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Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I do not like green eggs and ham, I do not like them Sam-I-Am.

We had green eggs and ham to celebrate Dr. Seuss's birthday yesterday. David read the story to the kids while they ate.

Sammy proclaimed, "I LOVE IT!" as soon as he saw the green eggs and grabbed some right off the serving plate and popped them in his mouth. Green is his favorite color. It was so fun to hear the kids giggling over the story as they ate their dinner.

Gracie also had to pull out her tea set and serve us all "hot chocolate tea" as we ate dinner.

Even Benson loved the green eggs. It was a fun thing to do to celebrate a great author's life and birth.

Random pics of the family.

Here are just a few random pictures of the family for our families to see.
Gracie took this picture of herself. Every once in a while she gets a hold of the camera and it is hilarious to see what she takes pictures of.


David and Benson at a basket ball game we went to for the local basketball team. Gracie proclaimed that basketball is her favorite sport and then was only interested in the bounce slide and coloring pictures of the mascot.

Sammy and I at the game. I think David and I had more fun at the game than the kids did, but it was fun to get out and go somewhere as a family. We are going a little stir crazy with all of the snow we have.


Sammy and Benson swimming in the tub. Sammy fell and hit his head over a week ago and still has a great big bruise to show for it.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Snow Ice Cream

We made ice cream out of snow on Saturday. We mixed some fresh, clean snow with sweetened condensed milk and vanilla. The first part of each bite tastes pretty much like vanilla ice cream. Then the rest of the bite tastes quite a bit like snow.
(In case you are wondering, the little brown spot in the snow is a chocolate crumb. The snow was as clean as possible. It snowed right into my pan.)
We put rootbeer and hot fudge on the ice cream (in separate bowls) and there were smiles all around. The kids are still talking about the snow ice cream. :) They can't wait to do it again.

Yes, Gracie did pick out her own outfit for this picture. How could you tell. ;)

Monday, February 22, 2010

Answered Prayers

I have debated about whether or not to tell this story on my blog because it is kind of personal and not just about me, but my husband keeps bugging me to blog (love you dear) so here goes.

I think that medical school must be really hard. I know it is hard for the families of the students, but I know it is really hard for the students too. I am really glad that I am not in medical school. :)

Knowing that medical school is hard, I think that cramming medical school into three years instead of four must be really really hard. At least it has been for us. I am pretty sure I have mentioned this on my blog before and everyone who reads my blog probably already knows this, but David is in a 3 year medical school program for those interested in going into Primary Care. The school that David is attending just created this program a few years ago. In fact, David is going to be in their first graduating class. It is exciting to know that we are getting done a whole year early and saving ourselves a whole year of school loans, but there have been a few bumps in the road. The biggest bump came just over a month ago. David failed his step 2 boards. It was actually a huge shock. He had been doing fine on all of the practice tests and shelf exams, so we were very surprised when he failed the test by just 2 points (probably one question shy of passing as far as we know how to calculate). Now this would have only been a small hiccup if he had taken the test when he did, and been in a 4 year program. He would have just studied and taken it again. The real problem came because of when he had to take the test because he is in a three year program he wouldn't have a passing grade for "match day." Match Day is when find out where you are going to residency. You rank all of the places you want to go, the places you have interviewed at rank you in the order that they want you, and the computer goes in and gives everyone there top choice that "matches" between the two.

Because David wants to be a family doctor he only interviewed in 4 places. Family medicine isn't very competitive because as far a pay goes, they are pretty low on the totem pole. Most people want to specialize in something that will make them a lot of money (most students don't come out of medical school with less than 200K in debt and you have to pay it off some how). Anyway, we only applied at 4 residencies because David wants to do very specific Family Care and knew that these programs would give him that training. But when we found out that he had failed his step 2 boards we started contacting those 4 residencies and talking to them about our situation.

We heard back from our 2nd choice residency first.

They absolutely would not rank us.

It didn't matter that David had to take the test a full 6-12 months before anyone else. It didn't matter that he only failed it by two points. It didn't matter that he was going to retake it as soon as he could (which wasn't until a week after the match). It didn't matter that he is a great guy that any residency would be lucky to have. He didn't have a passing score before match and so they would not rank him.

Two days later we heard from our 3rd choice residency. They would not rank us.

