So, a lot has happened in these past few weeks. We are now 100% moved out of our house (notice how I didn't say unpacked or moved into the new place yet) & we offically closed on our house 2 days ago, yippie!
Since school started the week that we moved (3 weeks ago) we've really only been able to unpack the basics. I'm hoping that somewhere around Thanksgiving we'll be done.
(not kidding)
Olivia found these toy tweezers & decided that her toes needed to be cleaned out...odd child, no idea where she gets it from.
Trevor has worn this outfit nearly every day since he found it hidden in his closet during the move. When he first tried the entire getup on he accidentally scared Olivia, ever since then he tells her when he's putting it on that "it's just me, Trevor, I don't want to scare you." The other night he was convinced that he had to wear it to bed, Dad won that battle.
While we were packing Olivia found one of the true joys of childhood...the little packing bubbles. I think she popped every single one on this sheet.
No, I have not decided to become a junkie, this is what happens when you are a nursing student. Other nursing students get to blow your veins repeatedly, I mean...uh, practice starting IV's on you. My partner actaully blew 3 of my veins this particular day. (To be fair, the bruises on my upper arm are actaully from moving boxes.)
So, the next time some nurse starts an IV for you, thank her for the hours of practice she put in before she started poking you & thank her colleagues for letting her practice on them instead of you.
...same bruise, next day. Isn't medicine fun?
I start my clincal rotations in the O.R. in 2 weeks, so cool.