your hair update

Though I would not call the bath tonight a resounding success, it was much better. We prepped her by dancing like mad women and then snuggling to Lullabye. She raced up the stairs and into the bathroom before we could even catch up to her. She was completely fine throughout the disrobing and pj picking out process. At the first mention of the tub she caved in on herself and smushed up against Steve's shoulder. Mommy announced that there was "no hair allowed!" and Caroline even joined in "no hair allow!" We sprayed some "anti hair spray" into the tub (thanks for that suggestion C3s!) and she even let us put in her plugs. As soon as the water started she got increasingly nervous despite hair hiding bubbles (thanks for that one Emily V). We convinced her to put some toys into the tub, but that was where she drew the virtual line. We placed her into the bath upset, crying, clinging for dear life. I stood over her rubbing her back reassuring her that it would be ok, but she would not let me go. So long as I was holding onto her she was ok, so I suggested that I get into the tub too. I have no idea where that came from, but it worked. I sat there on the side of the tub with my feet in the water and as soon as I was "in there" with her she was fine. She even played for a few moments before she suddenly realized she had been duped. It was long enough to get her clean and when it was all over and she was safely in Steve's arms, completely tear free, we high-fived and praised her amazing bravery. "I brave!" The praise continued all through getting dressed and when she ended up back in the powder room for tooth brushing she wanted to peek in the shower for the hair, but only for a second. She seemed satisfied that all was well and I high-fived her again, covering her neck with kisses.

A small victory, but we'll take it.

Here are some photos (Auntie's, Steve's and mine) and a really amazing video of our recent trip to Portland. It was amazing. If you get the chance or a family member moves out there for 3 months - make the time to go.


From Portland


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