Mom plays me like a guitar

Mom picks me up and holds me side to side. She strums her fingers on my tum tum. It tickles and I laugh.

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It’s a match

I choose my tan shoes when I wear my tan pants.
I choose my pink socks when I wear my pink clothes.
I keep my blue clay away from my red clay. I do not let them mix.
I make sure I place the green plate with the green fork and the green cup. Just like I place [...]

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Snow angels, snow cones

Mom falls down in the snow. She waves her arms. She waves her legs. And when she gets up, I see an angel.
Me. Me. Me.
“Yes,” Mom says. “It’s your turn.”
So, I fall back into the snow and make my own angel. Just like I did last year. But this year, there is a Mom and [...]

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You are what you eat

If you eat blue play-doh your poop turns bright green. Bright, bright green. Like new grass in spring. Or like the fake grass at the bottom of your Easter basket.
That is not a bad thing, right?
It’s kind of pretty. In a weird way.

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Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?

My ride-on truck plays two tunes. One button starts a song about a star that shines, up above the world so high. The other one plays a song about a muffin man who lives down some lane.
On day one, I let the whole songs play. But by day two, I am a rap star. I [...]

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My name in clay

Mom and I sit down to play with clay. She helps me press forms into the clay to make shapes. Mom says the name of each shape first and then I say it. 
“A,” Mom says.
A-eee.
“U,” Mom says.
Ew.
“D,” Mom says.
Dee.
“R,” Mom says.
Rah. Rah. Rrrrr.
“E,” Mom says.
Eeee.
“Y,” Mom says.
Wah-eee.
“That’s your name!” Mom says. “Yay.”
Yay!

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What’s in store for the New Year

I hit all my goals for last year. So I will set new ones for this year:
1. I will learn to polka.
2. I will learn to go on the big girl potty.
3. I will learn to ride my trike.
4. I will learn to pull my clothes on.
5. I will learn to tell Mom and Dad, [...]

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