Play-Dough.



I love making things. It brings me much joy. I've made bunches of flower arrangements throughout the house. I just recently made my mom and mom-in-law's mother's day gifts- whew, I know I'm early but it feels good to get it done. I made cookies recently... and yesterday for the first time I made home made play dough....

which my kids won't touch.

Gotta laugh. The things I "invest" time and energy into they don't really seem to care for. Well, Libby and I at least had fun making it. I'm going to try seeing if they'll use it tomorrow... or maybe I'll slip it in a play-doh container and see if they notice the difference...

Comments

wendy said…
I am glad there are other kids who don't like the homemade stuff too. I thought maybe my kids had something wrong with them. They wouldn't touch it...I finally gave up and decided it wasn't worth the effort or fight, we buy playdough! This was encouraging to me thanks! Hope you are doing well. Way to go being done with Mother's day stuff!! You go girl.
Anonymous said…
Dear Jennifer, This is Auntie Barb. I love your blog and esp. the pictures of the kids. Libby looks so precious in her tutu!! I love the picture of Mike w/Ian, and Michael smiling with his helmet on. I'm getting PT 3x a week. I believe this will strengthen my back. Hallelujah No Pain !!!! All the nerve pain is gone !! Praise God ! I pray you guys have a blessed Easter, oops almost forgot Grandmother sends her love too. You are such a blessing Jenn and your writing is such a wonderful gift. I can't believe Grandmother will be 85 next Sat.! Christy & I are going to do something special but we don't know what yet. Help us Lord! I know she's missing her sisters. We did take her to Red Lobster tho. Love to all, Auntie Barb
Court date is April 22 @9:30. I covet your prayers.
Jessica Rockey said…
Ummm... the only thing I ever got in trouble for ,in school, was eating the playdough! The homemade kind was the best.

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