Play D'oh!

I was married seven years before having my troublemint twins. That's seven years of fun gift giving to little kids.  I brought fun gifts or clothes for kids birthdays or Christmas. SEVEN years. Thats' twenty plus gifts of loud, wild colors or obnoxious playdoughriffic toys and clothes. Seven years is a long time and I banked {prayed really} that my friends who were mommies didn't have long memories. After all many joked they could barely call out the right kid if they were naughty.  

I was wrong; so very, very wrong.

Mommies store information that may require revenge in their memory banks--- just waiting until you have a child of your own and are too stupid enough to realize that Play-Doh {while fun in a controlled environment} can become your inanimate arch enemy quickly.

I didn't realize how many fun gifts I had given in the previous seven years until my kiddos received four different gift box sets---did you read that, I wrote GIFT BOX sets of Play-Doh. These box sets contained every thing that drives a mommy crazy when it comes to the colorful non-toxic tastefully delicious dough. Cookie cutters, "scissors", stamps, dough smasher and a "knife" {actually I think the list is longer, but my pupils were too dilated to take in all of the details}.

I've hidden the Play-Doh for six months.

They found it.

Today.

In the garage in what I thought was my super secret hiding spot. {dang their growth spurt}

Gulp.

They are begging for it.

Double gulp.


They've been watching Hell's Kitchen with Grandma and want to act it out using the dreaded Play-Doh.

They have chefs hats and aprons on.  This is getting serious.

Uh-Oh...did you feel that? I just let my guard down. They convinced the hubby to set up their table.

They are playing together. Quietly. Who stole my children and replaced them with these--these QUIET?!? children?



My son realized that he could create "fur" without rolling around on the dog.

It was the strangest thing ever. How did I get this lucky? I heard the horror stories about the dreaded Play-Doh, but they were loving every second of playing with this dough. Until they realized that there was only one pair of scissors and one knife. Uh-Oh.

I distracted them with all of the different animal stamps and cookie cutter shapes. That lasted for about...three seconds when they decided that they wanted each others colors, but didn't want to share. So, the only way to solve this was to....

Mix your colors of course! Mix them all up so your little {by a minute} brother couldn't get his grubby little hands on your precious pink and purple Play-Doh. D'oh!

Over all the Play-Doh wasn't that bad--probably because we were smart enough to demand that they play outside with it. Otherwise I would be digging it out of the carpet and cursing my friends with an cheap affordable glass of pinot noir.

Peace reigned throughout the land for a total of 23 1/2 minutes and that was 23 1/2 minutes of bliss. Pure Bliss {mostly I've blocked out the screaming, tool stealing and table flipping}.

So, I'd just like to say before the buying of future Christmas and birthday gifts start--I'm sorry to all of my mommy friends. I didn't have kids when I gave out those Play-Doh, sequence and glitter everywhere tutus and "kid friendly" make-up. Please forgive me. I'm not sure I remember what obnoxious gift I gave to your little darlings, but I won't do it anymore. I promise. Pinky promise.