9.28.2010
Heat Wave
Yesterday it got to 107 degrees in San Diego (despite a forecast high of 94 degrees). It was without a doubt the hottest day since we've been in San Diego. I'm pretty sure nothing even comes close. It might have gotten to 95 a couple years ago in August. I think the cool summer we had this year saved all it's heat for one day in early Fall. It's weird, because it's only 82 degrees today. Luckily we have the beach to cool us off.
9.21.2010
da kids
We went to Muir Woods with the kids and Lindsay's parents when we were in the Bay Area last week. A good time had by all.
9.20.2010
Baby Ada
I woke up in a panic this morning because I haven't been writing down the things our kids do, and I'm afraid we'll lose a lot of these memories forever. I'll cover Ada tonight and hopefully get back on the computer tomorrow to write down some Seth stuff.
Ada's 19 months old now. She was such a late walker (at 17 months) and is pretty unstable still. Maybe balancing that big head atop a skinny, petite body has something to do with it. She's averaging about one nose bleed each week from bashing her face against something. It's kind of sad.
She adores Seth. She follows him around much of the day saying his name over and over, trying to copy the things he does. It's pretty funny to see Seth roar like a tyrannosaurus when he wants me to drop lunch meat in his mouth, or bark like a sea lion for a piece of halibut. It's that much funnier to see Ada copy him though. Seeing that tiny girl roar and bark for food cracks me up.
I like that whenever Seth sees something Ada loves (like Elmo or doggies) he points it out to her. It's his way of taking care of her.
Some of Ada's 1-year-old comedic material is still funny to Seth at age 3. She'll periodically sit in her high chair and stick out her tongue, making a vibrating noise, and then say "baby" (pronounced beebee), followed by hysterical laughter. Then Seth will start doing it back to her-- tongue noise . . ."beebee" . . . laughter. Endless toddler fun.
Ada loves babies. She has a doll that she wraps in a blanket, hugs and kisses it, gives it a pacifier, and takes it on stroller rides. She's also obsessed with shoes, especially her white thong sandals. They're getting too small for her, but she can't let them go.
Ada says a lot of words. She loves naming her body parts: eyes, nose, teeth, feet, etc. She over-applies the word doggie to any furry animal. She fell in love with her Aunt Vania's kitten last week and would hold him and pet him. She'd call him kitty 10% of the time, and doggie the other 90%.
Seth's love of swords has rubbed off on little Ada. He's used her enough as a sword fighting companion that now almost any long, slender object is worthy of battle. Ada swings cheese sticks, asparagus, etc. around with her lips pushed out, making sword-clashing sound effects.
Some might describe Ada as clingy. I prefer the term cuddly. She's pretty attached to my hip. I've learned to do a lot of things with a baby on my hip. I'm not the most efficient person because of it, but this time is so fleeting when my kids are this tiny. I don't mind a little company on my hip for a few years.
This photo is almost a year old, but I love it so much. I could look at this every day and smile.
Ada's 19 months old now. She was such a late walker (at 17 months) and is pretty unstable still. Maybe balancing that big head atop a skinny, petite body has something to do with it. She's averaging about one nose bleed each week from bashing her face against something. It's kind of sad.
She adores Seth. She follows him around much of the day saying his name over and over, trying to copy the things he does. It's pretty funny to see Seth roar like a tyrannosaurus when he wants me to drop lunch meat in his mouth, or bark like a sea lion for a piece of halibut. It's that much funnier to see Ada copy him though. Seeing that tiny girl roar and bark for food cracks me up.
I like that whenever Seth sees something Ada loves (like Elmo or doggies) he points it out to her. It's his way of taking care of her.
Some of Ada's 1-year-old comedic material is still funny to Seth at age 3. She'll periodically sit in her high chair and stick out her tongue, making a vibrating noise, and then say "baby" (pronounced beebee), followed by hysterical laughter. Then Seth will start doing it back to her-- tongue noise . . ."beebee" . . . laughter. Endless toddler fun.
Ada loves babies. She has a doll that she wraps in a blanket, hugs and kisses it, gives it a pacifier, and takes it on stroller rides. She's also obsessed with shoes, especially her white thong sandals. They're getting too small for her, but she can't let them go.
Ada says a lot of words. She loves naming her body parts: eyes, nose, teeth, feet, etc. She over-applies the word doggie to any furry animal. She fell in love with her Aunt Vania's kitten last week and would hold him and pet him. She'd call him kitty 10% of the time, and doggie the other 90%.
Seth's love of swords has rubbed off on little Ada. He's used her enough as a sword fighting companion that now almost any long, slender object is worthy of battle. Ada swings cheese sticks, asparagus, etc. around with her lips pushed out, making sword-clashing sound effects.
