Wounded warriors

This weekend Ben and Joe and Dan went camping with the boy scouts. They were out west of here a ways for the Mountain Man Rendezvous, one of those events where grown men play dress up and have log chopping contests and sell squirrel stew and big turkey legs. The boys were really looking forward to it, but just after breakfast, Ben fell while on a hike. Fortunately, Dan was able to take him to get 8 nice new stitches. They delighted in telling me that they could see multiple layers of Ben's leg: epidermis, fat layer, bloody tissue beneath... I thought we might have to return to the ER tonight when Claire fell off Joe's bed. She cried a little, then settled down, but when I went in to get her to brush her teeth, she said, "Blood." Sure enough she had a cut on her head, but it was pretty small. I called all the kids in to say, look, this is what you get for jumping on the bed.

So we didn't get around to our list of house projects (painting baseboards, repairing some screens, patching the hole in the laundry room door that John made with a light saber) this weekend. Dan and I escaped on the couch Saturday night to watch Moulin Rouge. Loved it. Our life is pretty much a musical, too; we'll be looking for a place with a little more of this.