My Crazy Kid

I have been called to repentance by my wife, for not posting anything about our son on the blog for far too long. Nevermind the fact that I tried to teach her how to post and she chose not to learn. Nevermind that I am in the final semester (yeah) of grad school. Oh well, it is what it is. Drostan is one crazy kid. In the last several months since I last posted (about Drostan) he has done a fair bit of growing up. He has gone back to Idaho and visited the grandparents, endured undue taunts and ridicule from his uncles, survived many long arduous journeys (my interview trips) and come out practically unscathed.

Drostan loves the playground. If we go for a walk and Drostan sees playground equipment he is gone. He will take off whether mom and dad follow or not. Trust me he has done it. He is playing with another little boy in our ward, who happens to be 4 days younger than Drostan (not that you would know it by looking at the size difference).

Drostan at the Baltimore Zoo. It was hard to convince the zookeeps that he didn't belong with the monkeys. He has started climbing anything and everything. Nothing is safe.

Drostan is in too big a hurry to grow up. After suffering the aforementioned torment (from his evil uncles). Drostan got another haircut, which he liked about as much as the first one. After that he looked much less like our cute baby and more like a little boy. Ever since he has wanted to be all grown up. Drostan climbed up into the car over the console and proceeded to "drive" the car.

And this is where we ended up. And where we will end up for the next few years. This is the beach at Ocean City, a few miles from Salisbury.

And we still have the cutest boy in the whole world.

Decisions, decisions

As some of you may know, I have been looking for a job recently. I know I don't graduate for 95 days (but who's counting) but the credentialing process can sometimes take several months to complete. And after having been without an income for many long months I am a little excited to start getting paid. I regress-anyway I went on several interiews, one in New York, two in Pennsylvania, and one in Maryland. After the interviews I eliminated one in PA, the other one was #3 on my list, but the top two was a tie between Cooperstown NY (Baseball Hall of Fame/Lake Ostego) and Salisbury MD (20 minutes from the ocean). Decisions, decisions.

Ocean City, MD

Cooperstown, NY

As you can see not an easy decision. Both opportunities would be good jobs. Salary and benefits were comparable. Both were very nice hospitals that would allow me the kind of job/autonomy that I wanted. One (NY) was situated on the edge of a large lake inbetween the Catskill and the Adirondack mountains. The other (MD) is twenty minutes from the beach, and we checked out the beach-very nice. So how do you decide? We flipped a coin and it landed on edge-honestly.

Rock-paper-scissors? throwing darts at a map? I don't know.

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After comparing everything from town size to sales tax, we made a decision, I think. We are relatively cetain that my first job as a CRNA will be in......

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oh yea, my first job is going to be in ---as long as they still want me in January, and I pass my boards---

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Salisbury MD.

Catching up

So it has been awhile since I have had time to post anything. So I thought I would throw a few pictures up and let you all see what we have been up to. As many of you may remember Drostan's hair was interesting during his first few months, it would have made a perfect mohawk if it stood up. I had been telling Cassie for a few weeks that he was starting to look shaggy. Well she finally agreed and we attempted to cut Drostan's hair. Trust me he did not appreciate it at all.

But doesn't he look so much better. If you make the picture bigger you can see the remnants of a tear under his right eye.

Mom however would not cut his curls in the back.

Later Mom made cookies to make him feel better. Drostan wanted to help. Normally, for Drostan, eating with a spoon means holding the spoon in one hand and shoveling food in his mouth with the other hand. This time he got it right.
Drostan's new hobby is rearranging the furniture. I guess he takes after his mother after all.

Stay tuned there will be more to come..............sometime. For now I am going to bed.