Wednesday, January 30, 2008
SO, it's a long story. Hang in there with me. My husband, Trent, is a physical therapist at the main hospital in town. I don't want to use the name to try to maintain some decorum and professionalism. :) He works primarily with kids, but also some adults in an out-patient setting. In the last couple of years, on top of doing his job, which he loves, he has volunteered and BEEN volunteered to do lots of extra-curricular things for his job, from serving on numerous committees to heading up the implementation of a huge new computer documentation system in his department.
Today, his BIG BOSS MAN (not supervisor, not manager, the one with the big office who reports to the VP) 's assistant called Trent and told him that one of Trent's midday appointments had been cancelled and that BBMAN would like to Trent to lunch off campus. Hmmm...very curious. BBMAN and his assistant picked Trent up outside and took him to a nice restaurant for lunch.
Trent, being Trent, when asked if he had any idea what the lunch was for, made the joke, "Well, I don't suppose you'd bring me all the way out here to fire me!" To which BBMAN replied, "Oh, no. Quite the oppossite." They proceeded to tell Trent that he is being awarded something similar to employee of the year. My dear husband still can't quite remember the exact title, but it is something like Service Excellence award. BBMAN tried to impart the hugeness of this award. "This is a BIG deal!" He kept saying.
There are over 3600 employees at the hospital, and only ONE gets this award each year! About 250 people are nominated by patients or colleagues, then a committee narrows the selection down to about 80, then weeds it down to about 10 finalists. From there the committee interviews and takes into consideration feedback from colleagues from his department and others, supervisors, patients, support staff, physicians, community members, etc, and choose ONE person in the WHOLE HOSPITAL to present this award. AND TRENT GOT IT!
OK, yes, I'm totally bragging on my hubby! He would never post this, even if he did have a blog, and I'm not even sure how many of his friends he would tell, so what is a big-mouthed wife to do? Also, there is an awards ceremony in about a month, and Trent is basically the guest of honor. People who have been working at the hospital for 5 years and 20 years get recognition, but his award is one of the main events. A LIMO will be picking Trent and me up to take us to the award dinner, where he will have his picture taken with the mayor and the CEO of the hospital to hang in the main hospital lobby with other winners from previous years. HELLO!?!
Anyway, I just wanted to share this proud moment. BBMAN said it was a pivotal point in his career, even better than a promotion. (That's nice, but doesn't a promotion come with more money?) Also, it's never been given to someone who has been at the hospital for such a short time (about 4 years). You would think that we would celebrate this momentous day with a nice dinner out, but alas, as previously mentioned, this prestigious honor comes with no monetary compensation, just pride. So, we went to Dairy Queen and split a blizzard. That's a little more in out budget. :)
Monday, January 28, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
He then learned a valuable lesson, that when you make a mini-mountain of sand and then BLOW on it, you will get sand in your eyes.
It was pretty cool: the next day, even though it was like 32 degrees outside, it was a beautiful, sunny day. We bundled up in sweaters, hats and coats and moved the table to the sunny side of the deck, where he played in sand and I read the mail. See, now, with this play-by-play, don't you just feel like you were there with us?
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
I love how Carson's head got cut off in that last pic! Hee.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
We are safely into the second trimester of the pregnancy of our second child. I'm about 15 weeks (for those of you who haven't been pregnant lately, or who don't think in weeks, that's about 3 1/2 months). I am happy to be done with most of the nausea and mind-numbing exhaustion, although I'm not quite in the "fun" part of being preggo--if there is such a thing! First, my complaints: I am not one of those women whose skin glows during pregnancy. My face turns into a proactiv-craving teenager. I like to call myself the Pregnant Pimple Princess. Also, I started out this pregnancy a good 10 (OK, it's 13, alright! I know exactly. I know that's weird) pounds heavier than when I got pregnant the first time. Ugh. These first few months are awkward anyway, because you kind of grow out side to side before you get that cute little baby bump, and I just seem to be feeling more like a tree-trunk than a lovely baby-growing home. (Please do not feel the need to console me and tell me I look fine. I know I'll survive and lose the weight someday. Just let me wallow in my self-pity for today.) Also, I'm still tired a lot and have to pee about every 20 minutes.
