Mike was nicknamed "high speed" Rubin for his constant talent for running on all engines in college. He drove fast, he swam fast, he talked fast, and he functioned on no sleep. The legacy of "high speed" Rubin continues. Rachael was either hopped up on sweet potatoes last night, or she has the legendary energy of her father mixed with the spurts of spazziness from her mother. After crawling around the daycare room all day, she came home and enjoyed crawling in circles around her exersaucer, chasing a ball across the room, and zooming under the coffee table and dining room chairs with ease. She has created her own little obstacle course where ever she goes. If we join her on the floor, she is guaranteed to giggle into hysterics as she crawls away from us. She understands the "fun" of this little game, and I fear it is the beginning of a long stretch of toddler years of her running from us and laughing. It is a good thing that Karin gave us a shiny new monkey backpack style "toddler leash". It will be needed.
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