We only had two choices left. Our 4th choice was very close to home (just a 45 minute drive) and David did a lot of his rotations there. He really liked the hospital, but it isn't as big as we would have liked. Because David worked there so often we were pretty sure they would still rank us. We just weren't sure David could really get the training he needed there. Our biggest fear was that even they would not rank us and that no one would want us because even to "scramble" (to try and get a spot at a residency that didn't fill all of its openings) you need to have passing board scores. Knowing that our last choice would still rank us was something.

Our top choice was a very competitive residency (as far as family medicine goes) and we were pretty sure that they would give us the same answer that the other two residencies had given us. That it was just too much of a risk to rank someone who hadn't passed their boards yet. But from the moment I heard that David had failed his test I started praying. I don't think I stopped praying until we heard back from them. I prayed that they could be our miracle. I prayed that they would be able to see David's worth (because he is amazing and will be an amazing doctor) and that their hearts would be softened to our situation. And Heavenly Father answered our prayers. They ranked us. The doctor that David was in contact with told him that he wasn't ranked as high as he had been before they found out about his test score, but I knew in my heart that we had been given a miracle. They ranked us!

Then came the grueling weeks of waiting to find out where we matched to. I knew we would get our first choice. I knew it in my heart, but in my head it was sometimes hard to be so sure. Satan knows our weaknesses and just how to make us doubt and to bring fear into our lives. I think those may have been the longest 3 weeks of our lives! Waiting and wondering if we would have anywhere to go after David graduated from Medical School.

And then the day was upon us. David was pretty sure we were going to find out we had gotten our 4th choice. I knew it would be our 1st! And it was! We got our first choice! As soon as I found out, I had to get on my knees and thank my Heavenly Father. I know that everything in my life, all of the blessings that I have, come from my wise, loving, and all knowing Heavenly Father. He knows why we had to go through this trial. And someday we may know why. But for now it is enough to know that He loves us and He hears our prayers. Always.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Dear So-and-so

Dear little-boy-with-a-phobia-of-closed-doors,

What am I going to do with you? We went to church on Sunday and all through Sacrament meeting you kept begging to go to nursery (except when you were begging to go home to get some milk). But as soon as it is time to go to nursery, you don't want to go... unless I go with you of course. When I dropped you off at nursery you cried and begged me to stay with you. I snuck away when you were distracted, but when I heard you crying because I was gone a few minutes later I came back. I decided to bring you to my class with me. You came to Relief Society last week and you are actually pretty reverent. You saw Brother May a few minutes before Relief Society started and you know that he has a pocket full of candy for the kids that are good in their classes. He wouldn't give you one until after you went to nursery though. He took you by the hand and took you to nursery himself. As soon as you got into the classroom though you started crying for you mommy. Brother May was able to get you to settle down though and then he left you there and Brother Snedaker took over trying to help you be happy. But you cried for me again. He said he took you out into the hall and you stopped crying but as soon as he tried to take you back into nursery you cried again... until you asked to keep the door open just a little. You seem to be okay as long as there is no closed door in between us. You are the same way at home actually. If the door is closed between us you freak out until you are practically hyperventilating. You are even aware of the door being open when you are fast asleep. Sometimes when your Daddy has to get up early in the morning to go to school he tries to close your door so that he won't wake you up, but you wake up immediately and cry until the door is open. How do you do that? How can you know when you are fast asleep whether the door is open or closed? I am truly amazed by you! You are having a lot of separation anxiety over being apart from your mother. Even if I just leave you in a different room for a second while I go change the laundry or to grab a towel to get you out of the tub. You are constantly telling me, "Don't be right back mom. Don't be right back." Or you come up to me and say. "I am right here mom." I know where you are love, and to quote words much more famous than mine, "I promised I would never leave you, And you should always know, Where ever you may go, No matter where you are, I never will be far away." Don't be afraid Sammy. I love you and I am right here. Forever.

Love,
Your Mom

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Christmas 2009

What a fun Christmas we had. Here are just a few of the highlights...


...lots of hot-chocolate-smiles...


...some treat-snitching while making a gingerbread house...




...that actually never stayed up...



...but we still had fun trying and eating the treats from it...






...a little brotherly love and wrestling...




...lots of snuggling by the fire place...



...some more snuggling and Christmas stories...



