After a wonderful trip to Missouri to see family, I got on the computer to upload pictures only to realize that I didn't take a single one with my camera. Oops!Pictures of Rosalind traipsing around with her Aunt Kathryn or dolled up with her three cousins will have to be left to the imagination.
Newlywed friends hosted us for a delightful lunch on Friday and then we headed back home.
Chick-Fil-A presented itself at the perfect time. We ordered chicken fingers, ate them and an hour and a half later pulled out of the parking lot exhausted. What took so long?
The play place of course.
Fear is a funny thing. It's so random. We tremble at safe things and are brave in the face of actual danger.
I brought Rosalind into the play area. An hour later she came down the slide. The first time. Each step towards the slide brought her closer to the big scary slide. Joshua stood and coached her. At one point, the other kids (all boys) crowded around her. They tried to "rescue" this poor little girl in distress and convince her to be brave. "Look. Watch me. It's not scary." It didn't work.
At long last, Joshua climbed through the kid's hoops and helped her down.
She may be terrified of slides, but get her on a swing and she begs to go higher and higher and higher.
