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Reply turned post: Sleeping in the Gray Area

As you know, we’ve been backandforth some (okay, a TON) over Sadie’s sleep. Well, I am happy to report that things are still going swimmingly. Even in the face of some major teething. Sure, there are nights like Tuesday where she wakes up a few times for a little cuddle and some teething tablets. But more often that not, Sadie goes to bed between 6:15 and 6:45 pm, wakes up to nurse around 5:30, and is up for the day around 6:30. AWESOME.

One of the blogs I follow is API Speaks, which is the blog of Attachment Parenting International. I would consider what Trevor and I are doing, for the most part, to be Attachment Parenting. There was a post recently, however, that I think highlights a need in many parenting styles, and that’s flexibility (something my Aunt Margie would say is NOT my strong suit). I hope you’ll go on over and read the post and that you’ll chime in on the discussion over there, over here, or both.

Here’s my response:

I think there’s a gray area that doesn’t get talked about enough in Attachment Parenting conversations. And that is what to do with your older baby who actually DOES need more sleep than she’s getting. There’s so much talk about how we shouldn’t “sleep train” our babies in order to satisfy our own needs for sleep. And I agree with that. I signed on to parenting and all the nitty-gritty that comes with it. I also agree that infants, especially those who are breastfed (and of those, especially ones with working-out-of-the-home mothers), may need to wake up often to eat throughout the night.

But a 12+-month-old very well may have different needs. A toddler who sleeps no longer than two or three hours at a time has a problem. It’s called sleep deprivation. Think about how hard it is to go about our daily lives on low-quality sleep. Sometimes we’re groggy, we’re grouchy, we’re sloppy. Most of the time, it’s not that big a deal. You can grocery shop on auto-pilot. But what if you’re learning to walk? And what if you’re learning your first language? These are some TOUGH things to learn, and being groggy, grouchy and sloppy HAS to make it harder.

I believe that the intensive nighttime parenting we did for our daughter was the right thing to do. We co-slept when it made sense; we never left her to cry. I believe it laid a strong foundation for her to know that sleep is good and safe, and that her parents are nearby when she needs them. I also believe, however, that the time had come for a change. Sure, I’ll admit the prospect of getting to sleep through the night sounded awesome for myself. It also felt like something my daughter truly needed. More than she needed hourly check-ins with her dad or me.

I’ve been practicing Attachment Parenting in all the ways that it fits my family since before my daughter was born. And it’s a great fit for us. But I think there’s a danger in black-and-white-only thinking: you either go along with your baby’s sleep routine, no matter the consequences; or you leave her to cry for hours at a time causing her to lose her trust in you completely. Again, I completely agree that sleep training is potentially harmful to a newborn or infant. And that eventually, pretty much everybody learns to sleep through the night, one way or another. But why isn’t anybody talking about the in-between?

After recognizing that my daughter’s needs had shifted—from needing to nurse frequently through the night to needing a full night’s sleep—I was able to see that what we’d created was a habit of waking that was no longer healthy for her. I also realized what I already knew—she’s older now and CAN understand the concept of lying herself back down and going to sleep.

You say:

“Baby trainers often state that it is important for an infant learn to pacify itself, but an infant, like stated before, has no way of understanding that they are supposed to comfort themselves. They have no tools to do that. Leaving an infant to himself will in fact do just that; it will teach him to take his emotions and, instead of expressing them, it will teach the infant to internalize all that anger need and fear. The infant will come to an understanding that their wants/needs will not be met and that they must fend for themselves. When this happens in an infant, many people believe that the sleep battle has been won and that the parent has been victorious. What they do not understand is that they may have won the battle but they have lost the war for trust.”

But, again, what about toddlers? Who haven’t “naturally” found their way to getting a healthy night’s sleep? I honestly believe that an AP-raised toddler is capable of putting herself to sleep—and staying asleep. And I do believe that for some, like my daughter, the presence of a parent throughout the night can become an interference. A hindrance to learning to sleep well.

Why does it have to be all battles and wars? I’m not saying what we did would work for anybody else, but it is disheartening to now feel like we’re not “AP” enough because we decided that our daughter was old enough to put herself to sleep with a minimal (no more than five minutes) amount of (non-distressed) crying. We tried it. It worked. And I am 100 percent confident that my daughter gets the sleep she needs to fuel her days of learning and growing and that she continues to trust in her parents.

