It was a hundred degrees today (really, 85, but it felt really really warm) and so I discovered that Crayolas melt in the heat. When I picked up Rachel from daycare I noticed orange goop all over her cupholder. YUCKY! I kept saying as I wiped the mess, and she giggled.
Then I slammed the door shut and was about to start the car when a little voice piped up, "Mommy! Buckle me in!" I HAD FORGOTTEN TO SECURE HER IN THE CAR SEAT. What is WRONG with me???
When we got home, the tiredness caught up with me and I was rushing around getting dinner for her, warming up chicken, boiling pasta for Rachel, when I heard that same little voice saying, "Mommy, here you go. Mommy, here you go." Thinking she was whining, I said curtly, "What is it?" She pointed to my placemat where she had carefully set down three pieces of cold chicken I'd cut up for her.
"For you!" she said.
I was so touched that I went over to her with tears in my eyes, gently hugged her and said, "Thank you! Thank you so much, Rachel!"
She smiled shyly and ducked her head.
Then at bedtime she kept wanting to cuddle and not be tickled. Fine, I said, but I get to kiss you instead. I gave her a couple of little kisses, then said, "big kiss!" and gave her a huge one on her cheek.
Well, she got a real kick out of THAT and kept saying "big kiss!" and I kept giving her monster big kisses all over her face while she shrieked with laugher and frustration until we were both laughing our heads off and needed to take a break and then she said, "pyjamees!" and I knew I'd be able to get her changed and put down with no problem at all.
And I did.
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