Rachel was a terrific traveler home. She didn't whine or fuss once (she also didn't sleep on the plane, which we had hoped she would do). I ended up racing through my b-school class homework so I could relieve Drew of the responsbility of reading to her and telling her endless stories. Sleep, kid! I kept saying silently. For heaven's sake, SLEEP! Instead, she ended up falling asleep AFTER the plane landed, our bags were piled on the sidewalk and we were waiting for a cab to take us home. Rachel curled up on the bags, I put my coat on top of her like a blanket, and she was out.
Today she talked to her teachers and friends about her adventures in New York. Apparently her class had made a "countdown calendar" to mark the days until she returned. How cute!!!
Tonight I went to chorus rehearsal. Drew fed Rachel dinner, and while they were eating he started reading the NY Times.
"Daddy, don't look at the newspaper while we're having dinner," Rachel said very seriously.
"Really?" Drew said. "What SHOULD I be looking at?" (He thought she'd say, 'Me!')
"You should concentrate on your food," she said.
A few minutes later Drew tried to ask her about school and she looked at him, smiled, and said, "Less talking, more eating!"
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