Saturday morning trip

This morning Rachel kept yelling from her crib, "Daddy! Daddy!"
"He's in the bathroom, Rachel!" I yelled back. She started crying, so I wrapped myself in a dressing gown and went into her room to reassure her I wasn't mad. She settled herself in next to me on the glider and said she wanted to read a LOT of books. Then she pretended to strap on a seat belt.

"Fasten your belt!" she said. "We're going to Dinosuar-land!"

Dinosaur Land is where we get to see Mommy and baby dinosaurs but not Daddy dinosaurs. The dinosaurs are nice, not mean, and they don't bite. We get to play with them. Sounds like a trippy version of Jurassic Park. Sign me up!

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"I want to be a grownup and drink wine," Rachel told me this morning.
"Rachel, why do you want to drink wine so much?" I asked her.
"Because," she said. "I want to be just like you!"
I could only say thank you. Hopefully that sentiment won't die anytime soon.

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I've talked before about how we've tried to cultivate in Rachel an attitude of thankfulness. This morning she said, totally out of the blue, "Thank you for the presents!"
I was puzzled because I haven't brought her any gifts lately.
"Thank you for the bracelet and the shirt!" she said. (I had brought those back from Vermont). I was stunned that she remembered, and that she's still thanking me for them.

This morning Drew thanked me for making the bed, as he usually does. When I sat down to breakfast Rachel echoed, "Thank you for making the bed, Mommy!"

Looks like it's working.