Easter Playdough Chicks

Yes, more playdough.

I made a batch of yellow playdough yesterday and today after an abysmal day of demands and frustrations and irritability and not getting out to the picnic we were looking forward to thanks to a toddler who wanted to sleep NOW and a child who refused to get dressed we broke out the playdough. I scattered red play feathers on the table and some googly eyes and let them get to it.

Bean loved it. He made some chick shapes and stuck feathers in their tails and eyes on their faces.

Bear loved it. He ate the googly eyes and the playdough and stuck the feathers in the rest.

I got the paintings out that Bean did yesterday because they made me think of water and they played with their chicks on the water.

Bean loved it. He did his storytelling thing, telling about the baby chick and the mummy chick and the daddy chick.

Bear loved it. He was still trying to eat the googly eyes and kept stealing them off the mummy chick who he was also trying to squash.

We took pictures and then Bean said it was for Harry, his new friend who lives a few doors down. So we had to make a card, and figure out somewhere to put the nest and the chicks so we could take it round to them. We managed! Bean was still really shy but he's been asking all day to go and play again. So we'll make a few playdates for next week, while it's still Easter holidays.


Bean slept through the night last night. Like, actually, all through the night. In his own bed. By himself, because Bear refused to sleep in his own bed. He even called out to me this morning to ask if he could come in to my bed! Weird. He's never not allowed in. Kinda unnerved by the fact he was asking. Like somebody has been talking to him about sleeping in his own bed all night. Hmm.

Mum made sourdough hot cross buns today from the Herman starter she brought with her. We used brown bread flour, and added cinnamon and extra sugar (from the normal small amount for savoury bread) and they really are quite gorgeous. Even Bean likes them! There's just enough cinnamon in them to give them a little something extra, but not enough to trip Bean's taste sensor alert.

Chicken for dinner. Bean and Bear had nibbles ("snacks" as Bean calls them) for tea, but when it came to bedtime he didn't want to go to bed, he wanted a hot dinner. He said he'd eat chicken and carrots and potato and then when it was ready refused to try anything. So he was taken off to bed.

Where he said he was sorry. And that sometimes I'm (that's me) just a bit fed up. I said I'd try better tomorrow. And he went to bed in the best mood he's been in ALL DAY. How did that happen?!

Bear's also gone to bed in his own bed. He was utterly desperate for bed this evening. We've had the stairgate left open for two days now, and he's been up and down the stairs enjoying his new found freedom all day long. No wonder he's knackered!