Today when I picked Rachel up from daycare, Shannon told me that Rachel had spent a cheerful afternoon playing by herself and chattering away. "It sounded like she was telling herself a story about what she was doing," Shannon said.
Too bad Rachel doesn't yet realize that mommy intends to steer her toward a career that involves anything except writing for a living. I can't afford to support her AND me in retirement!
She continues to be quite sociable. This morning as I fed her her yogurt at daycare, she kept pointing toward another little baby, Vicente, who was eating graham crackers. I thought Rachel was angling for the crackers, but no -- she just wanted to touch Vicente. And they did! They touched fingers! It was so cute!
Also, I think there may be dogs she likes. She was terrified last week when we visited our friends Anna and Judy, since they have big, loud, slobbery dogs that even Drew finds a bit intimidating. Rachel cried and cried and cried, she couldn't be soothed against my chest.
Last night we visited our friend Vince, whose house I rented years ago when I returned from the fellowship and he left for it. (We basically traded residences for a year). His house was a big reason we decided to buy ours in the same neighborhood.
Anyway, we had a nice chat on his steps, with Rachel on my lap and his small dog, Daisy, in his lap. Daisy is pretty friendly but she didn't seem to notice Rachel. Rachel was so emboldened that she reached out and touched Daisy's nose! She couldn't quite bring herself to touch the back of the dog's ears, though. They are super silky and I bet Rachel would have loved the sensation. Maybe when she's a little older.
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