Ugh ...
Amy found a tick on Samantha's head tonight while washing her hair. Ugh. Disgusting creatures. And of course now we're mildly freaked out about the possibility of Lyme Disease, although in reality it's very unlikely, since even if a tick is infected it generally has to remain attached for 24 hours or more to transmit the bacteria. However, since I already know two people who have contracted Lyme Disease, and since it's the absolute last thing we need on top of everything that Samantha is already dealing with, it would be just our luck for it to happen.
Fortunately the tick came off intact. We have it in an empty spice jar full of alcohol, and Amy's going to take it by either the vet or the pediatrician's office tomorrow to see whether it's of a type we should be concerned about.
On brighter notes, Samantha really does amuse me sometimes. Yesterday we ran into our neighbor John, who is obviously really fond of Sam. He told her that he wanted to put up a flag for the holiday, and since Samantha would able to see if from her window he playfully asked her whether that was okay. She didn't anything for a while, so he said "You're still thinking about it, huh?" to which she replied "Well, I'm not sure. You didn't say what kind of flag, so I'm not sure what it will look like."
Well, it amused me, at least. So did the following little rhyme, which she made up last night when Tucker was being particularly ... uhm ... "aromatic":
Fee, fie, fo, fum
I smell Tucker's stinky bum.
Where does she come up with these things?
Fortunately the tick came off intact. We have it in an empty spice jar full of alcohol, and Amy's going to take it by either the vet or the pediatrician's office tomorrow to see whether it's of a type we should be concerned about.
On brighter notes, Samantha really does amuse me sometimes. Yesterday we ran into our neighbor John, who is obviously really fond of Sam. He told her that he wanted to put up a flag for the holiday, and since Samantha would able to see if from her window he playfully asked her whether that was okay. She didn't anything for a while, so he said "You're still thinking about it, huh?" to which she replied "Well, I'm not sure. You didn't say what kind of flag, so I'm not sure what it will look like."
Well, it amused me, at least. So did the following little rhyme, which she made up last night when Tucker was being particularly ... uhm ... "aromatic":
Fee, fie, fo, fum
I smell Tucker's stinky bum.
Where does she come up with these things?
posted by Matt | 10:00 PM
1 Comments:
Surely am glad you got that little tick, Amy. Good eyesight!
Love to read your little notes on the children. You should have them put into book form. They are precious.
Hi, Sam!
Love you all,
Mom
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