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on the art of play

this is perhaps the silliest milestone a mom
has ever discussed, but this picture shows
the first time john ate a "banbana" without
me taking the peel off for him.

i have always wanted to be the kind of mom who plays with her child. yes, there are often grown-up-y things that need to be done like laundry and cooking and dishes and the like, but i want john to remember his parents stopping to take time and be silly with him, not just working while he played in the other room.

and since john and i drive to and from work/school every day, that time in the car is an awesome opportunity for us to play together. granted, it has to be verbal play that allows me to stay focused on the road. but we talk a whole heck of a lot, and john tells me all about his day and who he played with and what they did.

so this morning on the way to school, john informed me that he wanted to go on an airplane, and i saw an awesome opportunity. i told him our truck could be an airplane, and we would fly to school.

john thought this was an awesome plan. so we "took off" with no turbulence, and traveled across baton rouge in the air. john pointed out the sites as we flew over them, and i periodically checked in with air traffic control so they could vector us in to our landing approach at the school.

that kiddo loved it every time i got on the "radio." he giggled when i asked for permission to land and laughed outright when i warned him about the bump when we hit the "runway" (driveway). and when i informed him that he had to stay in his seat until the captain turned off the fasten seatbelt sign, he said, "i stay here mommy! keep my seatbelt!"

and you know what? that was probably the most entertaining drive to work we've had in a long time.

and now, we're cleared for takeoff again, so i better go!




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