Tooth Fairy and First Aid

The Tooth Fairy has visited the inside of Mason's mouth! She has decided it's time he HAS a tooth! We are so excited, in fact a lot more excited than I think either of us thought we would be. We keep washing our hands over and over so we can stick our finger inside his mouth and feel that sharp little point. Mason is getting a bit weary of the constant attention. But we love it!!

Speaking of attention we sure did attract it last night at our CPR class. First, let me say, Travis and I are on total opposite ends of the universe when it comes to what's okay and what's not okay for little Mason, as far as safety goes. I'm very conservative and I worry a little too much (okay I worry all the freaking time) I would like to bundle him up in bubble wrap. Travis thinks it's time Mason learns how to juggle grenades.

So, I decided if we took CPR and First Aid from the Red Cross, maybe we could meet in the middle with help from an expert.

I was incorrect.

First, Travis informed me when class started that the only reason he was here was to support/help me because he was already certified. I cut my eyes at him, thinking he would be smiling at his joke. Well, he wasn't joking.

Well, we were learning how to do chest compressions on our dummy and Travis was not locking his hands together in the proper position. I took no pleasure whatsoever in pointing this out to him. He informed me again that he was here for me, that he ALREADY knew this and he was doing it correctly. Well, I did not want to make a scene (which we always seem to do) So I said quietly...Honey, really I think you need to lace your fingers together. Travis says back to me... nope I'm good. So I kinda get a little miffed that he's not following the rules, so I call the instructor over. She tells him the same thing and he proceeds to tell her, well it doesn't matter how you do it, you are still going to save a life. I almost fainted right then and there. She looked at him like he had grown a second head. I didn't know if I should laugh histaricaly or strangle him and then practice CPR for real, with my proper laced fingers technique of course. And yes, we caused a scene. Several fifteen year olds who were there training to become lifeguards have decided they will never get married.

Then we start learning infant CPR. This time Travis tells me I'm doing it wrong, I need to use my pointer finger and middle finger to do the two finger compressions. Well, I watched that video like a hawk and I told him very nicely, Honey I think you are supposed to use your middle finger and ring finger. To demonstrate, I proceeded to hold up my middle finger in front of his face. Well, I think the instructor (who had been keeping an eye on us ever since the first run in) saw me do that little signal to Travis. Fearing a fight, she ran over and quickly showed us the proper technique. I was correct, thank you very much. Travis again said well, it doesn't matter how you do it you'll still save a life.

Then it comes time to take the test to get our certification. Now, let me say there were probably 30 people in our class and Travis and I were the LAST to leave. That's because Travis ended up arguing with our instructor about a question that he felt was a trick and should be removed from the international book of Red Cross CPR test questions, because it wasn't fair. By this time I have crawled into the big Red Cross bag with all the other CPR dummies.

We FINALLY leave and as we are walking out Travis puts his arm around me and says...."Well honey, I hope you learned something."

Yep, I sure did.