Raspberries

We've been giving Rachel raspberries on her tummy longer than I'm sure she remembers. You know, there she sits, minding her own business, when all of a sudden out of nowhere her shirt gets lifted up, a pair of lips plant themselves on her tummy, and a loud, wet spray emanates all over her.

Well, it was Rachel's turn the other night. I was lying on the floor one evening, just playing around, when Rachel crawled over to me, pulled herself up to a standing position and drove her face into my tummy. "Rarrrawwwr!" she said, as she rubbed her face back and forth on my belly. She same up for air, then "Rarrawwrr!" again. This went on for 10 minutes at least -- I was laughing so hard, I think all it did was encourage her. Mom joined in on the fun, too, and both Daddy and Rachel their fair share.