Rachel is such a good helper; if I mention my neck hurts she'll run to get the hot pack; if I need to sweep the kitchen floor, she'll get the broom and dustpan and try to sweep up herself. And does a pretty good job!
On Sunday she tried to lift my purse but couldn't quite manage it and left it near the kitchen table.
"This is where I put your purse when I was trying to carry it," she said.
"It was too heavy?" I said.
"Yes. I couldn't BEAR to carry it! It was too heavy!" she said.
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"Wouldn't it be funny if an eyeball arranged a playdate?" she asked over breakfast.
Why yes, sweetie, it would!
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"Time to hop in the car!" I said as we headed to the light rail station.
"Look!" Rachel said as she walked into the garage. "I'm being very efficient!"
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I managed to cut all of our roses that popped into bloom while I was away, and put them in a big vase. One advantage of living in the Pacific Northwest -- the roses. They're as big as baseballs. Almost as big, in fact, as Rachel's head!
"I'm keeping a sharp eye look for the bugs who eat our flowers," Rachel informed me. "Can we save just a little bit for them?"
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