..and I would have been posting more except that I am recovering from a week of sickness: Sore throat, massive stomach problems, inability to keep food down, laryngitis, then hives after eating at my favorite Japanese restaurant last night. It's as if my body has been waiting for Drew to get home before it could give itself permission to collapse.
Anyhow:
Rachel is very, very happy that Drew is home. He drove her to school on Wednesday while I took a sick day (first one ever in this new job) and he said she kept chanting, "Mommy, Daddy, Rachel!" and then she'd say brightly, "your turn!" and then he'd go, "Mommy, Daddy, Rachel!" It sounds insufferably cute and it probably was.
Then when they got home that night, Rachel raced into the kitchen to say hi to me. Then Drew picked her up in his arms and snuggled with her. Then she reached out to me and I snuggled, too. Then she wanted Daddy.
At dinner, she hopped off her chair and ran to Drew's leg and hugged it. Then she ran to my leg and hugged it. And so on.
As Drew says, she's OK with either of us alone but seems happiest when the whole gang is back together.
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