Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Never Trust Them
For today's installment in our Summer Fun series, we made cloud dough. Eight cups of flour and 1 cup of oil. I keep my flour in that bucket. The instructions said you could use any kind of oil and I probably would have used canola if I didn't have this thing of baby oil under my cabinet. I've had this since Lillian was a baby and haven't used it until today because, frankly, I have no idea what baby oil is supposed to be for. Are you supposed to rub it into their skin? Because I feel like that would just make them oily. Baby oil, Q-tips, and cotton balls, when it comes to baby hygiene, are all mysteries to me.
The consistency of the dough is like fluffy wet sand, except not wet. The kids had fun playing bakery and making cakes, and then pretending like they had kids of their own who needed cakes. It got pretty involved: naming their kids, what age they are, what kind of cakes they like, etc.
Ethan liked it, but he wasn't that good at pushing the dough into the cups to make shapes.
We played for 20-ish minutes and then I decided I could slip away and fold a load of laundry. The kids were playing really appropriately and not throwing it or eating it. I told them to try to keep it on their pans.
I'm going to go ahead and blame the pregnancy for the not nice words that came out of my mouth when I came downstairs like 15 minutes later. These shots don't really capture the carnage... but they managed to get it everywhere. Also, it appeared that Ethan took a break from playing at the table and wiped his floury hands over every surface of the house. I was mostly mad at myself. "ROOKIE MISTAKE," I shouted at myself over and over again.
Why did I trust them? Never trust them.