"We regret to inform you that we have had a lice exposure."
I reread the email and thought, "No fucking way."
The girls were not infected, at least not yet, but if the little nits take hold, I have a hard road ahead of me.
I think an army of animals could live beneath her curls. I checked her scalp to the best of my ability (holding fistfuls in each hand, trying to keep her still) and I washed today's outfits and jackets, but now we wait.
Jocelyn: A tree skirt? Is the tree going to dance?
We attended the Jack London Square tree lighting ceremony on Friday night. They have a whole assortment of events and entertainment, but we knew that the girls wouldn’t last two hours down there. We picked the girls up from school and we out to dinner, which is becoming one of Jocelyn's favorite things to do (Aja likes it only when there's food directly in front of her). We arrived at the ceremony just before the tree was lit. I think Jocelyn was most excited about the fake snow that spat out over the crowd, but her eyes got wide as we counted down, and went from this:
At home, I finished my own version of trimming the tree. Aja calls all the ornaments apples. “Mo apples! Mo apples,” and then she and Jocelyn touch each and every one. It’s a constant battle to get them to back up from the tree, but it’s worth it.
Jocelyn asked where the presents were and I told her they would arrive closer to Christmas. So she pulled all the books off the bookshelf and starting arranging them, telling her sister, “Come on Aja, these are our presents.”
Sunday was Baby Liberation Day. The day, two years ago, that our baby girl came home. We explained to Jocelyn that we were celebrating the day that she met her baby sister—the day that she got so excited that she involuntarily pooped her pants. Okay, so she was only a year a half, but it was her first reaction to the little bit named Aja. Within a day we were living our new normal. Normal these days is full of lots of laughter and tantrums and sisterly love (and fights). Aja is the tormentor and Jocelyn is bossy and they are showing me signs of my future with two teenage girls. The eye rolling has begun and I can’t stop it.
Along with the great escape from baby jail, we have observed many other moments of growth and fun.
Yo Gabba Gabba Live
Making biscuits with Nana for Thanksgiving
Baby Liberation Day cupcakes
And for old times sake, I introduce the day they met: