In December, I considered the possible silliness of yet another playdough post and wondered how many times a self-respecting 35 year old could talk about playdough. Well, the answer is apparently "many," because I'm back again with more!
A little while ago, I came across this pin on Pinterest and decided to sit down on the floor with some playdough and toothpicks, and as expected, the two chickadees dropped what they were doing and were seated with their own playdough blobs within 45 seconds. We had a great time with this.
We tried to see how many toothpicks we could poke into one playdough ball:
Quite a few.
Ninna engineered this bridge, designed, as she informed me, so that mice could walk across the toilet--because, you know, they really do need a way across:
I love this shot because I know the day will come when I'll no longer see the chaos of playdough or those feet still so tiny. The toes!
May your weekend be filled with playdough and baby feet, or whatever else it is that makes your heart tingle.