After his bath on Saturday morning my baby still looked like my baby.
But he had a date with daddy at the hairdresser’s.
He was very brave – although rather stoic.
He sat still like a pro – while considering his transition into boyhood.
He got lots of attention when he came home suddenly looking so much more like his older brother.
But look at all that sweet neck just begging for a kiss.
I thought my baby would be all grown up but he is definitely still my baby.
If only for one more day.
Joining SouleMama today – see you on Monday!
{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.
This week we decided to get our hands dirty with play dough. We’ve made it before but I was reminded how much we love it after reading this post at Sew Liberated. I dreamt of making it in multiple different colours, scented with different essential oils until I checked my box of cream of tartar…only enough for one batch. The vote for peppermint blue won and we’ll restock for next time.
This is such a simple recipe – even with four helpers elbowing up to the pot. In less than 15 minutes we were digging our hands into the lovely, warm dough. So therapeutic! The best part: quiet play, no fighting and forgotten cabin fever for a solid hour.
1 1/2 cups flour
1/3 cup salt
2 teaspoons cream of tartar
1 1/2 cups water
1 1/2 tablespoons vegetable oil
Optional: food colouring (I used paste colour) and essential oil of your choice
Mix your dry ingredients in a pot, add the food colouring to the water and pour over the dry ingredients. Cook over medium heat for 4 – 6 minutes, stirring constantly. It looks a little worrying at times – very lumpy – but then suddenly you see a dough beginning to form. Stir it a few more times until it no longer looks watery. Scoop it out onto wax paper or a counter, knead it a few times and you are done!
These hands were very eager to dive in!
The peppermint was so wonderful and, rather to my surprise, no one tried to eat it!
Such a nice way to stay warm inside on a cold winter day.
Today I’m joining Ginny over at Small Things – sharing what I currently have on my needles and in the book pile.
I love starting on new knitting projects but am not very good at finishing them up. Although I have three pairs of mittens and a little person’s sweater on needles elsewhere I am putting my energy into this hat for myself. My in-laws gifted me this beautiful, fingering-weight alpaca yarn from a farm in their area. I have spent lots of time admiring it but because of its light weight I’ve been afraid to start anything that may never get finished. The original plan was to make a cardigan for myself but I fear that may be a little ambitious knowing my history and fear of small needles. After some advice at my local yarn store, I’ve decided to start with this hat from 100% rain. Alpaca is stronger and much warmer than sheep’s wool – just perfect for the cold days we’ve been enduring. Then maybe I will confront my fears and try something larger…no promises, though.
As for books, I have a weakness for children’s novels. It may be embarrassing to pull out kid’s lit in a waiting room when none of my littles are present but I love being reminded of the wonder I felt reading as a child. The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner’s Dilemma is the third in this series and while they are a little too old for my gang, I think they are fantastic. Adventure, mystery and fun. I have read plenty of children’s novels that didn’t have a child’s voice but Trenton Lee Stewart has done a great job of writing for children (and, ahem, adults) with this series. We haven’t started Mary Poppins yet but my big girls and I are excited to read it together – and, of course, we adore the movie. Bedtime stories are my favourite!
These curls are not going to last long.
He nodded his head when Daddy asked him if he wanted a haircut.
It’s enough to break a mother’s heart.
These curls are so sweet, so baby, so darling.
But we are dangerously close to mullet territory.
Actually, I think we have already arrived there but this momma couldn’t bear the thought of losing those curls.
We’ve been here before and it’s never been easy. Suddenly he’ll be a little less baby and a little more boy.
This one’s a heartbreaker.