Rachel the butler

I've written before about how Rachel puts her shoes away every night and then walks into my bedroom and gives me my slippers. Now she has taken it to a whole new level -- she takes MY shoes and then walks into my closet, carefully places my shoes into my shoe tree, then pads over to my bed and hands me my slippers.

It's like having a pint-sized butler. I half-expect her to hand me a smoking jacket and a stogie before dinner.

At bedtime tonight, she wanted to sit on her red plastic chair and read by herself. She made sure mommy had a book, though, which I read aloud while she took her own book and flipped through the pages. The day is fast approaching where we'll sit in companionable silence, each with a book on our lap, and I'll look up occasionally and say, "I love you, honey." Hopefully that will be her cue to come over and give me a soft little hug.