and on Sunday, we moved furniture

Drew started the massive process of moving furniture around in Rachel's room and elsewhere to make room for her new desk, chair and bookcase. Our guest room, which our friend Auntie Rachel will return to this Sunday since she's staying with us off and on through January, now has a bookcase completely devoted to books about Africa. The shaky bookcase that used to be in Rachel's room is now in the hallway, and until we get her bookcase up, all of her books are on the floor of the guest room. In short, the upstairs is chaos.

But Drew managed to put together Rachel's chair, so that's something. And I moved her bed to another wall and her bins of toys and workbooks opposite the bed, and her American Girl doll corner is next to the bins -- it actually looks like a girl's room instead of a toddler/little kid's room. Also, the glider in which I used to rock Rachel to sleep is now down in the study under the window where our papasan chair used to be; the papasan is now under the window on the opposite side.

All this moving around of furniture and getting rid of toys and clothes (our friends Jeff and Crystal graciously took all of it off our hands to use it for their 9-month-old daughter someday) has made me wistful for the time when Rachel was much smaller and we could actually cuddle together and I could soothe her in the glider, and she had all her My Little Ponies and Barbies (I was playing with Barbies until I was 11; she got rid of all of hers last weekend with a clear-eyed determination that I found breathtaking) and...she is really not a little kid anymore. She's growing up! Too fast.