laughing

This morning Rachel climbed out of bed as soon as I walked in the door. "What are you doing?" and "I don't want to." were her sentences for the morning. She had no difficulties getting ready today. She didn't hurry, but she didn't need to be reminded what to do.

Yesterday after school she spent her time in her room with books. That seems to be all she wants to do lately. She kept laughing, which was nice. I asked her what was funny, but she wasn't interested in interacting with me at all. Sometimes her laughter is just awesome, fun, girlie laughter. Sometimes you can't hardly tell if she's laughing or crying unless you look at her. Sometimes it's kind of like the soundtrack to a creepy Alfred Hitchcock movie. She kind of hit all of those yesterday. I never did even figure out what she was laughing at. I went in to check on her at one point and she was standing and staring out the window. I asked her what she was looking at and she said "balloons." It was dark outside and we could see Christmas lights, so I thought maybe that was what she was referring to, but then she said "and cake." I personally couldn't see balloons and cake outside, but since they made her happy, I'm glad she could.

We went to another drama night at the high school last night. Her brother was in a short piece, so we went to cheer him on. She laughed a lot. Every time somebody laughed, she laughed as well. I'm not sure she got the humor, and I'm also not sure she was really watching, but she did laugh. I choose to see the bright side. She seemed to be in fairly good spirits when I tucked her in bed, but wasn't interested in talking. But she smiled. That's good enough for me.