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I didn't know what a blog was until...umm... three, maybe... four years ago.  Kenz is turning seven and she is well-acquainted with blogs and a blogger (her Nana).  Brody's mom is also a blogger. She blogs about Brody. We are both braggers, I mean bloggers of our interactions and reactions of grandmahood and motherhood, respectively.

Kenzie's mom is a Facebooker. She has several albums of fun </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~3/qs6XFjR8Lhk/put-it-on-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZW7fQdYtj-0/SvMDVqChwAI/AAAAAAAACFM/lRKNNqSy-6I/s72-c/DSC00592.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~4/qs6XFjR8Lhk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2009/11/put-it-on-blog.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-7576015023584323667</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T07:14:30.510-08:00</atom:updated><title>Halloween is a treat for grandmas</title><atom:summary type="text">How adorable is this little giraffe?


Good Witches of the WestCousins trick or treating. Look at Dad's flip flops. We had very mild weather and a FULL Moon. Brody's trunk was his bag for his treats. I wonder what was going through his fourteen-month old brain when all of a sudden people are dressed funny and walking up to houses and getting candy from a funny person holding a big bowl.   And why</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~3/9qRd4BhaQL8/halloween-is-for-kids-and-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZW7fQdYtj-0/Su5DDX1qiVI/AAAAAAAACE0/fnoZxwfOxG8/s72-c/Halloween+2009+035.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~4/9qRd4BhaQL8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-is-for-kids-and-there.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-7142120033755714130</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T07:13:38.286-08:00</atom:updated><title>Baby on a Broom</title><atom:summary type="text">Remember the old-fashioned Halloween Carnival at the grammar school down the block?  On the night before Trick or Treat day each classroom was magically transformed into an exciting chance to win something.  Although you could still smell the chalk dust, there was not a desk in sight. We were thrilled with fishing ponds, cake walks and toss games. There was a  long line to get in the spook house </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~3/_uHDj2o0Ub0/old-fashioned-excitement.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZW7fQdYtj-0/Sur2dgSjb4I/AAAAAAAACEk/w6_UcJyFEpg/s72-c/Oct21.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~4/_uHDj2o0Ub0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-fashioned-excitement.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-8960948248059431999</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T10:13:10.155-07:00</atom:updated><title>Greeting the Season</title><atom:summary type="text">Today in the desert we woke up to very cold air.  I took these pictures yesterday when it felt like spring. Brody is missing his morning yard time, but we have to wait till the sun warms things a bit.  Kenzie has a little cold or maybe allergies, hopefully. She stayed home with her mom today. 

It seems that the week proceeding Halloween is one that usually brings big changes in the way of </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~3/JbTxgrKpFsY/seasons-greet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZW7fQdYtj-0/Suh1f2GyNAI/AAAAAAAACEM/J66leBwMmRE/s72-c/Oct21+036.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~4/JbTxgrKpFsY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2009/10/seasons-greet.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-7568320939261458339</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T18:16:58.576-07:00</atom:updated><title>Typical for Today</title><atom:summary type="text">



 Last night Brody's parents went out to dinner. When they got back to collect their boy, his mom asked me a question that sort of made me think a bit. And that was, "So Con, what's a typical morning with Brody like?"  

Without thinking about it, my immediate thought was ...none of my days over the last year have been 'typical'. 

 The first year of a child's life is so full of changes, it </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~3/98UOiTgnpb8/todays-typical-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZW7fQdYtj-0/St9F3I0jrnI/AAAAAAAACDk/PVqa37P94qk/s72-c/Oct21+015.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~4/98UOiTgnpb8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2009/10/todays-typical-morning.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-2193210047434921008</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 23:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-16T05:50:57.476-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oprah.com</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nurturer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Naps</category><title>Naps and Nurturing</title><atom:summary type="text">
I was just browsing Oprah.com and took a quiz to find out what's me? I ranked high as a Nurturer.  I already knew this about myself, because afterall, I am a nurse and... a Granny Nanny.  What I need to be reminded (and this was in the answer) is to not say 'yes' to things I might not feel like doing. Also, to take care of my spiritual, emotional and physical needs before nurturing all the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~3/v2qORaXpwxs/naps-and-nurturing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZW7fQdYtj-0/StZbbUZ62wI/AAAAAAAACDc/61l9nbmzGik/s72-c/oct+o9+006.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~4/v2qORaXpwxs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2009/10/naps-and-nurturing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-5896022633946750040</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 13:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T20:17:40.839-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ann Tyler</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Maria Montessori</category><title>Kenz's Ladder</title><atom:summary type="text">