And of course Chritmas Eve and Christmas Day. Sadly, on Christmas Eve we were all sick with the flu. Everyone was sick and tired. We spent the day eating crackers, drinking gatorade, and trying to relax between throwing up. Benson fell asleep before the kids even got to open up their new Christmas sweat pants. We watched the Nativity movie made by the church, read the Christmas story, sang Away in a Manger and went to bed. Santa woke David and I up around 3:00am. He needed a little help getting some presents put out (they were just to heavy for him all by himself). I wanted to wake up the kids after he left (around 5:ooam) but we decided that since everyone was sick we would let them (and us) sleep a little longer. Gracie came and woke us up around 7:00. She came running into my room saying she had gone to peek and Santa came and can we please get up now. I sent her in to wake up her brothers and we all made our way down the hall to see what surprises Santa left.


Gracie got a "big pink craft box" (a pink tote with art supplies in it) and a big easel, and a Straberry Shortcake Doll which she proclaimed was "just what she wanted!" I have a video of them all coming out on Christmas morning, but I am having a hard time posting it... I just can't remember how and everything I have tried isn't working. :(



Here is David and me looking a little bit like death warmed over, which is pretty much how we felt.







Here are Sammy and Benson playing with their new train table. Sammy has barely left it alone for a minute since Christmas. I think we have replaced the battery in Thomas 4 times since Christmas he has been so well loved!




We got a lot of other great presents, but the greatest gift we got was being able to feel the Spirit of Christmas in our home. We had a truly beautiful Christmas despite the sickness, and the busyness. Gracie goes to a Christian preschool and to have her come home singing songs about the Savior's birth all month has been wonderful! We have so much to be grateful for!








Wednesday, November 25, 2009

An Example on Life in the Keith Home


I love Baby Blues -- oh, and this is David, Julie doesn't know I"m posting this -- I saw this one, and another one I can't find at the moment, and since their little girl is a red head, and she acts like Gracie, it's perfect. I love this!! This is our house!! sometimes
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Thursday, November 19, 2009

The Statue of "Liderty"

I know, it has been a while since I have blogged, but that is because I have been pretty busy, but for those of you who have been bugging me to put up pictures (you know who you are), here are some from our recent trip to the Statue of Liberty. No matter how many times we tried to teach Gracie how to say Liberty it kept coming out "LiDerty."

It was a really beautiful fall day. There were leaves everywhere and the weather was just perfect!





I am truly not choking my daughter in the above picture. I did have to physically hold on to her to get her to stand still for the picture though. The kids had a great time chasing the seagulls.







There was an amazing feeling of history there on the island. It was fun to teach Gracie about what the Statue of Liberty meant. The kids loved riding the boat and watching the water and talking about the sharks that they were pretty sure were in the water! Ha ha ha. It was such a fun day!

Monday, October 26, 2009

One year older and wiser too!


Last year on October 23rd I was given the best birthday present (two days before my birthday counts as a birthday present doesn't it?) ever! That was the day Benson came to join our family. Since then he has filled our days with laughter and fun. What a sweet little boy he is! He says mama and dada. He can clap his hands, click his tounge, give slobbery kisses, spit, walk and climb stairs. He wants to be included in everything his brother and sister are doing and loves to wrestle with them. It is so fun to see him discover new things. We love you Benson. Happy 1st Birthday! Thanks for coming to our family!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Dear So and So

Dear Fort Wayne,

Why did you have to be so perfect? When we came to visit you this last weekend so David could interview for your residency program we already knew we liked you, but we didn't know that we would love your darling neighborhoods, friendly small town feel, comfortable ward, and impressive residency program. Gracie met the man of her dreams. She announced her intentions of marrying Conner (one of the many friendly resident's children) after whispering back and forth to each other during lunch our first day there. And Sammy even ASKED to go to nursery at church on Sunday. That has NEVER EVER happened! He has actually refused to go for the past few months. A cute Grandpa stopped by our table while we were eating dinner one evening and pulled no less than $1.50 in quarters out of our children's ears. He was dubbed "the magic Grandpa" after that. We loved you Fort Wayne, and that is terrible!!! Now we have to choose between you and another residency that we love! Don't tell anyone yet, but I think I might love you the best!

