July 1st, 2008

Time for Gabby

This morning:

“Mama, do you want to play a card game?”

“Not right now, sweetie.”

After lunch:

“Would you like to play cards with me now?”

“Maybe when I’m done with these dishes and after I make a phone call.”

Late afternoon:

“Can you play cards now, Mama?”


The laundry sat and dinner waited while she dealt out the Dora Explorer playing cards. She flipped and matched cards

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June 20th, 2008


This past winter I was quite proud of myself when I bought a plastic storage container in which to keep our tubs of Play-Doh along with their accessories. At long last. Play-doh. Contained.

It worked rather nicely for the winter months. Of course, when the little guys were through playing, there were always bits of Play-Doh on the table and the floor, and of course the brilliant colors always wound

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June 7th, 2008

Playing House

Gabrielle is the mommy and Raphael is the daddy. Three or four plastic babies are nestled in various corners of a house made up of pillows, blankies, an old sweatshirt, and a jumprope. There are bibs and bottles and pots of tea. There are matchbox cars and a barking stuffed dog.

Daddy swings a plastic hammer dangerously close to Mommy’s head and shouts, “I smashing! I smashing real hard!”


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