No comprende

I just finished my sixth week, I am 1/3 of the way done with the semester and am learning a ton! This week I was really worried about communicating with my patient because she was a 94 years old woman who was blind in one eye, deaf in one ear and could barely hear out of her "good" ear AND she spoke Spanish. So I get there at 6:00 am and after making sure she hadn't gotten discharged yet, I was practicing my "Spanish phrases." Now I know I am really bad because my friend that I carpool with is from Peru and is fluent in Spanish and she laughed at me when I attempted to repeat phrases after her. I go into the room and did my best to communicate with her by yelling phrases into her "good ear." She would then ramble something off in Spanish that I did not understand. After about a minute of this, she shushed me and told me to "shut up!" I did and left the room to come back a while later to give her a blanket. Once I did this, we were best friends. I would be grouchy too if I were cold.

Through out the day, I learned to communicate through body language and we got along just fine. She had been in the hospital for three days and there was no record of her ever getting a bath and I am pretty sure that no one has helped her brush her teeth because some major build up came out of her mouth when she did. So I washed her hair and gave her a bed bath, during which she kept grabbing my arm and kissing it. She was so appreciative that I was getting her clean. Such a simple thing and she was in heaven!

I must say, this week was much better than the last. Last Friday I had had it! I hadn't gotten much sleep and to make matters worse, I didn't pass the Med. test that I was supposed to get a 90% on so I had to re-take it yesterday...and I passed with a 98%! But failing the first time amidst other things, pretty much set me off. I seriously considered dropping out. After thinking about it and praying I have decided that I need to just finish. As a result, I am feeling a little more comfortable this week and I have decided to do my best instead of trying to be perfect and get an "A," because when school is said and done no one is going to care what grade I got (I hope) they are only going to care about the quality of my work.

Boy of many interests

This morning before church I was getting Carson ready for a bath and Andrew got up so I asked him to watch Carson for a minute so that I could finish stuff for Relief Society. So, Andrew was "watching" him (still trying to sleep) in our room and from across the house Andrew calls, "Tiffani, come here!" I go into out bedroom to find Carson covered in redness that I immediately assume is blood or bloody spit up or something. I was very concerned until I got a close up and realized that he was covered in blush! Apparently he can reach the inside of my makeup drawer and found some powder blush and decided to try it out on himself, the floor and our clean sheets. Pretty funny.

Batter, batter...

Carson got this baseball, bat and stand for his birthday. We didn't think that he would be interested in play with it until next year but he loves to hit the ball. After laughing, he will go get the ball and do it again and again. He truly is ALL boy and I love it! Just so you don't think that I am trying to raise a hard core boy, he does like to help cook and push baby strollers, so he is well rounded.

Performing his weekly chore

He has two Radio Flyers. One is just his size, the other would be just right in like 2 years. Naturally, he likes the BIG one that he can't ride by himself. After several attempts to "mount" the bike himself, I helped him on and pushed him around the yard for awhile (until my back started hurting from bending over). He must have felt like a big boy because he cried when he had to get off. He is getting so big and is wanting to do "big boy" things like climb ladders, open front doors and cross the street. They all have one thing in common-danger!

Like Father, like Son. Carson loves music. He will dance any time he hears it even is his car seat which is kind of restrictive but that doesn't stop him from doing his chest pumps. Carson is also a groupie. He loves the drums and guitar and will "drum" until we take the drum sticks away. After playing the drums with Andrew and pretending to play the guitar, he just laid down and watched. He was in heaven.