This morning Andrew was getting ready for the day and Rachel and I weren't. Instead, Rachel was playing with blocks and I was watching her play with blocks because I can't walk across the room without her noticing.
We had family prayer, which Rachel refused to kneel down for. After we were finished, Rachel went straight back to her blocks and Andrew flung his backpack over his shoulder.
"Alright, I'm off!" he exclaimed.
Rachel glanced up from stacking her blocks, said, "Bye bye!" And then whipped her head back down to focus on the task at hand. She can stack two blocks if she tries very hard.
She didn't wave. She didn't cry. She didn't crawl after him. She didn't throw herself on the floor in a fit of rage.
How is it that I cannot walk into the kitchen for a glass of water, or even across the room to get a book without Rachel going ballistic, but when Daddy leaves for the whole day it doesn't even faze her?
I guess she's either just used to it or very bored of our good-bye routine.
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