7/52: play(dough) time + from the mouths of frucclettes

I don't know if you've heard, but we've got a bit of snow. Thankfully, the last few storms have been of the heavier variety so, while it's a bastard to shovel, at least the kids can play in it without falling down 4 feet to the ground! The only problem lately is that it's been 20-below outside so we can't even play without being miserable about 5 minutes in. 

Since Dylan has been born, my Germaphobia has kicked into critically high levels (and believe me, you can ask anyone who knows me, it was pretty out of control to begin with) so we obviously won't be venturing out to any museums-libraries-kid spots until the windows can be opened and the measles, etc. germs can be aired out. And with all of the vacation/snow/sick/etc days over the last couple of months, that leaves playing inside our house. As you might imagine, we've had to get a bit creative with our toys. 

Sometimes, just adding an extra element to what we've already got seems to do the trick. For instance, when Peyton gets bored of her My Little Ponies, I'll let her bring them all to the "beach" (aka, the kitchen sink) and she'll happily splash and play with them for hours, while Ollie has recently discovered that playdough makes playing with his Monster Trucks infinitely more fun. So much so that all of our store-bought Playdoh dried out. I can't believe I've been a mother for over 6 years and never made my own (recipe here), but I'm here to tell you, it's so easy I'm never doing store-bought again! 

February, Week 7/52: 

Play(dough) time (+ From the Mouths of Frucclettes)

Ollieisms:

After I told him his puppy blanket, Roni, was stinky and needed to be washed, he smelled him and reported: "Not stinky. Like fire and marshmallows. Ahhh."

Looking at me with a big, dreamy smily one day: "Mom, I just love...steak. I love steak so much."

Playing with his new Spider-Man Truck after I replaced the one he lost, I heard him whisper, "Welcome home Spida-Man"

After coming into our room one morning at 4:45am, he rubbed both our arms and said: "Ahh, my faaaaaaaavorite kiddos!"

Peytonisms:

In NYC over Christmas- 

Pey: Who stinks?

Jon: Did you toot?

Pey: No! Oh, that not toots, that just 'Ew York City!

When I was very pregnant- 

"Mommy, your belly is getting too big. Your belt is gonna pop off!"

Me: Pey, where's Ollie?

Pey: He hadda go to Starbucks.

Me: Oh, what's he getting there?

Pey (with a look of disgust): Uhhh, a STARRRR?

"Oops, I burped. 'Scuse me. Every day I burp. I burp outta my mouf. And every day I toot outta my bum-bum."

Sitting in my lap and looking into my face: "See, I love you Mom... And your eyeballs are 'scusting."

Dylan, 1 Week Old: Dylan declined to play playdough this week, and aside from some adorable little grunts and squeaks, did not have any quotes of note. However, I did take her first weekly chair photo, so I figured we'd go with that :)