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Eating Crow (Pie)

All that I posted about potty training advances has literally gone down the t#ilet. I am eating crow pie. 

There was nothing perceptible till now in the bug world that particularly upset Figzy. Well, we have discovered that cockr.oaches are absolute terror. They could be just scurrying around and my daughter would scream and climb up on me, and does not get down.

It has turned warmer over the days, and we have a roach park opening soon in both the bathrooms. And last week, she was in the bathroom when she saw one of the roaches, and since then she absolutely refuses to go use the loo. 

No amount of persuasion or coaxing is making her budge. My bug spray has already done the round, and there are hardly any more to be seen, but she still refuses to go. I tell her that they are harmless or that I have already taken care of them, and that "See, mama is brave and you have to be brave too".

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Figlia woke up in dark-outside hours today morning, babbling. I felt her, and realized she was running a temperature (plus was coughing). 

She did not sleep at all after that. In the darkness, she continued to talk. And though I actually got up much later from the bed, I remember responding, and being made to respond constantly.

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  1. areyoukiddingme1 April 2014 at 22:33

    Can't blame her on the roach front - they freak me out too! And then there's the satisfying crunch when I step on them. Perhaps you could teach her to smash them?

    Poor Figzy - hope she's feeling better.

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  2. battynurse3 April 2014 at 09:15

    I'm kinda with her on the roach thing too. Except I can't smash them either.

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