Going At It All Wrong

Okay, I am seriously signing myself up for little kid therapy. Talk therapy has nothing on kiddie "Theraplay".

Yesterday was Ana's first real appointment where the therapist worked with her. We mostly watch the first few times, gradually joining in until the point where we take over.

The therapist rubbed lotion on her hands and feet, hand fed her a juice box and little cookies, sang cutsie songs to her, and played peek-a-boo.

If that was all it took for me, imagine the places I could go! Afraid of roaches and small spaces - no longer! Calm passenger in any car driven by my husband - check! Hung up on getting things just right - what-evuh, I'm Mrs. Chillaxin!

Scott, hurry home - tonight you're playing Patty Cake and feeding me bon-bons. I can feel the healing already!!