Saturday, October 30, 2010

Best Shot Monday: Happy Halloween!

From the best looking Stitch and Captain Hook around...Happy Halloween!

Bennett's Halloween Party - 10.19.10 (3 of 31)

Bennett's Halloween Party - 10.19.10 (4 of 31)

Bennett's Halloween Party - 10.19.10 (2 of 31)

May you enjoy your sugar-induced coma just as much as we do!

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Best Shot Monday: The Face of Six

You can no longer tell people how old you are with just one hand. You are learning to read. You can write your name. You can play soccer. You have turned from a baby to a toddler to a preschooler to a grade schooler.

Happy Birthday Garrett - 10.23.10 (34 of 38)

There are soccer games, slumber parties, and homework. But still snuggles, naps and a love of chocolate milk.

Happy Birthday Garrett - 10.23.10 (29 of 38)


Happy Birthday Garrett - 10.23.10 (26 of  38)

I think it's going to be a fabulous year.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Oh The Guilt...

When you start down the path for medical school, there are lots of things that people tell you.

"You should totally do it! Go to medical school!"

"You have got to be out of your *(&$% mind!"

"Seriously?! Are you nuts?!"

"You can do it!"

People tell you all about the stress and the time and the studying and the feeling of drinking from a fire hose going full blast.

But no one mentioned the guilt. The guilt that you aren't studying enough. The guilt that you aren't doing enough work or that you aren't smart enough and didn't really deserve to be there.

And all the other guilt -- that you are neglecting your friends (you are, although they will understand, at least for a while) and your family (you are, and they might understand, or at least they will pretend to) and your coworkers if you are dumb enough to think that you can still work and the things that need to be done around the house (you are, and your neighbors probably are wondering when your yard turned into a jungle and when you might do something about that).

And I was prepared for the stress. And the studying. And the feeling like my brain would explode if I tried to cram one more little factoid into it.

But I was completely and totally unprepared for the overwhelming guilt.