Last week after Jake mowed our lawn to make it beautiful (so green, especially for Tucson:), Rachel wanted to play ball. She's actually getting pretty good at throwing and catching the ball (at short distances). And she loves kicking her balls around too. She has a MUCH longer attention span with a ball than with a crayon in her hand. Like a half hour, vs. maybe 2 minutes. I guess she'll be our little sports player.
The other day she said, "You know what my favorite game is? I let Lie-lie in our house, then I chase her and catch her and take her outside." (Really her name is Laila, but Rachel always mispronounces it.) We are lucky to have such a happy, easy going cat for a neighbor. It keeps us from actually having to get a pet of our own. And that cat LOVES us. She hears us in the back yard and hops over right away. And if the back door is open she books it inside and hides as far in as she can get--sometimes just behind the couch, or if she's lucky, all the way in the back bedroom under our bed. Silly cat. But she brings Rachel such joy. And doesn't scratch her all up when she carries the cat like a sack of potatoes. :)
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