You knew what I was when you picked me up

Truman Playing with Playdough
There is an analogy that that I have heard many times in my life. It is the story of a little boy, who comes across a Rattlesnake. This snake convinces the little boy to pick him up and carry him to the top of the mountain. The snake promises not to hurt him. We’ll they get to the top of the mountain, at which point the snake bites the little boy. The boy does not understand, and says, “Why? Why did you bite me?” And the Snakes Replies… “You knew what I was when you picked me up”

My Children have some things that they LOVE. Toys that they play with on a daily basis, or want to play with on a daily basis. Toys that I DON’T LOVE….

Tucker loves Legos right now. (Or as he pronounces it Yea-gos) He builds Robots and Machines and Rockets and Squares and Rectangles. But Mostly Robots. He wakes up, plays Legos, goes to preschool, plays legos, quiet time, plays legos, dinner, plays legos. Did I mention he loves LEGOS? We have two boxes of Legos, one upstairs and one downstairs. These Legos travel from room to room as the Robots fix my bed, feed the other machines, and find treasures. I find legos in MY bed, under the couch, in the fridge, between the front door and the screen. These toys are loved, if they were the velveteen rabbit, these Legos would be alive!

Truman on the other hand, loves Play-dough. When there is a lull in the day, or when I open the closet where we keep the play-dough, he asks me, “Dough-Dough Mama”? Well, in an attempt to keep up with my house, I try to reserve the play-dough for when Tucker is at school, when I can set Truman up at the Kitchen Table while I unload the dishwasher, reload the dishwasher, get out the Lysol Cleaner and scrub down the counters, cabinets and appliances. Truman loves this time, we talk, and Truman reminds me the simplicity of life. Nothing compares to the feeling of Play-dough squished between your fingers.  Right now,  what Truman likes to do is build animals, his favorite right now is the elephant. At my request, Grams and Gramps bought him a kit of animals play-dough pieces for Christmas. He loves it, and I do too, until it is time to clean up. How does play-dough end up stuck underneath the table, covering the chair, and stuck in Truman’s hair? I hope to get my photos up too, and if you look close at Today’s Photo of Play-dough, you can see Truman has Blue Play-dough in his teeth, (and, yea, that is an elephant he is holding up…)

We’ll when I was complaining to Toph about my role as Play-dough cleaner-upper and Lego Gatherer, he said to me, Emily….

“You knew what I was when you picked me up”