I guess what I’m saying is, there’s a gray area, and we’re sleeping in it.

And here’s what I added a few minutes later:

Oh, and what I left out (can you believe it?) is this: had we not been willing to put our AP-ness aside and given our daughter five minutes to figure out how to put herself to sleep, who knows how much longer she’d have gone without getting a healthy amount of sleep?

Knowing is half the battle.

The trouble is, we’re not even winning this half. For those of you who are not parents, let me go on the record saying that making decisions that affect your child can be really, really tough. Sometimes you think you’ve made up your mind only to find that you’re not as resolved as you thought. Yes, I am STILL hung up on Sadie’s sleep.

Monday night was awesome. If your name was Brooke or you had fur. For Sadie and Trevor, it meant waking up about every hour. After I got so mad at Trevor for interrupting what I had (at the last minute) decided was THE PLAN for teaching Sadie to fall asleep on her own, he turned around and gave me my first full night’s sleep in over a year. Not too shabby. Now, before you go all Poor Trevor on me, he reported that several of the times Sadie woke up, he was able to get her back to sleep before she even stood up in the crib (which makes me think she wasn’t fully awake to begin with, but who knows).

If you haven’t picked up on this yet, I am a serious research junkie. And this has created some problems as a new parent. One minute I’m all, let’s do this sleep coaching method. Then I’m saying, maybe crying isn’t the worst thing ever. Then I get a full night’s rest and go back to my trusty Dr. Sears and think maybe Trevor’s right… maybe if he just works with her on getting through the night without nursing, her stretches of sleep will get longer. Because what if I’ve been focusing on the wrong thing altogether? What if, because of my increasingly desperate sleep deprivation, I’m stressing about getting Sadie to fall asleep on her own, when maybe she’s just not ready for it. What if what actually needs to change is how frequently she’s waking up in the first place.

Here’s the good news: even with the not-so-awesome nights, Sadie is still thriving. She is happy, she is fun, she is growing and doing all sorts of cool things. So my major stress is not that Sadie’s not getting what she needs. My major stress is that I am not, and that I’m starting to burn out. There, I said it.

I can haz crunchee granola barz?

In reading and in talking to other moms, I suspect a major cause of Sadie’s night waking is the habit of waking up and nursing all the time. I absolutely wouldn’t undo all of the night nursing she and I did, but I do believe, at her age, it’s a habit and not a need. She eats plenty of solid food during the day, she still nurses on demand when we’re together, and she still gets pumped breastmilk in a cup. I’ve been halfway night weaning Sadie for about a week now, and it’s pretty much happened without effort. For several nights I limited her nursing to before 11:00pm and after 6:00am. Monday night she didn’t nurse after her 7:00 bedtime session. Yes, she has definitely continued to wake up A TON those nights, but she’s not demanding to be fed by any means. She has been settled back to sleep relatively easily.

So here’s where we are now: I do Sadie’s post-dinner getting ready for bed routine. Trevor does bedtime story and puts her to sleep. Trevor sleeps in her room with her and gets up to settle her back to sleep throughout the night. Brooke sleeps soundly in her bed, catching up on a year’s missed sleep (if only that were actually possible). The hope is this: as Sadie realizes that nursing isn’t part of the nighttime equation, she will gradually begin to wake up less frequently, allowing Trevor to move back into our bed.

Honestly, I can’t believe he’s signed up for this. Don’t get me wrong, it’s AWESOME. Let’s just hope it lasts and that it works.

Anybody have any thoughts or suggestions? Success or horror stories? Am I the only mom to flip-flop on decisions like this on a daily (or hourly) basis? Parents of fariy-tale babies who have always slept perfectly need not apply :).

This is what happens, Larry.

So it turns out I’m not always an effective communicator. This is a big problem when you are trying to raise a child with someone else.

Take last night, for example. I’d come to the conclusion that Sadie was ready to learn to fall asleep on her own. I’ve looked into some “sleep coaching” strategies, and I thought giving the Sleep Lady Shuffle a go would be a good plan (admittedly, this was my plan B until about 5:00 this evening). Sadie is night weaned for the most part, only nursing at bedtime and in the morning. Her receptive vocabulary is wide enough that she understands simple requests, like “put your head down.” And she’s had a small handful of instances where she has gone back to sleep on her own. At first. I wasn’t so sure about the Sleep Shuffle, but upon further consideration, I think that it is still in line with the parenting we’ve beenn providing Sadie. Yes, she would likely cry some. But, no, she would never cry alone. I would continue to be responsive to her throughout the night, just in a way that encourages her to learn to put and keep herself to sleep.

