Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Lice Shampoos - A Brand Comparison

So.  My kid had head lice.  Emphasis on the word *had*.  Once we discovered the nasty little buggers, I made a beeline for the pharmacy and got this.

You're supposed to repeat the treatment after 10 days, so I went out today to get another kit.  This time, I went for the generic, store-brand one.  Mistake.

Both kits were three-step.  A shampoo, a gel to help the lice comb get through the hair, and a spray that can be used on carpets and mattresses.  I looked at the active ingredients, and they were the same and in the same amounts, so I figured "Hey.  Might was well save a few bucks."

While the active ingredients in the two products were the same, the inactive ingredients differed enough to make it worth the few extra bucks.  First of all, the smell.  The store-brand shampoo smelled like I remembered as a kid: medicinal and strong.  The RID shampoo smelled like... shampoo.  Light and a little floral.  If I had a boy, he might mind smelling pretty, but no problem for a girl.  Second, the combing gel.  It's a great idea.  When you go to meticulously comb through every bit of your kid's hair with the finest-toothed comb ever, this gel helps prevent icky tangles.  In the store-brand kit, not so much.  Lots of ouches and pulling, and quite a bit of shed hair.  And it smelled bad, too.

I can't say much towards the difference in effectiveness for one reason: the RID did the job the first time.  It killed every single one of those buggers and their eggs and let me comb them out on day one.  I checked her daily, and saw nothing.  I re-did the treatment today with the store-brand kit, and still nothing.  It may very well work just as well as the RID.  There were just no bugs to kill this time.

While I cross my fingers and plead with heaven never to have to go through this again (and put tea tree oil in her shampoo)... if I do, I'm shelling out the few extra bucks for the good stuff.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

How very Zen.

Kate's playing her new Wii game, PokePark (and I'll have to do another post about how cool it is), and she's just kinda running back and forth over the same stretch of bridge.
Me:  Where are you going?
Kate:  Somewhere.  Everyone's going somewhere.
Me: How very Zen of you.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

The Potatoes of Doom

This one's for those sweet teenagers at church that watch my kid on Friday nights.  You know who you are.

Our church has a bible-study-thing-that-defies-definition on Friday nights.  Ish.  We call ourselves The Difference.  For now.  Aaaanyways... child care is provided.  With the exception of one wonderful woman (who also happens to provide daily child care for my kid), the nursery on Friday nights is staffed by teenagers.  A few weeks ago, Kate happened to be the only kid there, and there were two teenage guys there to watch her.  Poor guys.  Cam and I sent her off, snickering to ourselves, wondering just how badly she would scar them.
About an hour later, one of the guys comes in, plops down a picture that was obviously drawn by my kid, and says, "Amy, your daughter has a wild misconception of the general shape of potatoes."  (And a thank-you to Adam for writing that quote down for me.)

So this morning, Kate comes into the living room and announces:
"I'm making a holiday book of the potatoes of doom."
I turned to Cam and said, "She's your kid."
It's about holidays for potatoes.

There are many things that amuse me about this story.
- That a teenage guy not yet out of high school can put together the phrase "wild misconception of the general shape of potatoes".  Hope for the future, man.
- That my kid can remember something that happened over a month ago and decide to turn it into a project.
- That, no matter how pesky Kate can get, he still agrees to watch her.  Yes, I know the church pays him, but there's no hazard pay involved.
- I don't know if we say it enough, but... you're a cool kid, Gavin.

Of course, you did.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Flower and Note

I spent about eight hours at the church last night helping make a massive batch of tamales. 
When I got home, this was waiting on my nightstand.

D'aaaw.  I guess I'll keep her.

Friday, November 5, 2010

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

So, Cam made up a list of things that Kate can be when she grows up:
Squid Farmer
Rainbow Salesman
Lightning Harvester
Rat Wranger
Turnip Arrester
Pyrite Miner
Mage Landscaper
Pretzel Twister
Eye Putter-Onner for Chocolate Bunnies

I followed this up by asking her what she wants to be.  She said:
Police Officer
Optometrist (I had to help her with this one.  She called it the person who works at the eyeglasses place.)

There's still hope for her.  She may turn out normal...  Naaah.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Speaking of Shiny Blue Clefairy...

Last night, in the car...
Kate:  (jabbering on and on about a clefairy she just caught on her Pokemon game) ...and it's got blue ears, and it's really shiny!
Cam: Speaking of shiny blue clefairies... did Prop 19 pass?