The rain and gloom of doom will not let up.
I’m going to borrow an over used phrase of Payton’s and tell you that, “I hate.”
Let it be known that when you tell a toddler that they shouldn’t say something? They will gibber gabber the living hell out of it. “I hate this, Momma. I hate. I hate. I hate. I hate.”
But seriously? I hate the darkness and the past few months have consisted of far too many storm clouds for my liking. Our schedule has been kicked up a notch with all of our fall classes beginning, but I’m still struggling to fill up the rest of the days when it’s just too crappy to go outside.
And I know. We could put on rain boots and embrace the outdoors, but I am SO not that kind of girl. My children will be deprived, but they will be warm.
Warm and bored. Despite the insane amount of toys I’ve obsessively accumulated, we’re running out of things to do. An adult can only play princesses for so many hours without throwing themselves out a window aiming their internal organs at the jagged fence posts that could conveniently slam through one side of their body and exit out the other.
I am certain that this would be considerably less painful than participating in more pretend princess play, but it would probably still hurt just a smidge. So, alternatively, I grab my Busybook for Toddlers.
I need a book to outline imaginative play for me, because I just really can’t match the imagination of a three year old. Rob can, mostly because really, he’s just a ginormous child himself sometimes. I often watch him in awe, wondering how he manages to come up with such genius ideas that engage our little monkeys for hours. My brain just doesn’t work that way, I wish it did, but in lack of creativity, I have my resources.
The suggestion that I chose for today was to make ice using different colors of food coloring, for your children to play with in the bath. Easy, right?
You should know better than to agree with me when I frame a question like this. It’s SO simple, it just fails to mention a few cautionary tidbits. Like the fact that food coloring? Just a fancy way to describe a stong mother fucker of a dye (that just so happens to be edible).
The creation of the ice goes well. No issues. And once frozen, I empty the tray into two plastic bowls- blue for Ryker and red for Payton. I’m all scientific and educational in my plans to experiment mixing the colors in the bath water to make purple.
The only issue is that my carefully devised plan executes too quickly. Somehow, I managed to get the dye all over the tray, and when emptying it, I’m equally as successful at getting the dye all over my hands. The results of our project are demonstrated pretty effectively and we haven’t even begun our experiment.
I always did hate science class. I hate. I hate. I hate.
There’s more to the story here though, because the best part? Before getting a chance to wash up, I heroically run to Abner’s rescue as he’s being mauled by the Ryker man. I save him by pulling him out from under my son and scooping him up to the safety of my arms. And my hands. My colored hands.
The dye? Does not wash out. I’ve scrubbed the top ten layers of skin off of my hands and I still look like, well, I look like I was in the middle of a bad science experiement. And Abner? He just looks like he has an awfully tacky mother with awfully bad judgement to match.
But the whole bath tub party experience? Went over smashingly.
Red and blue make purple.
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