Ladybug, ladybug fly away home
In spite of the happy windbreaker story, it appears that our dear, sweet daughter, M, is still terrified of wind much of the time. If it's just breezy she's mostly okay. The windbreaker helps, and the other day we actually colored with chalk in the driveway while wind rustled the trees. I had to explain that wind doesn't come from the trees, but I'm not sure she got it. Light breezes are okay, but if a gust comes sweeping by, heaven help her. It's so terribly sad to watch your child be tormented by something you have no power to stop. The weather continues to be a tease here, but when it's nice, it's really really nice, and the other three of us are not keen on staying indoors. So, we're continuing our balance between compassion and reality, thinking that she'll outgrow this fear in time, and until then, small exposures will help desensitize her a bit. So, last weekend we made a BIG DEAL of going to get a kite. The girls, especially M, have been aski