I'm impressed. Did Mel B. get kicked off?
I have to read Speak again for my class.
I'm also going to read Boy Toy.
Tomorrow I'm going to make cranberry sauce.
I should be writing about death.
Instead I'm trying to watch project runway online but it's not working.
What do you think about the bachelor?

I don't want to take away from your scary story, but this story is sort of scary, too.

We were watching DWTS last night (figure it out) and Mel B. (Spice Girl) did the splits four times in a row.

Tod: Wow! That is hard!

Me: It's not that hard.

Tod: Can you do the splits?

Me: Sure I can.

Tod: Do it.

Me: Right now?

Tod: Yeah.

So I did. I broke into the right side splits right there on our bed. He nodded his head then kept watching the show. I am 98% certain I injured myself. I'm not sore today, just injured. This is a secret, though, because I need to be as good as Mel B.

I'm glad your little man is okay. And just count your blessings that your hamstring is in tact.

My little baby almost died during Relief Society today. He started choking (really really really choking) on one of these little guys. I started bawling. He wasn't making any sound and I was hitting his back and I'd swiped his mouth and the lesson had stopped and everyone was sort of holding their breath and the pediatric nurse sitting right in front of me didn't grab him. Then he started sort of crying so I thought he was okay so I took him into the hall and then he started convulsing. I have to go now because he wants some yogurt but this is to be continued . . .

I'm back, so he was sort of convulsing and the first counselor had come out and was trying to take him from me and I was cry yelling "Get Carrie" (the pediatric nurse) but first counselor wasn't paying attention to my hysterics. Instead, she took him and she made a little knuckle and told me this is how you do it and she did the heimlich on him. A goldfish came out. In tact.

Later Carrie told me that's not how you do it for kids under a year and that you're supposed to do this other thing but I was sort of numb and so glad she did do it even if it was dangerous because then he could wail like he wanted to wail and then he hugged me but not really and then when I went in the mother's room to calm down he tried to get off my lap to see what the paper towel dispenser looked like from the bottom up.

After I got my druthers together and went back into the RS room to get my stuff, I told the Relief Society President that we should have an enrichment on CPR and choking techniques. I even said, "I think that's a lot more important than learning how to make bread." She agreed.

He slept that night from 5:00pm to 4:00am. He drank a little at 5:02 and then went back to sleep until 7:30. He was truamatized too.