Quick Catch-Up

Where has the time gone? I can't believe it's almost April already!

March has been a crazy busy month for me. Started the new job. LOVE it. It's so different from working in a nursing home. I didn't fully realize it then, but I felt totally worthless in my old job. Now I feel like I'm actually doing something... something that is actually benefiting my career. All month I was orienting full time, which my body has not liked very well and is still adjusting to working midnights. Now I'm done orienting and my first shift totally on my own will be next week. Lord be with me! lol

School is going okay... this semester is really rough and time consuming and super stressful. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed to make it through and still have a full head of hair. I have decided to split up the remainder of the course curriculum-- I'll be taking two classes over the summer sessions and only two over fall semester. My initial anticipated graduation date was going to be May of 2011, but I've also decided to stretch out the last semester--- it consists of 15 credit hours: 2 nursing lectures, a general education lecture, a clinical, and many many hours of precepting. Plus work and spend time with Claire?! Can't possibly happen! So in the name of maintaining and keeping my sanity and getting to spend time with my munchkin, I suppose that graduating six months late isn't so bad after all.

Claire has been doing well- she has an occasional accident (for "other" people, not yet at home) but otherwise is completely potty trained during the daytime. The majority of the time she is remaining dry during naps and bedtime as well. She's taking on so much more of a personality... she might be turning 3 in a few months, but she is definitely going on 13. She doesn't roll her eyes, but she does this thing where she kind of rolls them with her eyelids closed-- so much worse than actually seeing her roll them! But she is also the sweetest, big-hearted 2 1/2 year old I know. Just yesterday a house in our neighborhood caught on fire, which we came across on our way home. She was concerned about all of the fire trucks and her face suggested that she was scared of them all and she asked what was going on. I explained to her that the house had a fire in it but that all of the fire trucks meant that they were there to help the house & the people that lived there. Today she told me she wanted to go see the fire trucks, to which I told her they weren't there anymore. Her response was "Momma, I go see the house is okay." I mean really. For a 2 1/2 year old to grasp the concept that the house was going to damaged from a fire?! Ohhhh how much I love her. I can only hope and pray that she carries her loving demeanor with her throughout her entire life.