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Today we experimented with homemade playdough. While the smell of the cooking dough was not the greatest, it was suprisingly cathartic to knead the colors into the dough. I moved M's table and chairs from her room into the kitchen so that she could watch the process ("mommy cook," she said). It wasn't long before she decided that she needed her monkey friend to join in the fun. The video is pretty indicative of her chatter nowadays.