Okay, so last night. I talked to Trevor about what I was thinking. I explained the two scenarios. An added bonus was that the Sleep Shuffle was a one-man gig, so he was of the hook for a while (he’s definitely been pulling his weight in terms of nighttime parenting lately). I asked Trevor for his input, but he said he didn’t have any.

So we did Sadie’s bedtime routine, and Trevor left me to it. Sadie was doing better than I thought she would. She stood up a lot and fussed some, but she would lie back down when I would pat the mattress. She had just started to actually cry, and I was hugging on her to calm her down, when Trevor came in and insisted he take over. Effectively negating all of the time I had just spent in there with her. Turns out, Trevor did have some input. Frustration on my end. Trevor did get her to sleep quickly, but what she learned in the process was that Momma can’t do bedtime, and if she waits/fusses/cries long enough, Daddy will come take over. Not exactly what I was aiming for.

Lesson learned: be much more specific with Trevor with any plans involving changes to Sadie’s routine. Talk about a communication breakdown!

So here’s a cute picture of Sadie to counteract all the negativity of this post. Sadie had a lot of fun playing with her cousins on Sunday.

Mooving on from breastmilk?

I’ve mentioned before that feeding Sadie is a heavy responsibility. And I’ve done a lot of it by following my own instincts, as well as trusting Sadie to follow hers. I think, for the most part, Sadie eats a healthy, well-balanced solid diet. As she gets closer and closer to her first birthday (less than two weeks–what the?), my milk supply is getting lower and lower, at least in terms of what I can get when I pump. I suppose this isn’t totally unexpected, but until recently I had been mostly planning on continuing to send Sadie to daycare with expressed breastmilk to drink, even after she turns 1. I hadn’t given much thought about Sadie switching to cow’s milk at that age, other than it costs money, while breastmilk is free; I drink skim milk, and so we’d have to start keeping two kinds of milk around; and I’m still sort of clinging to the making-breastmilk-keeps-the-fat-off effects of lactating (though I’m seeing a pretty significant decrease there, too!).

But when I realized this weekend that I only had three bags of frozen milk to fill in the gaps when I don’t pump enough, I was hit in the gut with repulsion at the thought of Sadie drinking the milk of another animal. Now, don’t get me wrong. I LOVE milk. I drink it at least once a day, and I can frequently be heard saying, “I’m thirsty for milk,” while eating a variety of foods (pizza, spaghetti, ice cream, tacos). Although I’m not super crazy about commercial dairy operations, I do purchase organic milk that at least claims to be sourced from small farms, and I don’t have any inherent repulsion at the thought of people drinking cow (or goat or sheep) milk. Heck, I’ve even milked a goat, home-pasteurized the milk, and had a warm glass (don’t like it once it’s chilled). And it’s not like Sadie hasn’t been enjoying dairy products. She loves yogurt, and just this past Sunday we learned that she has quite the taste for expensive, strong cheese (thank you, Kroger Sunday samples). But I’m somehow really turned off when I think about Sadie actually drinking milk.

One of my sisters is The Queen of Pumping (and I do mean this in the most loving, impressed way), and she does not have the “and when she got there, the cupboards were bare” problem where frozen milk is concerned. In discussing my supply change and hesitancy to send Sadie off to daycare with a sippy cup of cow’s milk, she kindly offered to pass along some of her frozen supply. I’m not sure about the rest of our family, but I think I’m correct in saying that she and I, at least, view breastmilk as liquid gold. So this is a testament of love, in my eyes. And I will likely take her up on it, at least for a while. Because, although her breastmilk is not the same as mine, the thought of Sadie drinking her milk doesn’t wig me out like Sadie drinking cow’s (or goat’s or sheep’s) milk.

The thing is, though, this isn’t a sustainable solution. There are certainly limits to how much she can give me. Yes, she has much to give (I’d love to tell you how much, but I want to respect her privacy here, or at least what’s left now that I’ve named her The Queen of Pumping). But she has her own baby who will one day nurse less and less, like Sadie has. And although she may not have the same hesitations about cow’s milk that I seem to be having, I know she’d like her baby to be able to drink breastmilk as long as is reasonable.