Some might describe Ada as clingy. I prefer the term cuddly. She's pretty attached to my hip. I've learned to do a lot of things with a baby on my hip. I'm not the most efficient person because of it, but this time is so fleeting when my kids are this tiny. I don't mind a little company on my hip for a few years.
This photo is almost a year old, but I love it so much. I could look at this every day and smile.
9.19.2010
9.02.2010
What I'm up to
I have not blogged in ages. I doubt anyone has noticed. However, the neighbors have been asking me a lot lately what I'm up to. I don't think they are used to seeing me around so much in the daylight hours, and are probably wondering A) who's that guy with Lindsay's kids? or B) maybe Lindsay's husband got kicked out of medical school.
In any case, with the completion of my 3rd year in June, life has changed a little bit. The third year of medical school is generally the year in which you rotate through all of the core specialties: Internal Medicine, Surgery, Pediatrics, Neurology, OB/GYN, Psychiatry, Primary Care. It was a grand yet entirely painful year. I rotated through 4 hospitals, saw many hundreds (thousand(s)?) of patients, listened to countless hearts/lungs/bellies, "performed" a myriad of rectal and vaginal exams, learned and saw the use of hundreds of medications, delivered 8 babies, worked with the mentally ill in a psych ward, took care of a handful of terminally ill children, learned how to wield a slick reflex hammer, sewed up a bunch of surgical wounds, put in a ton of foley catheters, removed CSF drains out of brains, screwed on pieces of skull, got yelled at by arrogant residents exactly 3 times, worked anywhere from 100 hrs/wk on neurosurgery to 45 hrs/wk on psychiatry (not including studying time), and generally felt dumb and/or inadequate about 50% of the time along the way.
Now that it's 4th year, I get to decide on the rotations I want to take. Naturally, I choose the ones where I get to be home more:) Granted, I'm writing this at 2 am from an office in the MRI building at the hospital as I download images of liver tumors from the hospital server for my research--but in general I've enjoyed the last few months, getting to spend more time with Seth, Ada, and Lindsay.
In my "free" time, I've been preparing my application to residency, which I actually submitted today (which is I guess yesterday now). My first job application as a doctor. (I'm going to be a Radiologist, which requires 5 more years of training--an intern year in Internal Medicine, and 4 years of Radiology training). I applied to 19 internal medicine internships, and 40 radiology residencies from here to New York. It should be a hectic Winter of interviews. I will know where we end up in March, so quit asking.
Anyway, that's what I'm up to.
Also, Lindsay and I actually went out without the kids last week. On a boat in the San Diego Bay with friends. It was awesome.
In any case, with the completion of my 3rd year in June, life has changed a little bit. The third year of medical school is generally the year in which you rotate through all of the core specialties: Internal Medicine, Surgery, Pediatrics, Neurology, OB/GYN, Psychiatry, Primary Care. It was a grand yet entirely painful year. I rotated through 4 hospitals, saw many hundreds (thousand(s)?) of patients, listened to countless hearts/lungs/bellies, "performed" a myriad of rectal and vaginal exams, learned and saw the use of hundreds of medications, delivered 8 babies, worked with the mentally ill in a psych ward, took care of a handful of terminally ill children, learned how to wield a slick reflex hammer, sewed up a bunch of surgical wounds, put in a ton of foley catheters, removed CSF drains out of brains, screwed on pieces of skull, got yelled at by arrogant residents exactly 3 times, worked anywhere from 100 hrs/wk on neurosurgery to 45 hrs/wk on psychiatry (not including studying time), and generally felt dumb and/or inadequate about 50% of the time along the way.
Now that it's 4th year, I get to decide on the rotations I want to take. Naturally, I choose the ones where I get to be home more:) Granted, I'm writing this at 2 am from an office in the MRI building at the hospital as I download images of liver tumors from the hospital server for my research--but in general I've enjoyed the last few months, getting to spend more time with Seth, Ada, and Lindsay.
In my "free" time, I've been preparing my application to residency, which I actually submitted today (which is I guess yesterday now). My first job application as a doctor. (I'm going to be a Radiologist, which requires 5 more years of training--an intern year in Internal Medicine, and 4 years of Radiology training). I applied to 19 internal medicine internships, and 40 radiology residencies from here to New York. It should be a hectic Winter of interviews. I will know where we end up in March, so quit asking.
Anyway, that's what I'm up to.
Also, Lindsay and I actually went out without the kids last week. On a boat in the San Diego Bay with friends. It was awesome.
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