Thanks to the 40 days and nights of rain, we're swimming (ha!) in mosquitoes, so our outdoor play has really taken a hit. The kids don't mind the mosquitoes (and even the scratchy, itchy aftermath), but I'm not such a fan of looking down at my legs and seeing seven dining on my legs at once. At once!
We took ourselves off the bloodsucker buffet yesterday and relocated inside, where Peter and Lucy pulled out their claydough and started making birthday cakes for "baby Henry." "Baby Henry" was mighty interested in making birthday cakes too, or at least eating birthday cakes, but unlike his brother and sister he wasn't interested in eating the claydough for realsises.*
So "Baby Henry" joined me in the kitchen where we made some pizza dough for dinner. He loved all aspects: standing on the stool (he climbed up himself); banging the metal measuring spoon against the glass mixing bowl; and trying all of the ingredients.
I've spotted some unused pallets in a dumpster near the College's fieldhouse. I think I might be building a proper kitchen helper soon. Or, more realistically, gathering the materials and letting them sit on our back patio while I torture myself about not making a kitchen helper.
*Totally surprised me, too. Perhaps there's hope for this one yet!
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