So where does that leave me? Of course, I’ve “googled it,” but there is SO MUCH conflicting information. Soy milk? Rice milk? Oat milk? Almond milk? Concerns: providing Sadie with enough calcium, vitamins, protein and fat. Curiosities: If Sadie continues to nurse past one year (which I believe she’ll still do, primarily at night), and her solid food diet is diverse and healthy, would she be alright without any of these “substitutes”? Could I send her to daycare with sippy cups of water? Are there special baby nutritionists?

I suspect I’ll get over myself and this milk issue before too long. I mean, I LOVE milk. So who am I to deny Sadie one of my all-time favorite beverages? But this is what’s rattling around in my head these past few days. Envious, aren’t you?

Feeding Sadie with love and respect

This post is part of the 2010 API Principles of Parenting blog carnival, a series of monthly parenting blog carnivals, hosted by API Speaks. Learn more about attachment parenting by visiting the API website.

Trevor and I made the decision to practice Attachment Parenting before Sadie was even born. The principles made total sense to us, and since Sadie’s birth we have found that they have come quite naturally. I love how the principles will continue to follow our parenting journey after Sadie’s infancy is well over. So many parenting methods, it seems, only cover certain stages of a child’s growth. Sure, our tactics will change as Sadie develops, but the principles of Attachment Parenting will be woven in along the way.

Following the principle, Feeding with Love and Respect, has been pretty straightforward so far. I first typed “easy,” but then I remembered it took us 12 weeks (!) to get into the swing of breastfeeding, so I had to retract that statement. We started Sadie on solids a little earlier than we’d originally planned, but I believe she was developmentally ready, so I don’t sweat it too much. There are a few things we’ve done that I suspect we will do differently if there’s a Spawn II (oh, and I’m clearly not a doctor, so don’t go thinking this is me giving you medical advice–do your own research).

  • I wish we would have skipped the rice cereal. It was not great on her tummy, and there’s really no good reason it’s the “traditional” first food in the U.S.
  • I discovered “baby led weaning” a little late in the game. Unless 2.0 is dramatically different from Sadie, we will probably skip spoon-feeding altogether.
  • We were WAY paranoid about food allergies, and I don’t think we had much of a good reason to be. We were planning on waiting until Sadie was a whole year old before giving her: dairy, wheat, sugar, corn, fish, tomatoes, citrus, berries and probably a whole bunch of other things that she’s not going to be allergic to. Of course, you never know about an allergy until you know. But neither Trevor nor I have a single food allergy. And our parents and siblings don’t have food allergies, either. I think we’ll be much more adventuresome from the start if there’s a next time.

My biggest challenge now is that I’ve become a little paranoid about pesticides and the like on produce. I think this is a much more reasonable worry for me to have than allergies. And, at least in Little Rock, organic produce is not so cheap. I believe, though, that food is an investment in health and that the prices we’ve been paying for food are artificially low anyway, so I’m sucking it up. One way to hone-in on how to prioritize what to shell out for organic over conventional is to find a list of the foods that are most heavily contaminated. The foods that Sadie currently eats that I’m now making a concerted effort to buy organically are pears, apples, strawberries and grapes (imported).

As Sadie grows, I see some additional challenges on the horizon.

