Naughty Play Food

At some point during this post you are going to decide either that this post is a prank born of a wild, filthy imagination, or that I should put down the crochet hook and back away, slowly.

I was inspired by this pattern and the incessant clattering of plastic food in the play kitchen to try my hand at crocheted play food. To understand what I’m talking about when I say “incessant clattering,” grab an empty trash bag and fill it with plastic cups. Now dump them on the floor. Do this 45 times an hour, and you’re with me.

Now, since this is an experiment and I unfortunately recently decided I didn’t have room to keep a “stash” that was not waiting for a specific project, off to the thrift store I went for whatever random yarn could be had for $.35 or less. I found a nice peach and a lemony yellow and thought, “I can work with that.”

So I began modifying the orange pattern to make a peach. I was having a great time. I made it to the part where you stuff your object with no trouble. Then I began to “close the deal,” so to speak and found myself with:

Well. If I’d photographed it with the yellow “stem hollow” I added on the rounded top side, you’d see why the mamas at the Joy Troupe Crafty Mamas afternoon were howling with laughter and joking that the children wouldn’t be allowed to touch their own toys. Nevertheless, I KNEW something could be made from this lovely peach yarn that looked edible so I had another go. (Can you identify where in this decision making process I keep going wrong? Thought so.)

This time I used the (yes. I did go there.) carrot pattern and got:

Now, I’m not above the occasional moment of naughty knitting. It’s fun. It’s silly. It’s harmless. But I swear to you, this is completely unintentional. So now we are brandishing my carrot in conjunction with my peach and, well…

Fortunately there was a subsequent Crafty Mamas event where I turned them into:



Now we have a respectable, if a bit blond, turnip and a parsnip, although Ian swears it’s a carrot. Or did before he grabbed the dangling yarn end and pulled. So we’ll be having another try on that. And, unlike what happened the day these items were born, there was no yelling.

Next I’m going to see if I can continue spinning straw into gold by having a go at corn on the cob… Stay Tuned.

Nothing beats the sound of tractors early in the morning…

Little Dude’s Travel Gear Selection:

Current Weather conditions:

Quotable Moment:
“We got you excavator. We got you bullzipper. We got you other lots of things at home. We got TWO bullzippers.”

Distance traveled: .87 miles

Current Total Distance Traveled: 53.01

I owe the babies: $13.25

Note to self…

check weather and temp BEFORE going out for a late PM walk in the sun. 90 degrees feels pretty dang hot when you aren’t acclimated to summer weather yet. Plus, no leaves out yet means no shade. On the up side, the lilacs are coming!

Little Dude’s Travel Gear Selection:

Current Weather conditions:

Quotable Moment:
“Ian and Mommy just finish goin’ up, up, up, up a hill!”

Distance traveled: 1.13 miles was more than enough, thanks.

Current Total Distance Traveled: 53.27 miles

I owe the babies: $13.32

Butterflies, my Deer.


This wasn’t Ian’s first Metro ride, but it was my first time on the Metro with him. We went to the museum of Natural History and saw the live butterfly exhibit. If you haven’t been, make time- it was wonderful, and the staff took lots of time to explain things to my little guy- he was completely thrilled to see a butterfly eating melon!

Not to mention that the woman you see in this picture taught my 2 1/2 year old the word, “proboscis.” I think that’s wonderful- she explained everything to him simply and without “dumbing it down.”

As an aside, the Huntington Metro station definitely needs to improve their signage. Even a veteran ‘tro traveller such as myself found it a bit bewildering.

Quotable Moment:

“I’m gonna ride the Metro train. Not the bus, Daddy, just the Metro Train!”

Distance traveled: .83
Solo Miles:1.76

Here’s a shot from my solo walk. It’s a little hard to make out because of the resolution, but there are about a dozen deer feasting on my neighbor’s front yard:

Current Total Distance Traveled: 41.79 miles

I owe the babies: $10.45

"1, 3, 4, 9, 10 mailboxes."


On today’s walk, Ian discovered the joys of holding Daddy’s hand on one side and Mommy’s on the other, lifting his feet up in the air, and shouting, “Woooo! I’m flyin’! Mommy, I’m just flyin’!”

Also, although he knows all the numbers up to 20, he often skips some to get there faster. (And if you think that’s fun, you should hear him try to count backwards…) We decided that 1, 3, 4, 9, 10 must have some specific, significant mathematical relationship that is just beyond our ken. But it makes sense to him.

Little Dude’s Travel Gear Selection:


Quotable Moment:
“This is Uncle Tyler’s hat.”

Distance traveled:.78 miles

Current Total Distance Traveled: 39.98 miles

I owe the babies: $10.00