Memoirs

Today you've given me the Tassi cah (Taxi car) to play with. "Ma, tassi cah." you say to me as I'm sitting at the computer. A little hand holding a tassi cah enters my peripheral vision. I think it is time I came and played cahs with you.

You are like a little car that needs cuddles for fuel.

You want more applesauce.

The two of you consume my day. You are wiggles and giggles and blurs of blue stripes.

That shirt is too short and your round little baby belly sticks out whenever you slightly raise your arms. It's adorable. I think I'll leave it on today.