Rolling in the Dough

We don't have kiddie-proof locks on our cabinets. Installing them is such a pain. Plus, if there were child proof locks on the cabinets, how would a 15 month old baby be able to get in, pull out the biscuit mix, and make a wallop of a mess?

When I came into the kitchen to see Annelie happily pulling chubby fist-fulls of biscuit mix out of the bag and carelessly tossing them onto the floor, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Serves me right, of course. I hate installing cabinet locks, so all the non-toxic household items are a free-for-all... and anyone with kids knows that it takes literally seconds for a little tyke to make the biggest mess.

But the day was a bit boring with nothing going on but packing and movie watching, naptime and Barbies. Rather than get mad, pick her up, and toss her in the tub so I could clean up before it all got out of hand...

I invited Gracie to join her.

Together, my little girls rolled around and made angels in the powder. They took turns rubbing it into each other's hair and sprinkling it onto each other's backs.

They squished it in their toes and swished it with their feet.

And had more fun for the 30 solid minutes that I let them play, than I have seen them have in weeks.

The best part for me, besides getting to watch the girls interact and play with such joy, was that it took only a minute or two to sweep up and throw out... and another half an hour for them to play together in the tub as they washed it all away.

I probably wouldn't have made those biscuits, anyway. They were the heart healthy kind, meaning that they tasted like cardboard.

But that package was certainly worth the fun on an otherwise boring afternoon.