Spa Day

The boys were having one-on-one today, and the girls were staying home.

"What should we do Riley?" I asked.

With twinkling eyes she looked at me, then whispered in my ear, "Can we go to a spa?" She'd never before made such a request.

"Well, Love. It's Sunday. Spas aren't going to be open today, but we could play spa here. Would that be okay?"

She grinned.

So, off to Whole Foods for an avocado, some rose petal laden sea salts and mud bath supplies.

Riley mashed the avocado with the mortar and pestle we use for supplements, while I got things ready.

First, we deep conditioned our hair, then put plastic bags on the tops of our heads to trap in our natural body heat thus locking in the conditioner. While our hair cooked, we did our avocado/coconut oil facials. She wanted this so badly, and let me do it, though she flinched every time I touched her face with the goo. The sensory stuff is still there, but she is able to deal with it. Used to be, she'd run screaming if someone had so much as a crumb on their chin at dinner.

Once the goo was on, I massaged her face lightly with my fingertips and audibly let out my own breath, which prompts her to let out hers. Soothing meditative music played in the background.

She insisted on cucumbers for the eyes. Of course! What kind of lame salon would this be without them?

After avocados and cucumbers, it was time for a mud bath.

Mud all over her body and face, and she loved it! We let the mud dry, and then put her in a bubble bath with rose petal sea salts. Oh how the mud just lifted right off of her.

A quick shower and it was onto manis and pedis. She opted for solid green toes and multi colored fingers.

She picked my color and did my nails, practicing for the day she'll be able to do her own.

The boys are home now. They played mini-golf and went to a park.

HT is transfixed by my beauty. Maybe it's the smell of my deeply conditioned hair. Perhaps it's my neon green fingernails. Maybe I'm glowing from all the avocado and mud. He can hardly keep his hands off of me.

We won't tell him how I got this way. It'll be our little secret.

A lady likes to leave some mystery.