Playdoh Weekend

This past weekend was a playdoh weekend. That's all Ivan did and wanted to do.

I pulled out the playdoh on Friday since the weather was warm enough for us to be on the porch (I was "working" from home on Friday. Working in quotes because serious technical difficulties totally frustrated me and basically prevent me from working, so by mid-day after spending 2 and half hours on the phone with IT support, I just gave up and enjoyed the day home with Ivan, which was happened to be my birthday).

When Ivan saw playdoh, he got really excited. I guess it had really left an impression on him at daycare.

"Daay, do, daay, do," as he kept calling it.

He played with playdoh all day Friday, all day Saturday and all day Sunday.

Molding it, cutting it with a playdoh knife (he was pronouncing knife really funny but I can't remember now) and playdoh scissors.

I made a playdoh turtle, which really tickled him, and a playdoh car, which he tried to wheel across the porch.

And although I tried to contain it to the porch, little playdoh bits got all over the place--all over his shoes and clothes, all over the living and dining room, etc. Even Mariposa ate a few playdoh crumbs. ( I wondered whether she'd find them as tasty as crayons?)