Rachel got to go to primary with me today, an activity that she would do everyday if she could. She called out to all the primary children as they walked in the door, desperately vying for their attention. They all reverently ignored her, except for the children who weren't being reverent; they simply ignored her. She was devastated--she loves it when big kids pay attention to her--but not for long!
Primary started with some fun songs to get those sacrament meeting wiggles out. They sang "In the Leafy Treetops" and Rachel just about died and went to heaven. She's rather familiar with that song--it's one that we sing in the mornings when she first wakes up. As soon as the music started she got a huge grin on her face and started dancing and singing and doing a little percussion on the metal chairs. To add to her pleasure the chorister, Bro. Smith (my friend Brittni's soon-to-be father-in-law), had a puppet of a bunch of baby birds in a nest.
Rachel loves puppets and Rachel loves singing, so by extension she loves primary.
After the puppets went away and sharing time started she began acting tired. Lucky for me, the lesson was soon over and the children serenaded her with some reverent songs. She slept right until the closing song. It was wonderful.
Of course, Rachel is used to falling asleep to primary songs since we play primary CDs while she falls asleep. We just put her to bed, actually.
After scriptures and prayer she crawled onto the safety of Andrew's lap. She was mad at me because I was mad at her. She bit me. I tried to gently flick her nose, something my mom would do when we bit her, but I missed and got her cheek. I have horrible aim, but I don't think Rachel would have been any more pleased had I hit my target. It wasn't so much that the flick hurt than it was that Mommy flicked her. If she wouldn't bite me we wouldn't have a problem with each other but she doesn't seem to grasp that concept. She's just trying to teethe, which I don't mind, so long as I'm not being teethed upon.
We forgave each other long enough to finish nursing, but Rachel held onto her grudge and sought out sympathy from Daddy as soon as possible. So Andrew carried her into her room. We kissed her and told her we loved her. Then Andrew put her down in her crib, walked out of the room, and closed the door.
Meanwhile I was trying to get the CD player to work. Sometimes it takes several attempts before it will actually play. I thought it was odd that he closed the door behind him, but I'm used to him doing odd things so I didn't really think anything of it (other than noting to myself that it was odd, of course).
While I was pushing "play" for the third time, I heard Andrew call out,
I didn't answer because Rachel was trying to fall asleep and I didn't want her to realize I was still in her bedroom.
I pushed "play" again and heard Andrew walk down the hall.
"Honey, where are you?"
I pushed "play" again while Andrew walked into the bedroom and called out for me again.
"Where are you hiding?" he asked. Apparently he had already looked everywhere in the house. It isn't hard to do. Our house isn't that big.
The CD finally started playing. I tiptoed across the floor and slowly opened the door.
"Oh, there you are!" he said, "I lost you!"
"You shut me in the baby's room," I told him.
This was evidently news to him. Whatever shall I do with this husband of mine? I guess I'll just have to play along. 5...4...3...2...1...ready or not, here I come!