Rachel Writes

We just love these edamame (immature soy beans). Boil for 10 minutes. A little salt. So tasty! And they're fun to pop too. Thanks, J, for letting us have the only container of them at the store yesterday. The first time I bought these myself I didn't know you were supposed to boil them. I ate them raw! My friend asked, "How were they?" "A little tough. Not like the time I ate them at your house," I replied. As the words were leaving my mouth, I thought, maybe I should have boiled them. "Did you boil them?" she asked. "Oh. No." I said. Silly me.

Soj and Whitty are funny kids. That's why I like this picture. Whit is bug-eyed and Soj is making a goofy face. Oh yeah, and the balloon hats are great. I want to remember things about them-- the way that Whit gets stuck between the mattress and the wall during nap time (He's in no danger-- the mattress is on the floor) and instead of crying, just coos at me until I wake up. Or the way that Soj makes sense of the world-- she calls my razor a hammer, because I click it against the side of the shower as I use it. She asks so many questions and loves the sound of her ow n voice. Some days I feel like I don't have the energy to do fun things. Some days I day dream about nap time for the first 6 or 7 hours of the day. But some days we do things right. Some days we laugh, A LOT!! We don't have many holiday plans. We'll go to the beach on Wednesday the 23rd, Sojo's birthday. We will have one night at a mountain "resort" (I use quotations because, ...

I just found an assignment that Micah developed for his British literature course. It's genius and, like him, funny, to the point, and deceptively instructive. Other news in Rachel world: I'm so tired that I can hardly sit up straight. I wrote a ridiculously long unit test because I forgot how to write good tests. Oops. And all three of us ( Sojo , Mic, and me) have colds. Even with that, I've been feeling the best I've felt in ages. Hoping to get some good sleep today because right now I am absolutely worthless.