Play DOH

This started out as a rant about play-doh. Ryan (3) has been loving play-doh at day care recently and this week my sister bought him his own set. In eight years of parenting, this is the first set of play-doh that's made it into the house. Play-doh is a hostility gift. If you are a parent and have ever cleaned a carpet, you only give it to kids whose parents you don't like. Have hardwood floors? Then it's an innocent gesture.

Anyway, after a week or so of having it in my house, I'm over the whole cleaning issue. Those of you who've seen my house are probably wondering why it was even an issue to begin with. There are lots of play-doh cleaning tips that address the problem of neon blue clay wrapped around the fibers of a living room carpet. And, remarkably, Ryan (despite his whirling dervish nature) has actually been content to use his playdough at the kitchen table. Even more amazing... after one chunk was left out to harden, he now dutifully cleans it up and seals the containers by himself when he's done! Play-doh Rocks!

And it turns out, I love playing with it. It's so relaxing! Except when the colors get mixed up. What does that say about me?