Look what crawled up on my desk, right on top of my current read Ladder of Years by Ann Tyler.  It's an egg carton/pipe cleaner spider that Kenz made at Montessori. The other night  Brody and I attended the school's open house along with Kenz's parents.  Brody immediately became a Montessori kind of kid and got his hands and mind wrapped around as many materials as he possibly could. Kenz </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~3/ndW3pKfrlSQ/kenzs-ladder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZW7fQdYtj-0/StMwUkw3K_I/AAAAAAAACDU/VMcjjSi-zfo/s72-c/oct+o9+027.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~4/ndW3pKfrlSQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2009/10/kenzs-ladder.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-4524231353740873678</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T06:39:28.450-07:00</atom:updated><title>Step Downs</title><atom:summary type="text">Nana and Daba's house has these little step downs that I need to learn to maneuver.If I hold on to the wall, it might help me to get down without falling boom!Grandpa Daba is standing next to me and he's ready to catch me. I can do it... I can step down....... all by myself. I go slow. I feel for the floor with my toes.Hey people do you know I have been walking for a little more than a month?I </atom:summary><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=925fadca81f922a9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~3/6nxiDVMrdK4/stepping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~4/6nxiDVMrdK4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2009/09/stepping.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-993238793807217352</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 12:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-27T06:44:24.168-07:00</atom:updated><title>Charming!</title><atom:summary type="text">This is day three back from my trip to Tuscany. I went with my brother Joe and a group of David Whyte poetry fans. Not only was the countryside incredibly serene and inspiring, but so were the daily sessions listening to the poet. You can Goggle him to learn more.This was my first trip to Italy and hopefully, not the last. The place is a paradise of hospitality. We stayed in an ancient farmhouse </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~3/zmqh04TTYrg/this-is-day-three-back-from-my-trip-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZW7fQdYtj-0/Sr9cxC5KeJI/AAAAAAAACDM/LihgHIgMr-M/s72-c/iTALY+529.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~4/zmqh04TTYrg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-day-three-back-from-my-trip-to.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-355222166926806923</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 12:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T09:00:11.742-07:00</atom:updated><title>Nana In Nonna Land</title><atom:summary type="text">The card from Kenz (above) was on my desk when I got home from Italy. I was gone for about two weeks. Kenz and Brody both have made subtle, wonderful changes. Brody is steady on his feet and Kenz was excited to read to me from a Mary Pope Osborn Chapter book. She had two of them and had read the first one. "I'll let you borrow it, Nana, so you can read it, too," Of course, I loved hearing this. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~3/qRv-6yEZ3ZU/card-from-kenz-above-was-on-my-desk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZW7fQdYtj-0/SrtsOT5BFmI/AAAAAAAACDE/zwo8ODnY7sc/s72-c/iTALY+366.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~4/qRv-6yEZ3ZU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2009/09/card-from-kenz-above-was-on-my-desk.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-5786862040087219878</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T09:16:57.245-07:00</atom:updated><title>Walking Before His First</title><atom:summary type="text">


Brody started walking about ten days ago, a few weeks short of his first birthday. We are all so proud of him, but he just might be the proudest one of all. He is true to the name toddler. Not a tea-toddler either. Grandpa says he walks like he just finished a fifth of gin. Oh! Grandpa, you are so funny! And Brody you are so Cute!</atom:summary><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c12f6ecc777ef8a2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~3/3jRGY49q6sM/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~4/3jRGY49q6sM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-4039318371642347481</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 18:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-24T11:56:34.527-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday Kenzie's Mom</title><atom:summary type="text" /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~3/Xn5-cwrBJz8/happy-birthday-kenzies-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZW7fQdYtj-0/SpLiGzoXbPI/AAAAAAAACCs/vogiiqh4ATk/s72-c/july+010.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~4/Xn5-cwrBJz8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-kenzies-mom.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-2096237687059793725</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-18T13:56:59.689-07:00</atom:updated><title>Brody's Didatic Materials</title><atom:summary type="text">


Brody is eleven months old and working part-time as a builder and demolition expert. I love to watch him play. According to Maria Montessori, this is the time children like to put things into a box and take them out. Brody's method is a bit unique. Don't ya love it?Montessori.. tid bits from Wikipedia:Children learn through discovery, so didactic materials with a control for error are used. </atom:summary><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d1bfeee1a3faf0a5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~3/470Sf-kBpaE/play-and-learn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~4/470Sf-kBpaE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2009/08/play-and-learn.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-5851711289545233172</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 21:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-05T15:19:39.822-07:00</atom:updated><title>My cool bubble girl</title><atom:summary type="text">





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Brody is right at home in her old pink push car. Ah life, without a diaper. 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I can't think of anything better to decorate</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~3/eZBHFjugb-0/kenzs-wall-of-art.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZW7fQdYtj-0/SgYj03t4iSI/AAAAAAAACAs/BILXSzvKlNs/s72-c/april+2009+010.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlayWitMeNana/~4/eZBHFjugb-0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://playwitmenana.blogspot.com/2009/05/kenzs-wall-of-art.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132167407125242524.post-5678588984960187570</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-04T11:34:27.280-07:00</atom:updated><title>Play by Play</title><atom:summary type="text">








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