Oh naptime! Wherefore art thou, naptime?

Getting Rachel to sleep the last few days has been an adventure. Although that word implies some sort of enjoyment. So it is not really accurate. With Rachel staying up an hour or two past bedtime, coming to the door for something or other every 10-15 minutes, then crying in agony when we either held the door shut from the outside, or put the dreaded "white thing" on her doorknob (the childproof doorknob cover) so she stops coming out of her room, it hasn't exactly been fun at bedtime lately.
And naps just don't happen at all. Maybe twice in the last week has Rachel taken a nap--that's after trying everything to get her to stay laying down in her bed for 10 minutes (which is all it takes for her to fall asleep if she stays laying down for the full 10 minutes), including laying next to her, laying on the ground outside her door, peeking through the little crack and telling her to get back in bed as soon as I see her feet touch the floor, and rocking her. So, in keeping with some sage advice (If you want to be happy, just lower your expectations.) I've given up hoping for a nap and just let Rachel stay in her room having "quiet time" for an hour or so. Yesterday after un-naptime I came in to find this:
Rachel does this with EVERYTHING she owns now. She lined up all her blankets in a line last night. She lines up her stuffed animals. And apparently now, her books and little ponies, too. Her imagination is exploding, too. Yesterday I heard this conversation she was having with her little ponies as she was covering them all with blankets to put them to sleep: "Stay in bed, now. Or you'll have to stay in bed all the time. So, stay in bed and not knock on the door!" Apparently she thinks we try to make her stay in bed all the time. Then: "You're so sweet! Oh! You're so sweet." *kiss* *kiss* So funny!
At least we know she hears us through her screams at night when we tell her to stay in bed and not knock on the door anymore. :) Monday we tried a few things at bedtime in the hopes of making it less painful for all of us. We talked about how to take care of our bodies at FHE and about how sleeping is important, then we made a traffic light with one red stop light, and 3 green lights, so she has to give us one green light every time she knocks on/opens the door at night, then after the 3 are gone she can't open the door anymore. And if she doesn't use all 3 she gets a treat in the morning. Monday night was heaven. She knocked once just to give me a green light, then went to sleep without any fighting. Last night Jacob said wasn't as easy (I had mutual, so wasn't home). He said she knocked 3 times just to give him the green lights, then knocked some more until he threatened putting on the "white thing." We'll see how it goes from here on out. Hopefully bedtime gets a little better...

One other random Rachel story real quick: Back in December the Beehives were in charge of an activity and my beehive advisor was going to bring the milk for refreshments, but she found out she wouldn't be able to make it and called to let me know and to see if she could drop off the milk at my house. When I got off the phone Rachel asked who it was and I told her it was Sister Harlow. A few minutes later she dropped off the milk.
For weeks after that almost every time I got off the phone Rachel would say, "That was Sister Harlow." That was two months ago.
Yesterday I got off the phone and Rachel asked, "Who was that?" I told her, "Sister Harlow." She replied, "Is she going to got some milk?" So she can remember what happened 2 months ago, but she can't remember when I tell her to go get her shoes and bring them to me. Right.