What Drew and Rachel do when I'm not around

Last night was the next-to-last night of my digital video editing class, and Drew said he and Rachel played baseball upstairs, as well as "chicken."

"Chicken" involved Rachel sitting on one of my old donut-shaped nursing pillows and pretending she was sitting on imaginary eggs. When they hatched, Drew pretended he was a baby chick and said, "peep peep!" Then he held open his mouth to be fed, and Rachel told him he needed to go to sleep. He tucked his head under his arm. Then she woke him up and told him it was time to go to animal school.

Tonight I went to synagogue, and when I called Drew to let him know I was on my way home, he answered sternly, "We're doing a Dr. Seuss puzzle" with that don't-disturb-us tone. I laughed, but when I got home I saw it was true -- Rachel had done most of a Dr. Seuss Happy Birthday puzzle. "Mommy, wanna see the Dr. Seuss puzzle?" she demanded when I walked in the door. "Take off your coat!" she ordered, then dragged me in to the living room. I exclaimed over it and she seemed very happy.

Drew also reports that she ate a grilled cheese sandwich at school today and liked it. "Daddy makes the best grilled-cheese sandwiches in the WHOLE WORLD!" I told her, and Drew promised her he'd make her one for lunch sometime.

Oh, and tonight during her bath, Drew said Rachel pretended she was in the soaking tub at the Kennedy School while it was snowing outside. Evidently she remembered the promise I made to her last week that I'd take her there when it was cold outside and we could soak together.