Lice is a bit of a problem. I don’t like lice. I’ve never had lice, and I most certainly do not want lice. Ever. So when I was informed quite abruptly last weekend that my dear nieces and nephew have been dealing with this problem for the last couple of weeks, I was a bit conflicted. I always look forward to spending Sunday afternoon playing with them…but who wants to tell your freshman class you’re out of school because you have…lice? Not me. Thankfully, I was informed that the kids had been treated again, and they should be done with the pesky bugs. But I was still wary. Oh, was I ever.
As I slowly made my way downstairs, I was immediately caught in a circle of possible-lice candidates. And was it just me, or were they being more friendly than usual just to make me uncomfortable? Poor little Antonia wanted desperately for me to pick her up.
All of the kids were enjoying running outside in the semi-warm weather. I say semi because it definitely was not…well, not exactly leotard-wearing weather…as demonstrated by little Adeline.
Adeline has cut her own hair into an expertly styled mullet. She is almost a professional hair stylist at this point. Ask her dolls.
Speaking of hair we had our own little hair cutting party in the front yard. Complete with barking dogs and screaming children.
But when all the madness dies down, and the fear of lice subsides, order and elegance are left. In the form of tea parties.
We’re lucky enough to grown our own lemonbalm in our garden, meaning homemade lemonbalm tea!
So away Little Claire and I went, on our way to the garden to retrieve some fresh lemonbalm. Claire was fully equipped with her vintage white and purple apron to hold the lemonbalm…
Up through the garden path she paraded with her apron full of green..
From there on the lemonbalm was given a place on our long, Amish-made dinner table to be sorted through by a pair of small, determined hands..
while I set out my great-grandmother’s dainty china.
Within 15 minutes our tea was served, along with some raisin bread, and of course, cream and sugar.
Three scoops of sugar? Yes, indeed.
Cheers to elegance overcoming…lice.
See, good always triumphs over evil, sometimes it just takes a bit..