Now, the good things. It's going by faster this time! Although I'm not pouring over the pregnancy books day by day like last time, I do try to check and see what's going on in there. It's already only about 5 more weeks until we have the ultrasound to let us know if there's a brother or a sister in there. Phoebe or Phoebo. That's when it starts to get really REAL! But I think the best part about being pregnant the second time is that I KNOW, I mean I have experienced first-hand a child. I have discovered how this abstract love you have for your unborn becomes an amazing, previously unknown unconditional, surreal love for your newborn--though it is very intense and real, it morphs into a concrete, physical, actual-pain-in-your-gut-if-you-think-about-it-too-much kind of love for your child, an adoration for them as an individual and certain traits you can't get enough of as they grow and develop personality. I dread those first few weeks with a newborn. To be honest, I was really quite miserable. In my mind, I handled it worse than most women. (Have I mentioned I'm a sleeper?) But I think I'll have even more motivation to get through them, because I'm going on my own experience of how it gets better, not just others' encouraging words. I can't wait to add another little person to our family to make us laugh, drive us crazy, play with his/her brother and cousins, smile in the Christmas picture, laugh at Daddy, be loved on my our extended family....all these little moments in Carson's life have brought me indescribable joy, and I can only imagine my heart's going to grow even more (picture the Grinch's heart at the end of the movie) with love for this new little one. The future, in my mind, is full of hope and dreams for these kids...even the one(s?) I don't know yet.
So, can someone please read this to me next July when I am crying from sleep-exhaustion and ready to hand over the baby to the nearest orphanage?
Monday, January 07, 2008
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Let me explain. It's not an exciting story, but it's my blog, so I write and you decide whether to read or not. Trent and I have been hooked on the show LOST since it debuted in September of 2004. In fact, my "delivery room" gift when I was in labor with Carson (as recommended by our labor/delivery class teacher) was the first season of LOST on DVD. The much-anticipated second season premiere took place while I was having my epidural, but don't you worry! We watched a recorded copy IN THE HOSPITAL the day after Carson was born.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
This is right when he opened the camera and took his first picture. I was on the floor taking a picture of HIM.
Here's Carson's pictures of the family that day. Actually, these are the good ones. He's still getting used to AIMING the camera, and we had to delete several of our knees, crotches, stomachs, the floor, etc.
Aunt Jess Uncle Chad (leaning down to get his face in the frame.)
Riley (practically a cousin)Grandpa Aunt Tara
Also, the day after Christmas, we have a standing tradition to get together with some college friends who are usually in the area visiting family. It used to be just Tiffaney and JJ (both single) that met up with us, then Tiff got married and had a baby, so now Trevor and Keenan come. This year we were very excited to meet JJ's girlfriend, Rachel. She was awesome, and I told Carson to take her picture....
Isn't she pretty? Well, her left arm is adorable.
Actually, she is beautiful and here's the cute couple with a design choice made my Carson. (It comes with the new cam.)
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
M & B also really had their act together with gifts this year. Knowing they would not be able to do much shopping in December, they had all their gifts purchased early, and totally spoiled C-dog with TONS of books.
I know this is a repeat, but I can't help it.
The seven of us now become the eight of us! (Until July...)
The gift for that day was Carson's new digital camera from Mimi and Grandpa Phil. Oh yes, you read that correctly! He got an "unbreakable" digital camera, complete with a little screen that shows the pictures after you take them. It is a hoot. Someone asked how many megapixels it has, and I think it's like .3. There will soon be a post spotlighting the pictures from his camera (because it comes with a USB cable so you can upload the pics) and you'll see our aspiring photographer's work.
He also got his first Bible!
There are no pictures of me because I would not allow it.