Boys will be boys (or something!)

Magnus fell and split open his eyebrow rather badly. Him getting hurt was only a matter of time, as I’ve darkly pointed out on a number of occasions. He’s definitely the more adventurous of the boys and at that dangerous age where a lot of movement takes place without much thought. Marco has never even drawn blood, injuring himself. He was the guy resorting back to crawling for a good six months after he started walking whenever the terrain looked just slightly uneven.

Ironically Marco was the cause of the accident. Pulling a rug out from under his brother. Yeah. No matter how often we talk about these things, they never listen. Hopefully with the sight of all that blood in mind, the message will stick. He cried as hard as his brother and reassured us over and over that he didn’t mean for his brother to get hurt. And he was the guy who came running with ice. Which – in hindsight – probably helped a lot to stop the bleeding.

We rushed Magnus off to the local GP who gamely tried stitching him together while the receptionist – who’s also the doctor’s wife – and I tried keeping Magnus still. Dirk is all for taking Magnus to a plastic surgeon while I only heard the part about the general anaesthesia necessary if we want to redo the stitches. He’s still young and he has a light skin which will not show a scar that much. I say let sleeping dogs lie.

I’ll feed him Arnica tablets and rub Vit E into the scar once it has healed. Any other advice for reducing scarring?

We’ve had so many birthdays recently. Marco’s cousin, Legan, was four on the 11th, Marco was five on the 14th and Dirk has his birthday today. We won’t say how old he is! Marco’s best friend at school also has his birthday today, while a good family friend and my mother have their birthdays on Sunday and Monday respectively.

So we’re all partied out and I cannot stand the thought of another piece of cake. With my sweet tooth, that’s got to count for something!

In some totally unrelated news – we’ve had a tire blowout on Saturday and Dirk went through a pothole on Monday night and bent the car’s rim. The condition of the roads is really getting worse and worse. But South Africa is still a good place to live, despite some niggles.

We’ve had missionaries from Uzbekistan stay with us over the weekend. And they told us how they once ended up in a part of the city where there was no gas and the electricity got cut off with monotonous regularity. During winter. At least we have mostly good weather.