Colorfool

So we made some potato stamps and I gave the gal some paint and stamps. She liked it well enough…

But then came the glitter. I mean, "OH YAY Mommy! Glit-TERRRR! Sparkly, red, shiny, glitter, glitter!!!" Everything thing I gave her or asked her was followed by an anxious/excited "and then more glitter!?"  "Here Keely want to use this gluestick to make something." "Yeah, but then we need lots more glitter."  "Keely do you want any more heart punches? "And then more glitter!" She had a half-crazed look in her eyes. What's in that stuff? I checked the label to see if there was anything I should be worried about. I guess we've begun our glitter era and she will be now known as Glitterfool.

After the heart crafting, we tried scone baking.

They were nice to make. They smelled good. I like how they look. I like the ideal of them, but the taste….not so good for me. Keely spit hers out. "You can eat ALL this mommy. It's too blucky." I don't know if I made it wrong or if I just don't like scones-kind of tasted like a biscuit with no sugar.  Now, I confess I like me some sugar. I'm not proud of this. I know it is bad, but I need sweetness in many things. I think it's a genetic disorder. My biological father used to always keep a bag of sugar cubes in his glove compartment to eat throughout the day. Yuck. I'm not that bad. My coffee is little more than cream and sugar though. And you know when you are pregnant and you have to take that sugary glucose drink test? Well, when the nurse tested my blood after I drank that toxic stuff there was no trace of the drink.  My body sucked up that sugar and then some. Freaky. I always seem to have a low blood sugar level when I've been tested-not low, diabetic low..just lower than average. So anyway, no more scones for us. Cupcakes maybe.