Thursday, August 8, 2013

Drawn In Thursdays #71

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A true story from last week.

August 7, 2013 ~ Lice

Billy doesn't have lice (we hope). But someone in his class does. They never say which kid, which in a way is good, but I feel like I need to be even more concerned and vigilant if it's a friend. Billy tells me it's his best friend from school. Crap.

Not that I can fully trust what he says, he is only two after all.

But I'm going to assume he's right and go from there.

I honestly don't remember having lice, if I ever did. I have always had long hair- longer when I was a kid. I haven't asked Grandma yet, but I'm guessing I never had lice. I know it's common and not a big deal except as a contagion and annoyance, but I have no experience with these little suckers.

Chiggers? Ticks? Mosquitoes? Malaria-carrying mosquitoes? Yes, I have experience with all of those (no, I haven't had malaria but I can tell you horror stories about the preventative medication).

Now lice.

So the first thing I did was send Daddy off to the store to buy chemicals. And then I washed all of the sheets. I checked Billy's hair, but just wasn't sure.

When Daddy came home with the kit I went through Billy's hair with the fine-toothed comb. Not really seeing anything. Phew! But, I just feel like they are lurking. And I itch just thinking about it.

So, I went to my Mommy resources for help. I olive oiled Billy's hair per recommendation and sent him off to bed that way. Fingers crossed that those little suckers really do hate olive oil.

Monday, August 5, 2013

August 8, 2013 ~ How 'Bout Dem Os?

Saturday was a rainy day, so we spent it extra quiet at home in prep for Sunday.

I've been teaching Billy about baseball. All week. Because I got ticket to the Orioles game.

We sang the song over and over. (You know the one- the 7th Inning Stretch song... "Take Me Out to the Ballgame.) He likes the singing part.

We talked about the colors that the Orioles wear. Orange, of course.

We reviewed how the game works. Three strikes and you're out!

Then he asked if he got to play baseball WITH the Orioles. Sorry, no. He was very disappointed. What was the point in going, if he didn't get to play too?

Sunday morning he wanted to wear his Ravens shirt. "But, Mommy. I like the Ravens. I want to wear purple. Not orange. Ravens, Mommy. RAVENS." Hmm. Apparently, winning the Superbowl seems to have stuck with him. Well, yay- but football season doesn't start for another two weeks, so...

I made him wear orange. I wore orange. Daddy... he doesn't do that 'dress for the game' thing and wore red and white. Ok, Nationals fan. We get it. At least he didn't wear his Nationals hat.

So, then we went to the game. At naptime. (Now, I know what you're thinking. Are you crazy? The game is during naptime? He's two!)

We started out with Daddy going to get treats. He was gone for a whole inning and came back with sugar, sugar, some more sugar, and Old Bay fries. Okay, well, at least for the fries. Billy ate all of the sugar and then bounced off of the walls.

Billy then decided that he knew how to play baseball and wanted to go play with the men out on the field. Um, maybe in a few years. When you're a baseball pro or something.

He'd had enough sugar that I had to restrain him from trying to run off and into the stadium of people to track down Daddy, who'd gone for more treats.

So I made him promise to behave in order to get ice cream. "Okay, Mommy."

We made it to the 7th Inning Stretch for the singing. He was so excited about that part and got up to dance.

Then, having (sort of) behaved and the game probably going to the other team, we opted to head out. We did lose (oh well) but we beat the traffic.

Billy got his ice cream and then skipped the whole way out of the park.