Bubbles, Bubbles Everywhere

Jeff, Henry, and Miss R went to the grandparents' house for dinner. Miss R was asleep for the first hour. When they got home, Henry told me that they ate macaroni and pizza. Jeff clarified that they were offered macaroni and pizza for dinner, but neither of the kids ate much.

We put them in the bath tub when they got home. A bath was needed. I put bubbles in the bath, and Miss R had a wonderful time making a bubble beard. Henry didn't want the bubbles on his face, but he had fun putting piles of them in Miss R's hair. She didn't mind.

It was a challenging getting them to bed. At one point, Miss R was almost asleep, but then Henry tossed and turned. Once he settled down, she started crying up a storm. She wouldn't respond to questions: Do you want more milk? Do you want your doll? Do you want a diaper change? She got so loud (uncharacteristically so) that I pulled her from the room and plopped her on the couch. We thought that she was perhaps having yet another constipation problem (an ongoing issue with her). She wouldn't let me hold her. She thrashed when I tried. Jeff refilled her bottle of milk. Problem resolved. It is frustrating b/c she doesn't know how to use what language skills that she's learned from us at times. It was as though she went back to square one when she came through our door and didn't know how to express herself at all. Perhaps the CPS visit triggered a temporary regression or something. She seemed fine this morning.

Henry got up before Miss R did, of course. He was delighted that her eyes were open. He bounded back into bed and called out her name several times, looking very happy. She pulled her blanket over her head.

All was fine this morning. I read a book to Henry. Miss R sat next to us, but she doesn't seem to follow books all that well. She likes books with texture, so I encourage her exploring those types of books. We have several. Henry hasn't paid much attention to them in months b/c he likes narratives. Yesterday, I read to her That's Not My Dragon, which is a texture book. When we got to the page with the dragon with the spiky tail (made of the courser side of Velcro), I said, "Spiky! Ouch!" Now, when Miss R touches any of the touch'n'feel objects, she says "Ouch!"...even the That's Not My Kitten's furry tummy. Not quite sure how to deprogram that reaction. She has fun when she says it.