sometimes I forget

Life just keeps moving at warp speed. How is it that we have an eight-year old? Are we really that old? Sometimes I forget she's not 6 anymore. Sometimes I forget I'm more towards my mid-thirties than my mid-twenties.

We're only a few months away from the end of quite an era. Sometimes I have forgotten that this whole medical training experience (ahem, just a mere 10 years post-college of grueling training) is only "temporary." I have tried hard to stop and soak it in.

Jimmy is now four. That means we made it through his club foot treatment. What was so hard and seemed that it would last for so long (casting and bracing and years (yes, really years) of sleepless nights), is now over. Sometimes I catch myself and realize we made it through. He can walk and climb and jump and run and get in trouble with the best of them.

These are a few things for me to remember because there are just some things not worth forgetting.

tow-mater

These last few weeks have been jam-packed with fun and incidents. The last incident occured roughly at 1:15 p.m. on Monday in the thriving metropolis of Yuma, AZ. The incident was this - the car decided it wanted to stay in Yuma longer than we did. I just wouldn't start! I know Love's truck stops are awfully awesome, but really I've seen enough after 10 minutes (and that is stretching it). Also 1:15 happens to be a warm time of the day in Yuma, even in February.

After hemming and hawing about the situation I finally called AAA. A nice tow-mater truck came with an even nicer driver and hauled the car (and us) to the shop.

This made the entire trip for my backseaters. During our (long) 2 1/2 mile ride, Grace kept saying how "awesome" it was and how "happy" she was that our car wouldn't start and we got to ride in a tow truck - in the front of the tow truck no-less! Jimmy giggled the whole time and even asked the driver if his truck went fast or slow. The driver responded it went slow, but halfway through the ride Jimmy informed him it in fact was going FAST and BUMPY. I concur with "bumpy."

And then wouldn't you know, after 2 hours of fine (and I really mean more than fine, the people were so very nice) Yuma hospitality, we were on our way. As we left the gal who worked in the shop's office asked that I call them when I made it home because they would worry about us until I did.

So if (heaven forbid) you find yourself with car trouble in Yuma or you just fancy an oil change when you're driving through, find my friends at Accurate Auto on 2ND Street. Talk to George, he'll fix you up.

my girl

This little ditty seems rather fitting:


Grace turned 8 last Saturday. It already happened, and I still wonder how it is I have an 8 year old. The Tuesday before we were excited to hear we have a new nephew. Seeing his pictures remind me so much of that baby I had eight whole years ago, how life changing it was, and has made me stop and think about things. So I guess I've been rather contemplative lately. And now to top it off, Jimmy is going to turn 4 next week! This will be the first winter Olympics in a long time that I've not been up in the middle of the night with a newborn.

This Saturday Grace is going to be baptized. We are so excited to have so many members of our family coming to celebrate with us. We've decided to do a double birthday party for the kids. We (that would be Nate and the kids) are joyously anticipating the event, while some of us (that would be me) are trying to stop our eye from twitching at the thought of entertaining and feeding all of our wonderful guests. I should probably just stop and smell the roses, because as the last eight years have taught me time is just going to fly by.