Play Noh


Please note the absence from my New Year's Day post yesterday of pictures of adorable child playing with homemade playdoh.  Because despite my best efforts at crunchy "mama"ing*, stirring up what was a pretty good batch of squidgy orange goop (from this recipe) Mister G was not interested. He didn't even try to eat it, certainly didn't want to play with it? UNimpressed.

And when I persisted (I can happily accept when he hates some dinner I've made, but my triumphant playdoh? try poking it, just a bit, see?) his apathy upgraded to a pronounced antipathy - he hesitantly pushed his finger into the still-warm, squishiness (okay, now it sounds gross, but it was actually so nice) and promptly burst into tears. Parent of 2013 here, already.

No more pinterest-parenting for a minute.

Instead, today we spin.


 *a side note: I can't be the only one that has a heaving visceral reaction to the internet's obsession with women calling themselves a "mama", not mum, mother or mom or anything else, right? It just seems so false for the most part. I guess PA is right, that I could just stop looking at those blogs, but I probably won't because I'm the worst.

ETA: I feel like a bit of a dick now - of course, 'mama' is just as real as 'mum', 'mom' etc if that's what children call someone... I think I was trying to denote a certain type of life-is-always-superlative-roses-and-unicorns-and-lipstick-and-cupcakes-and-FUN! blog that it seems to be the moniker of choice for, and that doesn't really jibe with me but that I have nobody but myself to blame for reading. It's just a terminology that I'm slightly uncomfortable with.  I did say I was the worst. Do I even go here?