We just got back from a barbecue at my friend Miriam's house in West Linn, about a half-hour drive from here. Miriam is from chorus and her 20-year-old daughter was in town to visit; she will be a senior at Agnes Scott College. She is tall, poised, and very much a grownup, and LOVED IT when I offered to let her hold Rachel. I hope Rachel turns out half as well as she.
Rachel continued to let several people hold her, perhaps she is out of her fear of strangers stage? We hope so, as that will make it easier for her to socialize during her big birthday bash next week (an open house, and we're expecting about two dozen people. Plus we'll have folks sleeping over throughout the weekend). Then, at 6, I went into Miriam's bedroom to change her diaper. She cuddled against my chest, I sang and rocked her, and before I knew it, she was asleep! So, I shifted position slightly on the bed, leaned back against the pillows and napped myself. We stayed there about an hour or so, Rachel's hot, sweaty body against my stomach and chest, her little arms tucked up. I will never forget these days, and I know that when she's grown I will miss cuddling a baby against me.
Drew finished the first coat of paint on the closet. He also baby-proofed our kitchen cabinets. "TRY to get into those cabinets, just TRY," he said, egging Rachel on as she crawled to the cabinet holding most of our mixing bowls. "MAKE MY DAY."
She quickly lost interest when she realized she was shut out!
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