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Yes, Play-Doh makes me smile. Why? Because playing with Play-Doh is one of Ella's favorite activities. Yesterday, Ella and I broke out 12 new containers of Play-Doh, and because Uncle (aka, CT) was off from work yesterday, he joined us. Here are my two Play-Doh colleagues:
There is nothing like new Play-Doh to brighten one's day. Fresh, new, bright colors, and that new Play-Doh scent. (We tossed out all the old "gray" Play-Doh that Ella has mixed together over the last six months.) Together, Ella and I make all kinds of amazing things with our Play-Doh, but more importantly, we TALK. Yesterday, we talked about about mommy, about Katie being in school, about Santa Claus, about daddy, about why Uncle should NOT put too much Play-Doh cheese on his Play-Doh pizza (because we all know what too much cheese does to Uncle), about Ellie's new friend Allison, about my knee hurting. We talked about our trip to Disney and Ella asked CT, "Uncle, what was your favorite part?" We sang all the latest songs Ella has learned in pre-school (the "Days Of The Week" song, "When You're Happy and You Know It", and of course, the macaroni song, a cute little song that my mom composed.
What started out to be a not-so-good week actually turned out pretty good, because it ended with a smile -- all because of a little Play-Doh. Something so simple as Play-Doh... and Ella, of course. Anyway, I hope you find smiles in some of the simplest things too.