I Love The Smell Of Play-Doh In the Morning

I can see it now, pink mush ground so deep into carpet that no matter how much you scrub and scrape will never come out. A toothy grin flecked with neon green from the handfuls of salty dough that have been ingested. And oh the tiny bits, those cursed tiny bits that you will continue to find for weeks! You can never find them all, they will continue to haunt your every step just waiting to stick into your socks, the horror! The horror!!! OK, maybe that is a bit dramatic, but it is what comes to mind every time Ameryn wants to get out the play-doh! Which is why she only gets it out while Rogan is sleeping. But since Rogan has reached the point where every thing that he touches does not go into his mouth, we tried out some play-doh this morning(with Rogan and Aubrey safely trapped in high chairs of course). And as nicely as they played with it, I may get it out a little more often:) .

This is a dog named Annabelle.
This is a sandwich (open faced I presume). Right after I took this Ameryn had to "sprinkle on a little more mozzarella" :) . Oh, and surprisingly no one ate any of the play-doh!