You know what? I'm loving Colour Month. We managed to pack quite a bit of colour into today, and all of it fun.
First, a little glance backwards at last night's activity - invented by Daddy (okay, well, probably not invented by Daddy, but certainly suggested by Daddy and agreed to by the rest of us). Balloon rockets! We have long-since introduced our balloon-obsessed child to the fun of blowing up balloons and letting them go so they fly crazily around the room. But last night, Daddy came up with the idea of taping the balloon to a piece of straw, which we then threaded through with some string tied between two chairs. The aim was to force the balloon to rocket along the string as the air came out the opening:
Today started with our usual inspection of the vegie patch. We have broccoli!
HERE. It has a really soft consistency once you start working with it, and I will definitely be using it again. I made half the quantity, and added the colouring at the end, once I had divided the dough into four. It made for a nice, marbled effect in the dough, until you worked the colours through by squishing it.
So, how did my non-sticky-hands-loving daughter like her play dough? I'll let these photos speak for themselves. Making play-dough biscuits:
A bit later, it was time to bake. I had been promising Niamh for a few days that we would make more cupcakes, after she enjoyed helping me with the last batch so much. So I asked her, "What kind of cupcakes would you like to make?" Silly Mama. I thought she'd say, "Chocolate." Or heck, even, "Plain." No. My child says, "Purple cupcakes."
Hmm. As it turned out, she only wanted the outside to be purple. The insides had to be yellow. (Hello vanilla!) But they had to have sprinkles. And crunchy balls (aka cashous). Hello Colour Month!
I didn't have enough hands to take photos of her cracking the eggs, helping me chop up the butter or pour out the sugar. I definitely didn't have hands free to take photos of her doing the old patented, "one for you, one for me" routine with Fionn the dog and the spoon she was supposed to be using to get the batter into the patty pans.
Here's how they turned out (not purple enough, really - I'm a bit disappointed):
Luckily Daddy was home soon after, and the prospect of an early birthday package gave her some focus. We have been desperate for a table for her play area for some time now, so it was a nice surprise when Farmor's present arrived at the door. Here she is, helping Daddy put it together:
Phew. What a day. And as all perfect days should, it ended, not with darkness, but with light: