Today Rachel went to the potty NINE times and pooped in her underwear once. Mind you, she did not ask to go to the potty at all, but she didn't really fight us when we told her that it was time to go at home. Ben had to bribe her to get her to use the potty at Target so Rachel is now the proud owner of Baby Cinderella. However, since she waited about 2.5 hours before giving in and going, hmm... I think she has more control than she lets on!
This afternoon we spent some time browsing and playing in Barnes & Noble. Rachel wouldn't use the potty there, but on the way home I was pretty convinced that she had to go, so I kept asking. Sure enough, she said that she did. So we stopped at Borders (another bookstore), promising that she could play with the Backyardigans after she used the potty. Well, wouldn't you know it, she was very successful very quickly! Hehe. Even better, she didn't ask to take the Backyardigans home with her. It wouldn't have worked anyhow. Maybe she knew that.
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Last week was rather eventful. On Thurs. Nov.2, Rachel was diagnosed with scabies. On Nov.1, she woke up with what looked like a bunch of bug (spider?) bites all over her hands. Not wanting to freak out (and quite frankly, not wanting to pay for a doctor's visit - don't even get me started on American health "care"!!), we put a bit of cream on that was supposed to help with bug bites, and we didn't worry too much. The next morning, the bites had turned to reddish blisters and they looked nasty. We got in to see the doctor right away, and received our oh-so-lovely diagnosis.
The treatment? Oh, nothing complicated. Just slather a prescription insecticide cream all over Rachel's body (chin down) at night and leave it on her for 8-12 hours. We used packing tape to tape gloves on her hands. Poor kid. We actually waited until she was asleep and then sneaked in to do the cream. She did wake up but she was so tired that she didn't/couldn't protest much. In the morning, I opened her door to see her sitting up grinning, with the gloves on the floor. I am choosing to believe that she somehow ripped them off when she woke up. I would prefer not to think that she might have sucked insecticide off of her thumb all night.
She's basically all better now. Or so we hope. Since it's a parasitic bug, it was in her system for a month or so before symptoms appeared, or so said the doctor. I washed pretty much everything we own on HOT water, and vacuumed all of the furniture as well as the carpets, so I'm hoping that we are now free of scabies. I guess it's not a very common disease. Out of 120 people on my parenting forum, only 2 of them have kids who have had scabies. Rachel just likes to be different. From her umbilical cord infection at almost 2 weeks to scabies at 2.5, nothing should surprise me anymore.
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We also had a visit from Grandma, Grandpa & Bubbie Faye last week, right during the scabies epidemic. Rachel enjoyed playing with her relatives - who wouldn't love all of the the attention she got?!? Of course, Rachel was thrilled that Bubbie brought her Franklin books. Even better, Franklin taught Rachel a good lesson. In one of the books, Franklin and the Thunderstorm, Franklin starts off afraid of thunder, lightning and storms, but he ends up losing his fear by the end of the story. Today we were talking about how Rachel used to think that public potties were scary places, and now she doesn't really think that anymore. She piped up and said, "It's like the thunderstorm." And people wonder why we're thinking about homeschooling!??!
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Rachel and I have been having some very interesting discussions lately. We've been talking about the Shema* and what it means. We say it in Hebrew, then in English. One night, I was silly enough to follow it up by asking, "How many Gods are there?"
Mom - "How many Gods are there, Rachel?"
R - "One!"
Mom - *thinks to herself that Rachel gets it* *proud parent moment*
R - "And his name is Cantor Rob!!!"
Mom - *smacks head*
The next night:
Mom (who obviously doesn't learn quickly) - "How many Gods are there, Rachel?"
R - "Two!"
Mom - "TWO!?!?!"
R - "First there's Cantor Rob and then there's Rabbi Cohen!"
Mom *thinks she has nothing to lose at this point* - "Well, what about Rabbi Katz?"
R - "Silly Mom! Rabbis aren't cats!"
Mom *smacks head again while Dad collapses in hysterical laughter*
Next night after the Shema:
Mom - "Goodnight, Rachel."
*This is recited by Jews upon waking and before going to sleep. It means "Hear O Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is One."
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