It's totally not me, winter, it's you.
But the temperature. Well. It's being frigid. The kids are still trapped inside. I did send them out the other day and Henry lost his boot in two feet of snow, and it's still out there somewhere.
Yesterday it was crazy town. RUNNING and SCREAMING and FIGHTING.
So, I did what any desperate mother would do.
I made play dough.
TWO hours of blissful playing. NO fighting. NO crying. BLISS.
Typically, I hate play dough. It's messy. It's sticky. But this? Worth every bit of clean up.
In other news, this little doll is SEVEN months old.