Play-Doh and Red Balloons

I meant to post this yesterday, but never got any farther than uploading pictures. It was one of those days.

Joshua and I had a very fun time having a Play-Doh party on Monday evening. Grandma had surprised him with a little bag of Play-Doh tools that he is infatuated with. We rolled and cut and squeezed spaghetti for literally 2 hours....from supper time to bed time. And even then he cried when we had to put it away and get ready for his bath. He is mostly intrigued with the scissors and is concentrating really hard to learn how to make them work. I haven't even begun to introduce the concept of safety scissors to him, figuring there was little hope of him handling that at this point, but maybe we're not too far off.

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And, in the interest of creating a disjointed post...here's a little story from the weekend that keeps resurfacing this week. When we were eating dinner at Red Robin (which, by the way is a God send of a restaurant for a peanut allergic child!) Joshua asked for a red balloon. Sometime after studying it and playing with it, he got scared or annoyed or something, because he started to cry and ask us to "put it away". We quickly scooped him up with all of our belongings (including the balloon) and headed for the car. He was still saying, "Put it away!" and crying. So, when Jason thought he wasn't looking, he let the red balloon go. Joshua, of course, saw this and got incredibly concerned. This started him asking questions about, "Where did my red balloon go?" And these questions continued into his bath time that evening at the hotel.

In a moment of brilliance (at least I thought it was brilliant), I finally said that the balloon floated up to Heaven to see God. He seemed to buy it.

Ever since we've gotten home, he keeps saying..."My red balloon from Red Robin went up to see God's Heaven." I heard that at least 3 times last evening.

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And in an unbelievable newsflash, when I left for the office this morning at 8:43 am, my Joshua was still snoring away in his bed. It may have had something to do with Daylight Savings Time, him having greatly reduced sleep over the weekend in the hotel, the two top molars he is cutting, or perhaps the 4 different times he woke up through the night last night calling for me as if he was ON FIRE.

But Joshua......asleep at 8:43???? Really?