We headed over to the wilds of Virginia to go to Bert’s 2nd birthday party. Jeremy made his peanut butter cookies which were a big hit. We admired the amazing birthday cake. Vickey and I decided this morning that this cake must have taken the cake lady more than 10 hours to make – we thought maybe upwards of 15 hours? I dunno. It was beautiful and delicious.
Bert is the cutest 2 year old ever.
Jeremy biked the 50 miles to Vickey’s house. He left the house at 6:30 am and made it there by 10:30 am. He’d always wanted to ride on a particular trail in Virginia.
I feel like I’m living a lie on this blog. For more than a decade, I’ve been documenting what I consider to be what I’m mostly thinking about, what I’m concentrating on, or what is really going on in the family. What is on the blog these days is NOT AT ALL what is preoccuping myself with. Snapping a picture and writing a few words about it really freezes something like 30 seconds out of the whole day. And what does my whole day look like these days? It looks like a lot of work. I’m either hunched over my work work. Or I’m hunched over my school work. Or I’m going to school work. Or I’m procrastinating – which looks a lot like work work or school work, but really it isn’t any work. Besides the crazy work work or school work, there is the incredible clinical work (which I’m playing the most bottom rung role – I get coffee, change sheets, clean people while I’m learning to give meds and provide appropriate interventions when a patient is decompensating in front of me) that just has story after story about death, health, blood, epidemics, obesity, drug abuse, etc, which has just been incredibly moving and stressful and full of humanity that I kind of have to shake my head and clear it every time I leave the hospital.
4 thoughts on “Bert is 2!”
whoa. what was that paragraph at the end there? doing okay?
I'm really happy and generally managing well. Things are fine. Just a lot of work. Next two weeks insane.
Every single day for the next two weeks, take a breath Doris. A conscious, purposeful breath. Look at your beautiful children. Stroke their cheeks. Take a breath and let things pass.
🙂 that's what I'm doing. everyday! I'm letting it all come to me and go through me…