Bobo of the Blue Lagoon

Classic "all’s well that ends well story."

Last night, Bobo took, oh, about five hours to be put to sleep. For this reason and that, she just would not go down. And, to make matters worse, she knew she was tired — so she cried and cried and cried. Putting her in the Ergo finally calmed her down enough to feed and fall asleep.

Eleven hours later, you know "noon", the Bachhuber family is waking up for the day. Leah is exhausted because Bobo slept in her arms all night, and I’m two hours late to pick up our rental car. I get that sorted, pick up a scone for Leah, and we’re eventually off for the day’s trip to the Blue Lagoon.

All of the reading Leah did before the trip seemed to imply kids would do just fine in the geothermal pool. I had assumed the waters were 80-90 degrees, and we would have a grand time as a family. As it turns out… the waters were 98-102 degrees, and the official recommendation is no kids under two.

YOVIO (You Only Visit Iceland Once)! It took some serious effort to convince Leah, but I snuck Bobo into the water on my shift. She loved it — and her skin is now as smooth as a baby’s bottom.