Monday, July 23, 2018

Another Gross Milestone.

Apparently, this summer I'm checking horrible things off my parenting bucket list/worst case scenario chart. Stitches? Check! Head lice? CHECK. GROSS. Ellie's been itching her head for a few weeks now - most of the summer really. I've looked at her scalp, mom's looked at her scalp, Eileen has looked at her scalp. Probably a solid dozen times over the past few weeks and seen nothing, until Friday, when mom saw one crawling on her. HORF.

The bad news is that you still have to burn your house to the ground to be sure the lice are gone. Just kidding - it's a lot of vacuuming and running the washing machine (RIP Mom's washer, ugh) and either bagging soft goods or running them through the dryer. The good news is that the most effective way of ending a lice infestation is to clean the scalp of all nits and eggs, and they have salons where you can go and pay a nice lady to scrape your scalp like she's trying to tan a piece of leather. It took her ninety minutes to clean me and the kids - if I'd been trying to do it by myself it would have taken me twice as long to do Adam's head. Then we had to sleep with a bunch of oils on our head to smother anything that might still be lurking, and the kids were so good about having their beds stripped, new quilts put on and being made to sleep on a towel so that they didn't stain their bedding.

We've all been cleaning like crazy people, so hopefully we're good to go. Though, much like stitches, we could easily get lice again, though maybe I'll turn into one of those germaphobes who won't let their kids share hair brushes. Gigi already got Ellie her own hair brush for their house, for when we're brushing out her rats nest after swimming.

Ellie started camp this week - I look forward to her being totally exhausted and happy the next two weeks, spending all day every day with Lexi. She finished up her last stint of diving lessons (for now) and really came a long way in eight lessons!


Meanwhile, Adam has gotten a lot of his own skills this year. Last summer, he'd scream CANNYBALL and then just jump in. Now he knows the name of his jump, AND actually makes himself into a ball.

My baby! Growing right up.

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