I'm calling it progress

A few weeks ago, Grace started going through one of those toddler stages...the FEAR one. Currently I find myself several times a day saying things like: "No, Swiper is not here. He's not going to get you." "God is bigger than the scary man. He's watching over us." We've even re-written the V-tales song to go, "God is bigger than Swiper..." But our biggest road block yet has become bath time. Grace has always reveled in bath time and loved every part of it. We've typically washed her hair by pouring water over her entire head because we didn't want her to be afraid of water. But, suddenly early last week Grace became terrified of the bath. I'm talking, screaming-like-a monster-was-chasing-her scared. We were completely baffled. I read online that sometimes this can happen out of the blue with toddlers. So, the last week we've had lots of sponge baths and sink baths and half-way done hair washings. But, I've decided those half-baths just don't cut it. So, tonight I got in the bath with her. She saw me in the tub and immediately said, "We're not going to get my hair wet, we won't get my nose wet; we're just going to swim." So, that's what we did. It was a lightbulb moment to let me know she really has just hated having water on her face. I was so excited she actually set foot back in the tub that I didn't even care about the hair-washing. We'll get there eventually. My mom says I'm just paying for my raising, because I was scared of EVERYTHING at Grace's age. So, in retrospect, THANKS Mom and Dad for putting up with me! :)