lovely Sunday

This morning my friend Linda brought her daughter Devin over for a playdate. Devin was born a week after Rachel and we met her at St. James, Rachel's former daycare. Luckily Linda and I kept in touch and I kept reassuring her that we'll be back at St. James as soon as Drew returns from NYC. Linda said today that she misses seeing us when she picks her daughter up at night!

The two girls had a lovely time together. I explained to Rachel that she needed to share her toys with Devin and she was GREAT; practically as soon as she came in Rachel toddled to the dining room table, got a book and handed it to Devin. Later she handed her some puzzle pieces to play with. It was ADORABLE. I made tea for Linda and we talked while the girls chased each other around the kitchen and dining room, shrieking with laughter.

Later we went upstairs for a bit, and Rachel got very upset when Devin climbed on her go-Kart. I couldn't get her to calm down. Then I suggested they play with the tub of plastic balls, and when Devin pushed the tub up against Rachel, Rachel got upset and said, "Don't push me. That's not OK" and started crying again. That seemed to be the sign for Devin and Linda to go home. Besides, Rachel suddenly said, "I wanna take walk in Rachey cah" and Devin chimed in that SHE wanted to take a walk too, so...Linda nad Devin left and Rachel and I got Rachey Car and took a walk. We will probably see Linda and Devin again at the beginning of November, this time for a playdate at their house.

Our walk was really nice; the day and a half of steady rain cleared out and it was a gorgeous, brisk fall day. Reminded me a bit of Africa when I smelled woodsmoke in the air. We looked at some flowers, Rachel did some pushing of the car for a while, and she ate two granola bars, pieces of an apple and some raisins (this is what passes for lunch in my household on weekends).

Funny quote of the day: Rachel was examining some pebbles when she got that telltale look on her face.
"Rachel, are you pooping?" I asked.
"No, I just farting," she said.
I laughed and laughed, even though I shouldn't have because I've told her that "fart" is a bad word. Of course, as soon as she saw me laughing she said "I farting" over and over.

Sweet quote of the day: As we arrived back home for nap, Rachel said, "I have good day."
"I'm having a good day too, Rachel!" I answered.

And I am.