During the month of December, weather here was beyond frigid. (except for that one weird day that was 60-something and we went to Crown Center with my kids’ writing teacher). Unable to go outside unless wearing 15 layers of clothing, my kids have been bouncing off the walls. So, we whipped out the bucket of playdoh. Playdoh is God’s gifts to mothers. Or to anyone that needs to entertain kids in the middle of a midwest winter.
Here they are…all lined up waiting for my sister to deal out the goods. That blond-haired blue-eyed cherub in the center is my dark-haired, dark-eyed sister’s little guy. He looks just like his daddy, Sorry, Sis, but you know it’s true. The evidence is undeniable.

The anticipation!

Let the fun begin

My guy has a blue mustache. I tihnk it’s a nice choice.

Until he tries to eat it. Why. Why do kids always try to eat the playdoh? And crayons! They always try to eat crayons! Note that the group has expanded. Older kids like playdoh too.

Adults like playdoh too. This is my artist sister who was in charge of all this creative energy.

My artsy and resourceful sister modeled this. It’s supposed to look like me.

I think it’s a pretty good likeness, right down to my slightly crooked smile. Isn’t she good? You know those touristy places where they have artists that do characatures? Well, she could do Playdoh Portraits! I might have something there. Don’t laugh. You never know what the next tacky trend will be.
Think about what you would look like in playdoh!
Blessings,
Wuz