One or two of you may remember a certain afternoon a few months ago when I was still recovering from my miscarriage.
On this particular afternoon, I had promised myself I would sit in a chair and not move, thus allowing my poor recovering uterus time to….. recover.
But alas, my self made promise lasted less than 2 minutes.
And before I realized what I was doing, I was knee deep in a pile of weeds I’d pulled and vines I’d clipped.
That’s when my aching back and uterus called me back to earth and my goal of just resting.
So, I hot-glued myself to a deck chair and played bubbles with the Wooga man.
He loved it!
And then he ran off!
Which is where our story continues…..
“Bubbers! Hey, Bubbers! Come back and see what I’ve got!” I called to his back.
Suddenly, Bubbers halted and turned to look at me.
“Uh?” he asked, with interest shining in his beautiful eyes.
“Come see what I’ve got!” I called again, holding up a canister he had never seen before in his 15 months of life.
Eagerly, Bubbers redirected his toddling up the deck stairs and to my side.
“What’s that, Mom?” he asked, smiling up at my canister.
“It’s Play-doh!” I said with great enthusiasm and then handed the canister to him.
Excitedly, he reached out to take it.
Then he plopped himself down on the deck.
And commenced to shake.
[Holy toledo, I love that picture and his cute hooked wrist!!]
But nothing happened.
So he shook again.
But still nothing happened.
So he looked at me and asked, “Uh?”
“You need to reach in and pull it out,” I tried to explain from afar.
So he reached in and pinched out the tiniest piece of Play-doh ever.
And stuffed it in a crack.
And looked at it.
And stuffed some more.
And looked some more.
“Huh, would you look at that?” he said to me, “This Play-doh stuff is pretty cool.”
“Isn’t it?” I smiled, “Would you like a different color? How about white?”
“Sure!!” he said and reached out his cute, chubby hands.
That I couldn’t resist zooming in on.
And then, in a sudden burst of generosity, I gave him yellow, too.
And he reached those same cute fingers in and pinched off an equally minuscule amount of Play-doh.
And tried to stuff it in a crack.
But it didn’t stuff.
So he tried again.
“This time it stuffed!!” he laughed.
And I laughed, too, and then handed him the red canister.
“Boy, Mom,” he smiled…..
“I could stuff Play-doh all day long!!”