Birthday Girl

We had a birthday at our house this week.  A beautiful little girl turned 6.


At her request, the day started with breakfast in bed.  The family gathered to her room for our morning scripture study, pledge of allegiance, and family prayer.


A party with her friends…




complete with a decorate your own cupcake finish.


Of course, the day wouldn’t be complete without a few gifts, dinner of your choice, and some candles to blow out.  (At her request, just a bowl of ice cream with candles in it, no cake.)


To finish off the day, we got out our measuring board to see how much she’s grown in 6 months.


It was a great day for a wonderful girl.  I can’t believe she’s six.
Happy Birthday cutie!

Jennifer

Play-Doh



Play-doh.

It’s great stuff.  Kids love it, it’s inexpensive and it promotes creativity.   There are so many reasons to like it.

I hate it.  I try not to feel that way, but as it gets broken into tiny pieces, tracked all over my kitchen and into the carpet, my stress levels go through the roof.    I am not a good play-doh mom.

Not anymore.

It’s all about location.


Play-doh is now an outdoor only activity at our house.  It’s a win-win arrangement.  They get to play with it all they want and I don’t find it all over my house.

They’re happy.  I’m happy.

Hello, Play-doh.

Why didn’t I figure this out years ago?

Hopeful Homemaker

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