My girls best friend

My darling daughter has been through a few different favourite toys, for a long time it was ducks, then toy story and now it's Dylan the Dog.

This scruffy little dog goes everywhere with her. He sits patiently while she eats her dinner, watches whilst she has a bath, plays in the garden and goes to sleep with her.

I worry that we may lose him whilst at the shops but I've made sure I know where to buy a replacement (shhhh) if needed.

Buzz & Woody cast aside

He is very good, I've even caught him wiping Bubba's nose on occasion. In my book that goes beyond the bounds of friendship.

We had an awkward time where he wouldn't stop depositing small white pellets (that's until I sewed up the hole in his leg). He is now a lot scruffier than when he started out but he is loved.

Sometimes if bubba forgets him and is having too much fun, suddenly she'll cry out for him and won't settle until he is back in her arms. It's definitely true love.

Why I hate the doh colours mixed

My fingers twitch and I have to keep my mouth jammed shut. Why? Because Bubba is mixing the play doh colours, it's making me feel all highly strung.

I'm not really sure why though, they are complimentary colours so look good all together. I think it could be that as an adult we are taught to keep things compartmentalized and tidy. We label things in our minds and lives in neat orderly little mental boxes. 

Children don't have the confines that we do but at what age does this change and why?

If you sit and think about it, who cares if the colours mix and what harm does it do? Yep exactly, none whatsoever. It's the art of play and exploration so it makes me sad that I try and control her responses and get twitchy when things get messed up. 

I must admit once the colours are all mixed I start to relax. I don't really care now but didn't want the lovely pristine things messy.