Miles gave her every toy he had to give.
And she discovered them each. One by one.
She played well. Usually sharing one toy with someone else before picking up the next.
Miles has a way with her.
I started peeling off her layers to get her ready for a bath. Did I mention she was wearing six thick tops? She had sweated through four of them.
Miles showed her how his army of toys could easily transfer to the tub.
She had on four pairs of pants, and two diapers. Both diapers tied to her waist with a string.
She was terrified (and still is) of the bath. It was obvious she had never been submerged in a tub of water before. Sponge baths only I guess, which explains why she was was so dirty. I think that kind of bathing can only do so much.
She has a beloved bear that came in her bag of things. She stands him up, sits him down, hugs him, and kisses him.
I didn't wash her hair the first night after seeing how traumatic the bath was to her. But thankfully she was still okay with me afterward. And after getting her down to just one pajama top and bottom, it turns out she's on the petite side. She wears 12 month clothes, and every shoe I brought for her falls off her feet.
She's a sweet heart.