That's what Rachel said to me from her crib yesterday morning when I reminded her, "Do you know what day it is?" Her sweet little exclamation warmed my heart.
I took her to the haircut place that Drew always takes her to, and her hair is now short. I finally figured out how to put toddler barrettes in her hair and she looked adorable, but I still don't like the way they cut her hair. Instead of looking little and cute, she looks like a girl who's trying to look like a boy, if that makes any sense. May try to explore a new place when Drew gets back.
We went grocery shopping afterward and the bad temper returned, probably because she wanted more potato chip samples than Mommy was willing to give her. I was feeling stressed at the checkout line when the checkout lady, who had been observing Rachel after Rachel's friendly greeting, said, "How old is she? She's really smart. Do people tell you that?"
I mumbled a thank-you, so anxious to get out of Fred Meyer and home for a nap that I didn't appreciate the comment for what it was. I need to return and say thank you.
Rachel slept a long time. I woke her for dinner, then stayed up way too late getting everything ready for today and making a big lunch salad to last me the whole week. Collapsed into bed at midnight. Ready for Drew to come home and give me some help around here.
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