Near daily musings of a mom writing about motherhood, attachment parenting, extended nursing, elementary aged children, interfaith and Judaism, stepmotherhood, second wifedom, marriage, and whatever else pops into my mind
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Gahbage
Sam is walking around my living room, with goggles on, blue jeans, dinosaur t-shirt, and Jessie's purple belt on, wearing a pair of blue flowered socks as his 'gahbage glubs' (garbage gloves), carrying a little toy frying pan, and picking up various toys, muttering to himself "come here gahbage, gahbage, I wooking for you." Every now and again, he yells for me to say "Dis going well, Mama."
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