Who is the gross one in your family? You know, the one that can handle anything nasty without flinching. What is the grossest thing you have ever done that freaked out your spouse? Or was it your spouse that did something revolting?
I'm serious, if you gross out easily you may not want to read on.
Yesterday, I cleaned the girls' ears. I finally got some of the stuff I've been trying to convince Lemur to let me pull out for months.
This weekend Chris was disturbed when I cut one of my skin tags off with nail clippers. He compared it to cutting off your own finger. Silly boy. For those of you who may not know your skin tags tend to grow when you are pregnant. Cutting them off has become a habit of mine in the months following birth.
The girls played outside all weekend. Sunday night after they bathed Tamarin got freaked out because she found a tick on her. Not the first time this has happened, but this was different for some reason. She had a meltdown. She wouldn't go to sleep because she was scared. We spent yesterday checking everything for ticks. We put poison on the dogs and cats. I've gone through all the precautions possible, but she now has an irrational fear of ticks. *sigh* At least I can tie this in to schooling. I picked up this book at half price books this weekend.
Happy coincidence. We wrapped up our bit on Ping yesterday so before we start our next "unit" for lack of a better word, we are going to talk about blood today and I'm going to pull out our bug books again so we can discuss ticks as animals and not big scary, drain all your blood and leave you dead monsters.
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