She was a Mess Machine

Last week was Apple Week! We picked apples and made pots and pots of applesauce. We played apple games. We talked about the letter A. But nothing beat the Oatmeal Tub. Which doesn't sound too apple-y, does it? Well, it was supposed to be...

We started out with numbered apples in the tub. 

The girls found them...

...matched them to the numbers Mommy set out...

...and ignored them for the next hour.

But they played for an hour! It was a messy hour. But an hour!

They rarely argued. 

They just loved running their fingers through the oatmeal. 

And Vivian had to give it a taste, of course. Raw oatmeal. Yum.

Finally, they climbed into the tub.

It was reminiscent of the nursery rhyme about the three men in a tub. Mommy always imagines that the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker could barely fit into their getaway vehicle. Just as these little girls fill their tub until the plastic wants to give and they tip out the side.

Side note: Miriam did a fabulous job matching the apple numbers. Both girls have asked almost daily since if we can "play oatmeal" again. Mommy hasn't worked up the courage to want to clean it up again.