Play dough!

Mommy made some Pumpkin Spice Playdough, and Rye went to town. It's not the prettiest thing to look at, and with cloves and whole wheat flour, is impossible to color, but Rye didn't seem to mind. He used small cookie cutters, a rubber stamp, a chopstick and a mini rolling pin to play with the dough. He would take a hunk of dough and say, "bah?" as he handed it to Mommy to make into a ball. Again, and again...and again. He tried to eat some of it, but it was too salty to swallow.

(The mark on his lip is from face-planting into some furniture earlier in the day.)