Fishies in my bathtub

The day is fast approaching when we'll need to bathe Rachel in a grown-up tub instead the baby one we plop her into every night. So with that in mind, Drew got a package of bath stickies to put on the floor of the tub so Rachel won't slip and slide around any more than she has to.

I remembered those stickies from when I was a kid. The ones in our bathtub were flowers and they stayed on FOREVER. I believe they are still there today, long after Mom and Dad moved out of the Whitehall. The more modern ones don't have glue on the back at all; they stick to the tub via suction cups, so they can be removed when Rachel gets older.

Also, I got confirmation last night that Rachel is, in fact, Jewish. She had finished an entire jar of baby food PLUS a cookie (which she gummed to death and smeared all over the high chair tray, the side of her head and her eyelashes) when she began eyeing the piece of potato latke I had placed on her tray an hour earlier. I figured I'd try to get her to eat it one more time...and she did! She chewed it a bit and swallowed it! This, after biting the cookie in half. She's beginning to seem more and more like a little girl instead of a blob who takes in food and then expels it hours later.

She still isn't sleeping through the night, however, and I'm worried she has forgotten how to do so. Drew took her to the doctor today. The prognosis: Her ears are fine (the day care folks said Rachel hasn't been "herself" the last few days and they thought it might be an ear infection), but now the doctor thinks she may be coming down with a sinus infection. When will it end? "When she's in college," isn't a good answer.