That sweater I mentioned a few days back? The one with the pixelated picture on it? It's this one. I can't say I think it's lovely...but it's interesting, and plays with your mind a little bit.
We took off work early today because Rachel wanted to get out of the house and now we are sitting around not going anywhere. Actually, I think we'll be going to Daedalus and Belvedere Market in a little while and then having dinner at Zen West. Yum.
And then stopping at the grocery store and getting stuff to make lasagna tomorrow. As well as some basic food type items.
Last night I gave Rachel one of the volumes of the journals I kept when she was a little kid. I have a couple of big binders stuffed with memories. I used to go into work every morning and type up an entry and then use excerpts to send letters to family members. We started reading stuff from it and laughing so hard. I am so glad that I kept the journal, because there is a lot of stuff I have forgotten completely, but here it is for us to enjoy all over again. Rachel said, "I was sort of a weird kid, huh?" She also got a sense of how often she was sick (a lot) and how many nights she would wake up at 3 a.m. screaming (many). Perhaps I should have a weekly "Story of Young Rachel" if she doesn't mind.
All I have to do is the Kitchenering and Beth's sock number 1 will be done! So exciting. I was sitting and knitting outside this afternoon waiting for Arthur and a man walked by and stopped to ask what I was knitting and admired it. "That's as good as a sock you'd buy in a store!" he said.
Off to Kitchener!
2 comments:
"Mike asked Rachel's advice about temper tantrums. He asked her if she ever had tantrums when she was little and she said yes and he asked, 'When you were having your tantrum what did you want? Did you want everyone to leave you alone or did you want to be talked to and cuddled?' And Rachel gave him a fishy eyeball and said, 'I wanted people to give me what I was having the tantrum about.'"
Hmmm...I'm taking this as implied consent to offer up Rachel stories.
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