The other day during the blessing on dinner: "Please bless this food to get good...." Now I know how she feels about my cooking. :) At least she has faith in miracles. ;p
Rachel walks around saying, "According to my research..." and tells me something, like that she wants to read a book, or is hungry, or that it's a hot summer day, or whatever. She fell in love with the Magic School Bus DVD that we checked out from the library last week, where one of the girls is always commenting on her research. It sure sounds funny.
At the dollar store the other day I told Rachel she could get some stickers if she was good. But then she found this FANCY hat and happily gave up the stickers in exchange for the hat. It also serves as a plate for her felt food.
Last night Rachel woke up because her legs were itchy from bug bites. She decided she needed to go potty after I put some benadryl cream on her legs and as I was waiting for her to be done, out of nowhere she says, "Mom, you are the best!! I know you love me!" How sweet. It made the waking up in the middle of the night almost worth it.
Today I was unloading the box of baby toys from the garage, which ended up being mostly books (as if we don't have enough kids books--a week or two ago I counted 110, but didn't realize we had another whole box in the garage). Rachel has been in book heaven looking at all the books she had forgotten about (and are really too short for her, now that her attention span is 2 whole minutes instead of 10 seconds). She kept talking about how she was going to read the books to her baby sister, and was reading them to her "babies" (ie. stuffed animals). Every once in a while she'd bring me one and ask me to read it to her. After one of them I told her I thought that was a good book for her to keep in her room, because it was more for big girls than for babies. Oh the excitement! She did a little clapping and ran to give me a hug and told me "Mom! You are soooo AWESOME!" Oh, the little joys in life. That's twice in one day she's told me I'm pretty cool. It must be true. ;)
I've been slowly getting things out of the garage and washing off the dust to get things ready for this baby that will be here sometime in the next month or so. Rachel thinks it's just a ton of new toys for her to play mommy with. Her stuffed animals and Little People get baths and get put down for naps with the baby blankets. But last night she decided she would fit just fine in the baby bathtub:

