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Commitment

Last weekend, Bug spent some quality time with Ninong Louie...without screaming her head off and with a bit of laughter.  I kept referring to it as a "good day".  Well, maybe we're going to have a few more of those because this weekend, Ninong Louie came over and Bug didn't scream at all.  They had some quality time together.  Maybe Bug has conquered her first fear. :)  Check out the goodness that is "Bug and Ninong".
 Again, she loves her accessories.  (By the way, Mommy is a pro at making headbands now! No more spending $5/headband on Etsy.com!  Mom's doing it all herself!)
My daughter's best friend is a rubber ducky.  They are inseparable.  During bath time she's got a death grip on it and after I put her PJ's on, I've got to pry it away from her.
 God forbid you should life her arm up.  She'll scream because when you lift her arm to clean her armpits, she lets the duck go.  That's the problem with the death grip- it won't let you raise her arms.  As a result, sometimes, the pits are not as clean as Mommy would like them to be.  Hey, I pick my battles and some nights, I'll admit, I'm too tired to battle it out because let's face it- Bug has a larger and much more intimidating scream than I do and I just can't hang all the time.
 BFF
 We're not even in the tub anymore and she's still got the death grip.  She is so intense.
 I'm sure Daddy was waiting for awhile to dry her off and get her PJs on and when it happened, a few screams were heard...throughout our apartment complex.
 And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you stay by your best friend's side.  At least you can't say she can't commit.  (Maybe a bit too much commitment.)
Tonight, the hubs and I are going to a concert.  Yes, a date.  Remember, it's good for Bug's separation anxiety so she doesn't get too attached.  (It's also good for us so we can have some adult conversation.) :)  Mama and Papa are babysitting.  Last night, however, they came over to visit and did Bug's entire bedtime routine with her.  So cute.
God Bless,
Kat

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