Salt Dough

Mom made some salt dough for me to play with today.

I wasn't sure what to think at first of this sticky dough stuff on my fingers. 

But with some cookie cutters and a little help from Mom...

I figured out that playing with the dough was a lot of fun.

I cut out heart shapes.

Then cut out more heart shapes.

I had to show Dad my messy fingers. 

Then I got back to cutting out more heart shapes.

After finishing my work, I had a pensive moment. I was considering what I want to do with my hearts after they dry.

I think tomorrow I'll paint them, then attach some ribbon. 

Salt dough recipe:

1 cup salt

2 cups flour

1 cup water (lukewarm)

Mix salt and flour together, then pour water in slowly. Kneed dough for about five minutes.

You can let the dough air dry, or you can dry it in the oven. Just google "salt dough" and it's easy to find sites that give directions on how to dry the dough in the oven. For the sake of laziness, Mom is letting them air dry.

Getting Out

I went to a friend's house today to decorate and eat Valentine cookies.

I waited patiently to be handed the sprinkles bottle, then I dumped ALL of them out on one of my cookies 'cause that's how I roll.

The cookies were delicious. I ate both all by myself. Okay, I shared most of the second one with Mom.

When we got home I fell into a sugar coma and stayed there for over an hour! Mom is happy I'm a heavy sleeper and that she can still get things done when I end up falling asleep on the couch in the living room. 

P.S. At my friend's house I came across a toy I really like. 

Evie Sleep Series #s 1-10

Drunk on Books

Big Adventure Dreams

Book Trail

Sing a Song of Sixpence

Head of Hair

Almost Made It

As Long As It's Not My Bed

On My Back

Broken Bunny

Someone to Cuddle With

Hoarfrost

It's warm again. Well, warm for the end of January/beginning of February.

We got a little bit of snow last week. I enjoyed watching it fall from the sky. I was hoping to go sledding in it last weekend, except I got sick. So, I didn't go.

Then it warmed up again, and most of the snow melted. Mom and I ended up housebound for the week because just as I started to feel a little better, Mom got sick. By Friday, Mom and I had some pretty bad cabin fever. But we were able to get out of the house today, and, boy, did we need it!

This morning we woke up to a very pretty scene outside: Everything was covered in hoarfrost. Dad grabbed out the camera, and Mom and I took a little walk with him around the pond out back while he captured some images.

Two More Recordings

Mom has been playing around more with recording different interactions and moments. Here are two.

In the first, Mom was playing a game of throwing playing cards around the living room. She would count to three, then throw the cards up in the air. I really liked the game, and each time Mom began to count I would get really excited in anticipating the cards going everywhere. My excitement peaked with a lovely scream, which Mom happened to capture on her phone.



The second recording captured me reading a couple books (The Feelings Book by Todd Parr and Good Night, Sweet Butterflies by Dawn Bentley), and singing, at first, Rock-a-bye Baby, then Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to myself after Mom and Dad laid me down at bedtime.

Little Gymnast

I'm trying to figure out what my talents are. Maybe being a gymnast will be one?

Adventures in Potty Training

Over the last few weeks I've become interested in... well... no longer wearing a diaper and what I need to do to make that happen.

I've pretty much got the peeing in the potty part down, at least on the days I feel like doing it. But I've still been doing that other thing in my diaper.

Today, I decided I no longer appreciate wearing a diaper after that other thing happens in it. In fact, I decided the diaper needs to be removed immediately.

This morning and twice throughout the early part of the day I notified Mom that she needed to change my diaper, then I showed her my new trick of taking off my pants and diaper before she could even grab the wipes. Thankfully, everything stayed put in the diapers and Mom was able to clean me up and get a new diaper on without any real hassles.

Then came nap time. Or, as it is being renamed, quiet time. After a while of playing nicely in my room, I began to whine at the door. Mom, in the middle of cooking dinner, figured she had just enough time to go get me and get back to the kitchen without burning the food.

Ha.

She should know better than to jinx herself with such thoughts.

As Mom entered my room, I greeted her at the door, saying, "Poop off!" Mom looked down to see both my pants and diaper missing.

Glancing around the room, Mom spotted my diaper over by my bed. Walking over to it, she could see skid marks inside the diaper, but... no poop.

Ha ha. I made a little treasure hunt for Mom to do! In the middle of cooking dinner! I'm awesome!

It took a couple minutes, but Mom eventually found it. It, with a capital I. Thankfully, I hadn't gotten the idea to try to draw with it or anything else. It just sat there, a gross, stinking lump on the carpet.

Mom cleaned me up. She cleaned up the carpet. Dad came home. He got me dressed. And Mom returned to cooking dinner.

I'm just glad Mom has a sense of humor about these things. Otherwise, I don't know how she'd cope with such fun entertainment as today's hunt.