A few years ago, when I was just three months old, daddy spent many 4 - 6 week periods of time on a matter in India. Yes, you read that correctly. When I was three months old. And not sleeping at all. And crying all night long. Oh and it was the middle of winter. Daddy swears all he did was work miserably when he was there and that "playing Holi" was the one cool thing he did. We don't know if we believe him - in fact mom said she would have done pretty much anything to be alone for 18 hours in first class on an airplane. I think she still would. We did get to go meet up with him one time in London, but mom's recollection of her flight back with me (by herself) was that I screamed the entire 8-hour flight.
In any event, in celebration of both St. Paddy's Day and Holi, we played for a long while with our colored rice and quinoa and some bugs. Mom and Cami colored it with our Wilton's gel color, roughly following this tutorial. You can see that the rice took the color more brilliantly. We had a blast -- Cami did a lot of scooping and filling. I made tunnels and volcanoes with my bugs and waged all kinds of attacks. And we even got in on the cleanup.
p.s. - mark your calendars - Mom is eagerly awaiting her turn to "play Holi" at this run in September.
cam mixing it up
i came out before bedtime when mom had all the colors out drying and insisted she take a pic of me in front of each and every color. and she thought it was so cute she is posting all of them.
all ready to play!
daddy playing Holi
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