Vacation??!? HA!!! I took today off so Drew and I could move bookcases around to finally give Rachel her own space -- she has been sharing her bedroom with two bookcases of our works of fiction. Last weekend in a fit of frustration tied to cleaning her room, I quickly measured the bookcase in the living room and concluded that we could haul it upstairs and move the bookcases in Rachel's room into the living room. That will give us room to eventually move a desk and/or bookcase/and or her own chair into Rachel's room.
Today was moving day, and I held my breath while we were moving the living room bookcase upstairs but -- IT WORKED!! Once we got that done, we took all the books and shelving out of the bookcases in Rachel's room and hauled those bookcases into the living room -- and in the process we purged about three boxes' worth of books. I thought the process would take two hours; it ended up taking most of the day. Poor Rachel had to amuse herself while her parents were out of commission: at one point we really were forced to let her watch something like three movies in a row -- sacrilege, to my way of thinking, on a perfectly beautiful day -- but there was no alternative. Finally at around 4:30 Drew went to get a haircut and pick up some things for dinner because I was determined to make a nice Shabbat dinner after all our hard work, and Rachel and I went to the mall to buy Drew's birthday gift, pick up some sunglasses for me and re-frame some pictures whose frames were broken.
We finally ended up sitting down to a nice dinner of panko-crusted lamb chops, rice pilaf (Rachel calls it "pea-leaf" which sounds much nicer and more fairylike), salad -- and a beer for Drew and hard cider for me. Yessir, we deserved it!
Oh, and I made gingerbread after dinner because my little girl asked me to. And Mom and Dad? I never understood what complete and major hassle it must have been to paint 8K before we moved in. With two kids in tow? One of whom got sick and curled up in the pantry? And you guys on your knees painting baseboards? Ugh. I like to think I felt a little of what you felt today.
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"Know what Elijah looks like?" Rachel asked at breakfast.
"Elijah who?" I asked. Drew motioned to me that she meant Elijah at Passover.
"He wears a black shirt and green pants. He's white and he has brown hair," Rachel replied. "That's what Elijah looks like."
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"It feels like I'm not even 4!" Rachel said today. "It feels like I'm going to be a baby FOREVER."
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Rachel took out her baby doll and baby carriage this morning, the first time in a long time she has played with either one. At one point she handed the doll to me and said, seriously: "Can you take care of her for me? I want to go to a movie with my husband. You can take her for a walk. She loves walks!"
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