Sometimes you have to wing it...

My son hates to have his hair washed. His head is THE MOST sensitive head I've ever heard of or dealt with.

Seriously.

His sister I thought was bad, but this kid...un.real.

Anyway, I am guilty of letting his hair go and go and go between washings because I just hate to hurt him and I hate to hear the complaining. This summer it's been really bad. So, finally I've caved and I'm trying to wash his hair about every other day...protests or not.

Last night I had a fun idea. I told Trey to go get his earplugs in and his swimsuit on and meet me in the front yard. I brought out the shampoo and I washed his hair in the front yard. He loved running from the hose while I rinsed off his hair. It made a usually miserable few minutes a little more tolerable. I think it will be a regular part of our routine until the weather changes.