  • Modeling healthy eating habits. This shouldn’t be as hard as it is, but Girl Scout Cookies are SO GOOD. I’m not saying that I never want Sadie to have a sweet treat. But I will say that I would never want her to indulge herself in them as much as I have allowed myself to. At least not until she is old enough to truly understand the ramifications (which I somehow continue to ignore). I’ve already found myself going into another room to eat a cookie, because she’s now old enough to want whatever I have. So, I need to make a commitment to not eating foods I wouldn’t want Sadie to eat, rather than just hiding it from her. Another worry I have is her ability to make wise food choices when around other people who do not. Has anybody successfully done this?
  • In my family, food–namely dessert–is used extensively as a reward. I do it with myself (though I find I “reward” myself more often than not, even if I didn’t “earn” it), and I don’t actually like the way it makes me feel. So that’s something else I want to change before Sadie can notice what’s going on. I often hear my siblings telling their children that they can’t have dessert unless they take a certain number of bites of their dinner. Or that they’ll lose dessert if they don’t behave. I’m not saying it doesn’t work for them, or that it’s going to cause problems down the road. But I don’t want to do that with Sadie. Theoretically, I’d like dessert to be a rare occurrence. And something that we have just because. Not something Sadie earns or feels entitled to. Just a treat, without so much value. I don’t want her to feel like vegetables are something she has to “get through” in order to have dessert. That’s not how it is in The Real World, and isn’t that what I’m preparing her for? Anybody have thoughts on ways to do this?
  • Sort of tied to the two above, I think a big part of the strategy will be to do a much better job at limiting what comes in our door. To only have healthy options in our home. I like Sadie to have choices, and if there’s only good food there for her to choose, she’ll have to choose something good. The challenge will be when we’re not at home. I don’t feel like the occasional treat will hurt her, but I also don’t want to feel like I have to limit her time with other people because she want’s what they’re having, and what they’re having is unhealthy. I think part of this issue, too, is that a lot of times we eat foods or drink drinks that “aren’t that bad” for us (that’s often how I currently rationalize my own food choices). Sure, pretzels aren’t that bad for me. They’re certainly a better substitute for potato chips. But they aren’t good for me. They’re not a good substitute for a whole food, like a fruit or a vegetable. I’m not trying to be on some sort of unrealistic high-horse, saying I’ll always eat celery instead of pretzels. But I think it’s important that I try to change how I view foods so I can model healthy eating habits and offer healthy choices. I know some might say that I’ve “turned out fine” despite lots of Ben & Jerry’s and french fries. But I’ve got a pretty messed up body image. And I don’t want that for Sadie at all.

This parenting gig sure comes with a lot of responsibilities!

Musical beds

This is the kind of fun you have the day after your baby sleeps SIX HOURS IN A ROW!

It’s what I would call a shabooyah kind of day. Trevor would call it a boomshakalaka moment.

How sad is it that we celebrate six hours of uninterrupted sleep for Sadie? Pretty sad. But it was so awesome! Granted, we were only asleep for the second three hours of it, and the rest of the night wasn’t quite as awesome, but it wasn’t too hard at all. Especially for Trevor. Who Slept Through The Night. On the couch.

No, I’ve not been making him sleep on the couch. He’s been choosing to do so. And I’ve actually been sleeping most of my nights in Sadie’s twin bed (that is, her bed for when she’s a Big Girl). We’ve been doing this musical beds thing for a couple of weeks now, I think. There was one night that I was ready to go to bed, and I lamented that Sadie would probably wake up just 20 minutes after I got in bed… just in time for me to be right about asleep (Sadie’s crib is in our bedroom). And Trevor was brilliant and suggested I try to sleep in the other room, and he would start out the night on the couch. Sadie slept an additional two hours after that. We haven’t quite figured out exactly what the best method is, but we have learned a few things along the way.

  1. Co-sleeping is not for Trevor. He has been in a MUCH better, more willingly helpful mood when I have needed him to take over if Sadie is being particularly difficult in the middle of the night. Friday night he even took the initiative to get up with Sadie at the outset, rather than being the “pinch hitter,” as usual–I slept four hours in a row! Well, I actually woke up each time he got up with her, but the simple fact that I got to stay in bed was marvelous. Turns out, it’s having Sadie wrestling around in the bed for 30 minutes before I decide I can’t get her to sleep that had Trevor getting irritable.
  2. Sadie definitely sleeps better–at least for the first part of the night–alone in the room. She and I usually end up back in bed together at some point, mostly because I get too sleepy to stay awake long enough to put her back in the crib.
  3. I also think Sadie sleeps better with the pets out of the room. We’ve been keeping the door closed even when it’s both Sadie and me in the bedroom, and I think the absence of the animals’ miscellaneous noises has made a difference. If Willow could read, this would be where I’d drop the big hint about her head-shaking-ears-flapping noise that I could have SWORN was silent until after Sadie was born.

So! With these lessons learned, I think there are some more changes up ahead. Hopefully they won’t be too disruptive, but we can always change things back if they don’t work out. I’d really like Trevor and me going to sleep (and staying) in the same bed again. I don’t like that he’s on the couch. Sadie’s bedroom is still too cold at night, but I think once the nights get a little warmer, we’re going to move Sadie’s crib into her bedroom. That way Trevor and I have our bed back to ourselves. And the pets can be in our bedroom. And if Sadie does need a little co-sleeping, she and I can always finish the night in the bed in her bedroom (just don’t call the co-sleeping police on us).

