Moral: Don't put a ruler in your mouth

This is not a funny post. This is to inform you of a sad accident that occurred this afternoon at 2 pm. Before you get worried, everyone is fine. But stop reading now if blood makes you woozy.

Scott and I were in the living room, and I saw him put a ruler in his mouth. I have been so beaten down by Scott's independent streak that I figured there was no point in saying, "It's dangerous to put the ruler in your mouth."

Not 30 seconds later, he was on the ground, crying. Blood was coming out of his mouth. I scooped him up and carried him into the bathroom where he cried and cried and kept spitting out the accumulating blood. I got him a clean washcloth and all on his own, he applied direct pressure to his wound.

His wound is under his tongue. Somehow the ruler slipped or he slipped and it looks like he severed his lingual frenulum and also cut the floor of his mouth. That's the thing under your tongue that attaches it to the floor of your mouth.

We consulted Dr. Grandpa, who said that as long as it stopped bleeding, it should heal fine on its own.

Scott has been very mellow since the accident - has mostly lain around with his blanket on the couch and is now sleeping. We would appreciate your prayers on his behalf.

Dinner conversations

Ethan: "Hey, what's the biggest city in California?"

Mr. M: "Los Angeles."

Ethan, ignoring him: "Mom, what's the biggest city in California?"

Me, "Back to you, Dad."

Mr. M: "Los Angeles."

Scott: "What's the smallest city in the world?" He pauses, then answers his own question: "Utah!"

Not surprisingly, I found out today that when Scott uses google earth, it's to watch youtube movies of Bob the Builder and Lightning McQueen. Sigh...

Nytol not needed here.

As Mrs. M has mentioned in a previous post, she has a special ability to fall asleep fast. For the last couple of days, it has been more pronounced. I think it has something to do with our house guests. The house guests were great, but we were very bad about getting to bed on time.

Today the sleep attack happened in the middle of Ethan's family home evening lesson. To Mrs. M's credit, she did make it through the first 2 minutes and even answered a lesson question. But then....

Ethan: "Hey mom, write down what you said on this paper... Mom... MOM! MOOOOOM!"

Mrs. M: "Huh.. mffb.. mer spruf... "

She kind of missed the activity portion of the evening.

Hopefully she will get some undisturbed sleep tonight. A few nights ago, I accidentally interrupted her sleep as I rolled over...

Mrs. M: Hum.. erg... mmff
Mr. M: Sorry, did I wake you up?
Mrs. M: Um. No you didn't wake me up. It was the alphabet.
Mr. M: The alphabet woke you up!?
Mrs. M: Yeah....um..hmm...that seemed to make more sense when I said it.

The alphabet... there you have it. ABCDEFZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

The joke's on me

Remember the guy from church last week who unwittingly insulted my instrument? Guess who is our new home teacher?! Bwahahaha.

Scott requests that I add this comment, "Garfield is mean." For those of you lucky enough to chat with me or Mr. M, please know that we ever say to you, "Noggin.com", the chat has been hijacked by a 3 year old!

Happy Friday, everyone.

Coming to theatres near you....

Overheard coming from Ethan as he was making some kind of ruckus in the other room.

"IT'S ATTACK OF THE..um...ME!!!!!"

Grab some popcorn and cue the scary music, folks.

Playing second fiddle

I played in church today. I should say, I played a violin obligato while a sister missionary sang a lovely arrangement of the hymn Jesus, the very thought of Thee. It was very pretty with some nice entwining harmonies. Those are my favorite.

After our number, the next speaker followed the unwritten Sacrament Meeting rules by making a comment about the music. I was still on the stand, putting the music stand back between the piano and organ when he intoned, "The human voice is by far the most beautiful instrument." I almost choked with laughter; luckily, I had my back to the congregation at that point. I knew he was saying he enjoyed it and she did a great job. I'm pretty sure he didn't consider the implication, "Thank goodness that violin didn't ruin things."

Anyway, we're doing the same number this afternoon. This morning, my ward. Up next, her ward. Watch for us coming to a ward near you...

Birthday celebrations and deep thoughts

Ethan's birthday comes in the midst of the holidays, so I told him we'd celebrate with his friends in January. Tonight he and I were lying on his bed, discussing the details. He kept insisting that there be no candles on his cake. When I pressed him on his reasons, he said, "Mom, I don't want global warming. I don't want the polar ice caps to melt."

Holy awareness of issues, Batman! I told him that his few candles would not have that kind of effect on the world and then excused myself while he and Mr. M had a long conversation (still going 20 minutes later) about what is global warming...