Owen took a fall

Yesterday Owen had a bad fall in the bathroom, landing right on his chin. He ended up cutting the gum beneath his lower teeth, inside his mouth, and there was a lot of blood. He was spitting mouthfuls of blood into the sink. Poor guy. The shock of the fall and seeing all the blood really got to him - he turned white as a sheet and became nauseated. I gave him a bag of ice and had him lie down in bed while I read to him for a while and that helped. After a half hour or so he was able to get up and walk into the family room, at least. By this morning he had totally recovered, fortunately. He didn't knock any teeth out but he said some of the ones that were loose felt looser and another one that hadn't been loose felt loose after the fall. We'll see whether it gets him any closer to having a tooth actually fall out.

He is progressing well with the guitar. Last night we dragged our old Phil Ochs CD out of the back of the cabinet and he was really enjoying some of the songs, especially "I Ain't Marching Anymore." We figure the anti-war indoctrination can get started as soon as possible.

It's raining now and rained on and off most of the weekend. I guess we need it, but I'm ready for some warmer weather.