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cheese!

john has a collection of dead cell phones
that he 'talks' on - now with more
"picture-taking"!
first things first - john's fever is FINALLY gone. he spiked up again on tuesday night, so we had to stay home on wednesday again, but it never came back after that so he's back to his normal self.

second things second: john's beginning to do a lot of imaginative play, and it's so much fun to watch! he's recently taken to "taking pictures" with the dead cell phones he plays with. he even says "cheese" when he holds it up to snap a quick pic of you. it's pretty freaking cute, and actually quite handy: now he understands the concept of "cheese" and i can get him to sit still long enough for a picture of him:

little man, big chair.
posed pic, no blur.
go mama!
but what's even more fun than taking pictures is the repurposing of household objects for more imaginative uses:
"rain, mommy!"
like this morning when he was digging in the cabinets and found the vegetable steamer basket thingy (what is that called?). he came running down the hallway toward me with it up over his head. i said, "son, what on earth are you doing?"

and he said, "rain, mommy!" clear as day. (worth noting, we'd already been outside and he knew it was sunny, so he was definitely just playing.)

so cute. so clever. so glad he's back to his normal sunshiny self!

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