Running, running, running

It’s the end of the workweek (well, sort of), and I’m trying to make lists and set priorities for the weekend.  It’s been a busy week, one where I’m always thinking just one more sprint and I will catch up.  Yesterday I hurried home on my lunchbreak to meet the guy who is remodeling our bathrooms.  The purpose of the meeting was so that we could pick out cabinetry, countertops, flooring, fixtures, etc.  About 15 minutes into it I got a call from the hospital: “Come right now!”  I ran to the car, leaving Jared to make the rest of the decisions.  Bathroom guy told Jared it was the first time he had seen a woman trust her husband to pick everything out on his own.   I got to the hospital just in time to deliver the baby, no time to change my clothes beforehand.  Then I had people waiting in clinic, so I rushed back there, leaving the paperwork to my medical student, and struggled all afternoon to catch up on patients and charting, no time for lunch.  After work I was busy with the dinner/bathtime/bedtime routines.

Today busy all morning, run to the hospital to check on my patients, run to another hospital to check on another patient, run back to clinic for more patients and paperwork, medicine refills, lab reports, etc.  Get another call from the hospital: “Come right now!”, race past my poor last patient of the day, hurry to the hospital, no time to change clothes, throw on some gloves, and then the nurse says, “the baby’s delivered.”  Look behind me, see baby on warmer, feel sort of stupid.   Home to dinner, homework, bathtime, bedtime.

So now as I look at what I need and/or want to get done tomorrow, I’m not sure if it’s doable.  And instead of getting started on some of it, I’m sitting here at my computer eating ice cream and writing about it.  Maybe if I go to bed now I’ll feel like running some more in the morning?

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The lost generation

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Call me, beep me if you wanna reach me

For the long weekend I rented a bunch of movies. We’ve had some sick kids and Sam is still not quite ready for outdoor activities so I wanted lots of sit-on-your-butt-and-vegetate activities.

One of them was a Kim Possible movie. Sam, naturally, loves it.

He REALLY like Ron Stoppable and his pet Rufus.

Anyhow, while I stayed home from church and hung out with Sam, he ran up to his room to get into costume.

And by costume I mean he put a pair of his underpants on his head as a super hero mask – cute, huh?

I asked him why he had underpants on his noggin and he had the came up with a perfectly understandable reason.

“Uhh, dad, I’m a naked mole rat.”

Once again, Sam is Sam.

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Another update

Sam had to stay the night at the hospital with mom because he was a little slow to snap out of the anesthesia.

No complications, but observation.

He’s home now, eating like a wild animal and being the normal Sam we know and love — just with a red eye and a half wink that will be back to normal in a day or two.

Thanks for all the prayers, thoughts and well wishes.

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Update

Sam made it through surgery just fine.

No bungy jumping, go-cart racing or anything fun like that, but he’ll get lots of TLC from Mom and Dad while he rests and recovers.

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Surgery for Sam

Today we take our little Sam I Am in for surgery on his eye.

He’s a good little dude and we love him a lot.

Sam has been a little under the weather the last couple of days and has spent much of it in mom and dad’s bed just chilling out and trying to rest. We think he’s mostly back to normal, but hasn’t had much to eat at all for 48 hours and won’t be eating anything until after the surgery.

So,this weekend will be an interesting one. There are worse things, for us, than spending time snuggling our little guy.

Sam will recover and, while his eyesight will not really be changed, the way he sees and used his eyes will be improved.

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Mystery solved

Last night, Shana and I were doing a big clean up of the main floor in our house. We were sweeping,vacuuming and digging all sorts of stuff out of corners.

When we picked up the rug in the kitchen, we found a large blob of butter shmushed into the floor.

We had our suspicions but all the kids were in bed so we didn’t get to do any interrogating.

Fast forward to this afternoon when Melissa comes home. She wanted some toast for an after-school snack and got out a couple of slices of bread.

Sam, ever the thoughtful helper, said: “I will get you butter.”

He then bent down, picked up the kitchen rug and looked around with a befuddled look on his face as if something was missing.

And with that, the case of the shmushed butter was solved.

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I was an hungered, and ye gave me meat…I was in prison, and ye came unto me.

Yesterday after work, everyone was talking to me at once, and Samuel got frustrated because he was trying to say something and couldn’t get my attention.  He angrily shouted, “You are going to jail!  For 15 years!”  I picked him up and hugged him, and he whispered, “I will bring you pizza.  And I will let you out.”

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Not so sunny, not so warm, but still fun

We wanted to escape Salt Lake over the break and get warm. But our plans were foiled by cold temperatures in St. George which would have made hiking with the kids a whole bunch of no-fun.

So we stayed home and goofed around downtown SLC like tourists.

We went to the planetarium, went to Discovery Gateway, hit Temple Square and visited the observation deck of the Church Office Building — the kids had never been up there.

Fun times were had by all.

   

     

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More Christmas pics – a little late

Our little people had a wonderful Christmas morning. they opened presents, smiled a lot and the next day did some crafts on the kitchen table.

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