Today as I was fixing breakfast, I wore a nice pair of gray slacks and my cruddy mom clothes: A long-sleeve gray t-shirt that I practically live in during the week, and my fleece - the one that is not fit to be seen in public. The nice pair of gray slacks was the bottom half of the memorial service outfit I put together. (I later changed to a black turtleneck and sweater).
Rachel looked at my getup and said, perfectly sweetly, "You look VERY cute."
I felt like hugging her, but I had to flip the bacon. Sweet girl!
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On Friday as we were driving home from work she asked, "who's Jojo?"
"He's Tia Daniella's husband," I answered. "And he's Valerie's daddy."
She paused for a minute.
"Is he a little guy?" she asked.
Daniella, want to tackle that one?
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Rachel insisted on leafing through the NY Times magazine today and an ad with a crying baby in it caught her eye.
"That baby's very sad," she announced.
"Why?" I said.
"'Cuz it wants its mommy and daddy, maybe," she said.
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Rachel accidentally tore the foam number 5 from one of the puzzles she loves playing with (reminder: Need to get her more puzzles ASAP; she is about the outgrow the ones she has). I offered to fix it with some tape.
"Thank you for fixing my 5," she said sweetly. "That was very nice!"
"Glad to do it, Rachel!" I replied.
She thanked me AGAIN at dinner tonight.
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Tonight as she insisted I snuggle with her in the glider after lights were out and I had done singing her songs, she said, "let's sleep together!"
"OK," I replied.
"I love you," Rachel said.
"I love you, too!" I replied.
"I love you too!" she said.
"I love you very much," I said. "You're my favorite little girl."
Then Rachel said, in that bright voice of hers, "Let's wake up!"
I cracked up and put her in the crib.
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