Exposure Therapy

In one of my more brilliant parenting moments (please note intended sarcasm) I decided to start "exposure therapy" with Dean to treat his deep aversion to grass. I learned about exposure therapy from a reality show - at the time I concocted this whole diagnosis & treatment in my head it sounded COMPLETELY legit and then I said it out loud to my husband. So...we went to a park yesterday that has an enormous grassy prairie-like area. After we played on the swings, tried to eat various found objects and played on the slides we began our therapy. Here's how it went...

{How the heck am I going to get out of this?}

{AH-HA...narrow cement step. Safe!}

{Walking the little cement plank. Up and back}

{Up and back. This process went on probably 8 times.}

{Hmm...Mom's camera bag. If only I could get to it without touching the grass.}

{Placed back into the middle of the grass & immediately headed back to the cement.}

{Grabbin' a drink before we head home}

{Walking along the sidewalk at home}