As of last Friday, all of our belongings and ourselves arrived in Portland. And as of Sunday, we're all "in". This week has been very busy with unpacking and some touch-up projects. Hopefully on Sunday we'll head to the beach for a few days of relaxation! Please let us know if you need our new info. Pictures will be posted soon.
Other big news- the kids are now sharing a room (not without a few bumps but working out well) and Nathan has now used the potty a few times (something we're really trying to encourage!).
Friday, June 22, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
A Review of May in Pictures
Hope you enjoy! Remember you can click on the picture to see a larger image.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Bruises and Bonkas
Nathan has been taking some hard hits lately - we call them bonkas. In a little over a week, he (and I'm sure I'll forget plenty):
- dropped a muffin tin on his big toe and has a big bruise under the toenail
- got a thorn from the backyard in his foot
- pulled the towel bar off the wall as he fell trying to hang up his own towel (unattended) and got a bloody nose - what a sweet helper!
- sprained his wrist wrestling with Dad
- fell off the wheeled wire shelving as he was getting a ride down the street
- got his thumb stuck in the wire case for our air conditioner
- hit his head on the side of the tub being goofy during bath time
- slammed his own fingers in the sliding door
- got hit on the head by a little friend
(We had a picnic with several families Friday evening. I was watching as one of the little girls walked right up to him, completely unprovoked, and hit him on the head. He just stood there staring at her and I could hardly hold back a big laugh. She, of course, got in trouble because her mom was standing right next to me. Perhaps, for Nathan, a first of probably many quizzical moments that will come from trying to understand women.)
Oh the woes of being almost two. We have lots of tears but even more laughs. You never want to miss a single minute!
- dropped a muffin tin on his big toe and has a big bruise under the toenail
- got a thorn from the backyard in his foot
- pulled the towel bar off the wall as he fell trying to hang up his own towel (unattended) and got a bloody nose - what a sweet helper!
- sprained his wrist wrestling with Dad
- fell off the wheeled wire shelving as he was getting a ride down the street
- got his thumb stuck in the wire case for our air conditioner
- hit his head on the side of the tub being goofy during bath time
- slammed his own fingers in the sliding door
- got hit on the head by a little friend
(We had a picnic with several families Friday evening. I was watching as one of the little girls walked right up to him, completely unprovoked, and hit him on the head. He just stood there staring at her and I could hardly hold back a big laugh. She, of course, got in trouble because her mom was standing right next to me. Perhaps, for Nathan, a first of probably many quizzical moments that will come from trying to understand women.)
Oh the woes of being almost two. We have lots of tears but even more laughs. You never want to miss a single minute!
682 !!
Can you even imagine what the importance of this number is??
Probably not...
Jason is now one week away from finishing up his year of rural surgery training in Grants Pass. And this is the number of surgeries he has done this year!! Six hundred and eighty-two.
Unfortunately, lots of what would be interesting to share is confidential and then most of the rest of it is a little too colorful for this blog. But here are a few memorable moments:
- After Noelle was born, our pediatrician greeted me at our office visit with, "I'm so glad your husband was on call this weekend [the weekend after Noelle was born], he saved my friend's mother's life!" I had no idea what she was talking about (Jason definitely had not ascribed such a thing to himself), but come to find out, he had been a hero that day. He hadn't felt particularly heroic, but to that person he was. You oftentimes have the greatest impact when you least expect it.
- A couple weeks ago, a patient arrived in the ER with a tracheal transection. He had been riding his motorcycle at dusk and clotheslined himself on a steel wire. Yikes! Jason cleverly intubated him through his nose (rather than his mouth) and was able to restore his airway. He survived the incident and was transfered to the university hospital for reconstructive surgery.
- Another wild one. A lady and her husband were in a car accident and brought to the ER here. She had terrible chest pain after the accident. The radiologist did not lend much assistance reading her chest CT. Jason earned a gold star that day. She had a diaphragmatic rupture! What ought to have been down in her belly was up in her chest.
- And on a lighter note. Jason has made great strides in changing dirty diapers... Perhaps having to remove about 10 pounds of poo from a patient (who had to get put to sleep for the ordeal) gave him a new perspective on the subject. :-)
It's been a great year. We'll miss being here. Jason has really worked hard and we're excited to see how God uses what he has learned. Next, Jason starts his chief (i.e. fifth and last!) year of training back in Portland on July 1st. We'll be moving soon and covet your prayers. Lots of transitions ahead.
Probably not...
Jason is now one week away from finishing up his year of rural surgery training in Grants Pass. And this is the number of surgeries he has done this year!! Six hundred and eighty-two.
Unfortunately, lots of what would be interesting to share is confidential and then most of the rest of it is a little too colorful for this blog. But here are a few memorable moments:
- After Noelle was born, our pediatrician greeted me at our office visit with, "I'm so glad your husband was on call this weekend [the weekend after Noelle was born], he saved my friend's mother's life!" I had no idea what she was talking about (Jason definitely had not ascribed such a thing to himself), but come to find out, he had been a hero that day. He hadn't felt particularly heroic, but to that person he was. You oftentimes have the greatest impact when you least expect it.
- A couple weeks ago, a patient arrived in the ER with a tracheal transection. He had been riding his motorcycle at dusk and clotheslined himself on a steel wire. Yikes! Jason cleverly intubated him through his nose (rather than his mouth) and was able to restore his airway. He survived the incident and was transfered to the university hospital for reconstructive surgery.
- Another wild one. A lady and her husband were in a car accident and brought to the ER here. She had terrible chest pain after the accident. The radiologist did not lend much assistance reading her chest CT. Jason earned a gold star that day. She had a diaphragmatic rupture! What ought to have been down in her belly was up in her chest.
- And on a lighter note. Jason has made great strides in changing dirty diapers... Perhaps having to remove about 10 pounds of poo from a patient (who had to get put to sleep for the ordeal) gave him a new perspective on the subject. :-)
It's been a great year. We'll miss being here. Jason has really worked hard and we're excited to see how God uses what he has learned. Next, Jason starts his chief (i.e. fifth and last!) year of training back in Portland on July 1st. We'll be moving soon and covet your prayers. Lots of transitions ahead.
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