Roses from Drew were the high point. It went downhill from there. The weather was windy, rainy and cold; I displeased my boss at work and spent much of the day agonizingly reprimanding myself for it, skipping lunch in the process; I'm dealing with cross-pressures from different parts of the university and I WISH PEOPLE WOULD JUST LEAVE ME ALONE TO GET THE DAMN MAGAZINE OUT IN PEACE.
Thank you.
Rachel was quite sweet most of the day. This morning I had to wake up because we needed to leave early since I had a lot to do before a mandatory 1 p.m. meeting. "Happy Valentine's Day, Rachel!" I said cheerfully as I bent over her crib. "This is the day when we get to hug and kiss each other a lot."
She got right up. "Kiss!" she said, indicating she wanted to give me one on the lips. She NEVER normally does this. I got her to rush a bit by promising that she could wear her "Sesame dress," a pink velvet dress with Sesame Street characters on it. It's a hand-me-down from our friends Anna and Judy and I just love her in it, with her pink striped leggings and yellow sweater. She looks like a Dr. Seuss character!
On the way home I sang a bunch of songs through the rain until Rachel fell asleep, then downloaded with Drew until I got home. Rachel was obsessed with the bag she got at the daycare Valentine's Day party, filled as it was with candy -- mostly "suckers," or lollipops -- and little Valentine's cards from her friends. Jennifer, the chief daycare attendant, said Rachel carried her party bag around the whole day. She wouldn't let it go.
I put up with her whining and crying for candy just barely, telling her firmly that she had to finish her dinner before she got any more sweets. She ate a jar of apples and blueberries and nibbled at tortellini before asking for a small lollipop. And rather than eat the whole thing, she licked it twice and said, "I save it for later."
One cute exchange tonight:
Rachel (as I was getting napkins from the area outside the kitchen): Don't go bye-bye!
Me: I won't go bye-bye, Rachel! You're stuck with me for a long time.
Rachel: I need you!
Me (thinking all sorts of warm rushing thoughts): Really, Rachel? Do you really need me?
Rachel: I need you to go potty!
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