So here’s to many more long stretches of sleep ahead! Geeze, I hope so.

What’s wrong with this picture?

I’m sorry if it seems like this blog has taken a turn for the dismal. I promise, there’ll be more cheery posts and pictures of Sadie in the near future. It’s just that I’m in a bit of a funk lately. Sadie’s sleep had gotten pretty nice–she was giving us a solid 4 (sometimes 5 or even 6) hour stretch and only waking up to nurse twice before morning (usually waking up a third time in between those two, but being easily settled without nursing). Then, we had a couple of really rough nights. I think it’s a gas issue, but I don’t really know how to tell for sure. The past few nights we’ve given her gripe water at her “bedtime” nursing, and it’s helped some. But she’s back to waking up three times a night–effectively every two hours–wanting to nurse. Part of me wonders if she’s waking up more because she’s in the bassinet, but it actually seems like she falls back to sleep more easily in the bassinet than she does in our bed, which is why I’ve been putting her in there after nursing her. Well, that, and I also sleep a bit better without her in bed (there, I said it).

Her naps during the day are getting out of whack, too. It seems like she has a hard time sleeping longer than 45 minutes at a time (we’re going on 58 minutes now, and I’m probably pushing my luck). Just last week, though, she could almost always be counted on to go down for two two-hour naps a day. I think this might have to do with change, too. She’s getting close to being too big for the bassinet, so I’ve been putting her down for naps in the crib during the day. That way, when she really can’t sleep in the bassinet at night, it won’t freak her out to be put down in the crib at night. Not sure if it’ll work, but it makes sense to me.

I really wanted co-sleeping to work out for us. I never would have thought that I’d be the problem. I figured it would be Trevor, because of being nervous with her there or something. I’m a much pickier sleeper than I knew, and I can’t seem to find a comfortable position to sleep in with Sadie in the bed. I think it might be different if we had a bigger bed, but our bedroom simply isn’t big enough for a bigger bed. When we do co-sleep, I seem to get such poor sleep that I get absurdly frustrated when she wakes up to nurse.

The other thing I’m struggling with is the nursing itself. I sooo wanted to looove breastfeeding. It’s not that I hate it, and I’m DEFINITELY sticking with it, it’s just that it’s STILL not the blissfully pleasant experience I expected it to be. Of course, I was mentally prepared for their to be rough times, but I figured things would get nicer as we got better at it. Sadly, that doesn’t seem to be the case. Maybe we don’t have the latching thing down as well as I think we do. Maybe it’s because of her tongue-tie (though I took her to a doctor about it yesterday and was told it’s not bad enough to clip it presently). Maybe it’s the forceful let-down. All I know is that there is generally frustration on both ends of the deal, and that makes me so sad. As in lump in throat, tearing up right now. And it doesn’t help that she’s lately been nursing what seems like all the freaking time. Maybe my supply is decreasing (though I can’t imagine why it would), so she’s not getting enough at each feeding, so she has to feed more frequently. I don’t really know how to tell…

These are just the two things I’d really counted on being some of my favorite parts of mothering her. It’s so disappointing to have it be otherwise. To keep this post from being utterly dismal, some of my favorite parts are: how alert Sadie is, how engaged she is, how much she’s “talking” to us, how delighted she is at things, bath time, and carrying her in the sling.

In other news, I received my official letter stating that I am now a Licensed Master Social Worker. Pretty exciting stuff. And I’m doing my best to find a job. Do you know of any? In case I haven’t already told you this, I’m looking for a part-time job that will pay enough for me to stay home some with Sadie. I’d take a social work job, I’d take a writing gig, I’d really do just about anything. There are some jobs I’m applying for, but I’ve never ever gotten a job without having some sort of inside connection (even a summer job at American Eagle).

And here are some random pictures of our furry companions, to brighten my mood:

It actually looked like a kitty crime scene when I walked into Sadie's room.
It actually looked like a kitty crime scene when I walked into Sadie's room.

Willow with her hilarious summer cut.  She looks like a bat-lamb.
Willow with her hilarious summer cut. She looks like a bat-lamb.

Nari after being Furminated.  And she's STILL shedding a ton!
Nari after being Furminated. And she's STILL shedding a ton!