My friend Sarah and her son, 4-year-old Noah, are frequent guests of ours. Sarah is going through a divorce and a rough financial patch. She used to be my editor at the Oregonian and was one of the first people to reach out to me after I left, so she has been a good friend to me, especially because she was always up for a playdate while Drew was gone. So I try to reciprocate.
Tonight they came over for dinner and I made a chocolate cake for Drew's birthday (using the recipe for his mom's frosting, which I wasn't able to get until Drew and I had been married a few years. I believe Alice was testing me to see if I had staying power). Anyway, it was something like 93 degrees outside (but probably 106 inside; I took a shower before they came and as soon as I sat down to dinner I began sweating again). We all had a great time, and towards the end Drew, Rachel and Noah went upstairs and played a very complicated game that involved good vs. evil, with Rachel at one point coming downstairs and talking about being killed. Sarah has told me that Noah's dad isn't very physical with him, and he apparently loves coming to visit because Drew really gets down on his level and plays. ("Is Rachel's dad going to be there?" Sarah told us he asked on the way over). He hasn't caught on to Drew's name yet; he hollers, "Rachel's dad!' when he wants his attention. (Drew told him he could refer to him as Mr. DeSilver or Sir, but that didn't take, either).
Anyway, they all had a blast, Drew was totally exhausted and soaked with sweat when he came back downstairs and I tried to give him a break by doing all the cleanup. We both have just enough energy to get ready for bed and then collapse.
Cute Rachel sayings today:
"I'm not scared of the mixer, particularly when I'm in the living room," Rachel said. To prove her point, she came in from the living room and stood next to me as I mixed the frosting ingredients together. I was very impressed!
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Shout out to Tia Daniella: Rachel picked out "Little Duckie's Day," for me to read after nap. "This is a really great book!" she said, and then she proceeded to read from it by memory. The last line is "When I grow up, I want to be just like Mommy."
"When I grow up, I want to be just like Mommy, too!" Rachel said, and I hugged her.
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Lisa, try this for Rachel's friends. In the South, children use the first name preceeded by Mr., Miss or Mrs. (Mr. Drew or Mr. Andrew-Mrs. Lisa). I think it's the perfect compromise between too formal or too familiar!
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