Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Not a bad way to spend a morning

I was washing dishes as my son smashed green playdoh on the table. "Mom, you make a green dragon?"

So I finished the dishes, drained the suds and made dragons and cars and trains and brachiosauruses out of green playdoh for an hour. My daughter woke from her nap and learned the delicious feel of squishing playdoh in your fingers. We learned that you don't put playdoh in your mouth, and you don't put cranberries in the playdoh. "Look mom, I made a temple!"

And my son sat on a towel, naked from the waist down, while we waited for him to pee, preferably in the potty. Later, we called dad, and he said, "Dad, I pee in the potty." Usually he won't talk on the phone, so double success.

Later, all dressed, and after deciding on a lunch of graham crackers and cheese, he said, "Momma, you so proud of me."

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