictures of Rowan are adorable.
Hey just stopped by and checked out some of your pictures. You are so talented and funny. Glad you found me and thanks for sharing. You look great, and your little girl is like Hi, Amy Jr..