Sincerely,
The covet-er of your cute houses


Dear GPS,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways! You saved my life you know. Without you I would have sat in a puddle and cried in all the new towns we visited during our trip this last weekend. You make me so happy! I know Sammy didn't like the Halloween monster voice David down-loaded on you, but don't let that hurt your feelings. The rest of us loved it, and David and I got a kick out of having you give us directions in an Australian accent. It made me want to buy a boomerang and say things like "G'day Mate!" So thanks for the good times. I will never leave home without you again.

The one who gets lost in paper bags

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Gracie and David will be signing autographs later.


Yep everyone, that is my husband and daughter on the cover of the DO medical magizine. They are pretty much famous!

Friday, September 18, 2009

Let them eat cake!


Sammy has been extremely emotional lately, breaking into temper tantrums every 5 minutes about the color of bowl that his cereal is in. It is driving me CRAZY! I just have to come look at this picture sometimes to remind me what a sweet little boy he is! He is pretty funny with some of the things he says too. When it is time for him to take a nap he tells me he doesn't want to go to his room, he wants to stay in the house. Anything circle is a moon (even the dots on my shirt). He loves everything green, and he has carried a little car he got in a happy meal around for three days now and has a tantrum when he can't find it. I think he might be OCD.

My little teenager


Gracie came to me yesterday and told me she wanted to go look for a boy for her to marry. She is totally obsessed with getting married and the 10 babies that she has in her tummy. She grabbed a boy in line at preschool on Wednesday and started hugging him and saying that she loved him. What am I going to do? I am going to have to start locking her up!!!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Preschool

Gracie started preschool this week, and what new preschool experience would be complete without the customary picture by the door on the first day of school. The first day (Wednesday) was on open house day. Gracie and I went and met her teachers and found where the bathrooms were and filled out mounds of paperwork. Gracie was destitute when she had to leave. She actually got real tears in her eyes. She asked me if she could sleep over.

Today was the first day that I left her there on her own, and can I say I think my heart is breaking. She just isn't big enough to go to school. I know she was just born yesterday.

This is Sammy's reaction to his sister going to school. He wanted to go with her SO much! He is going to miss "Sissie." I should have taken a picture of my face because it was probably pretty much the same as Sammy's.

Next year Sammy.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

9/11



I remember on 9/11/2001 waking up thinking it was just an ordinary day. David and I had gotten married barely over a month before. We were living in a tiny apartment. I didn't even have a job yet. Oddly enough I had turned down a job working at an airport only a few days before because it didn't feel right. I know there were a lot of layoffs in airlines nationwide, and probably around the world after 9/11 and am pretty sure that if I had taken that job I probably would have been out of a job shortly after. I remember David liked to listen to the news on the radio in the morning (he still does). Soon after he turned it on he started hearing this horrific story about a plane that had crashed into one of the twin towers. He told me he thought it was some fictional story that they were reading on the radio because it just seemed to terrible to be true. But before long he knew the unthinkable was true. He came and told me what had happened. We didn't have a TV. We had been married for only weeks and David's tutoring job at the college just didn't pay enough for us to buy a TV so we stayed at home and sat in the one recliner that we owned (we didn't have a couch either) and held each other and listened to what they were calling "America Under Attack." I remember later that night David had to go to a church meeting and I sat at home and continued to listen to the news and think. I know it made me think about the things that were really important. Family, the true Gospel of Jesus Christ, and my testimony in Him. The same things that I am still most grateful for. Heavenly Father didn't make 9/11 happen, but I do remember the increased faith in Him that spread across the nation after the twin towers fell. My prayer is that that faith in Him may spread and grow again as we remember the anniversary of that terrible day.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Dear So and So,

Dear Smiley Baby,

Can you please tell me why you have decided to stop eating real food and start nursing through the night again? You make me so tired. It is hard on a mama to wake up every two hours to feed you. You were sleeping through the night just a few weeks ago. You have even started turning down your favorite food, bananas, and instead of eating them think they are something fun just to mash onto your tray and in your hair and on your clothes. You are so adorably cute and I love you so much that can't deny you anything you want even when I know you are giving me your "fake cry" (when you are peeking at me through almost closed eyes to make sure I am paying attention to you while you whine at me), and especially not when it is your real "I want my mama" cry. You are the happiest baby. You rarely cry, except during the night when you want us to come get you so you can have your milk fix. Please please please just stay asleep during the night!!!

Love,
The tired one


Dear Pretty Girl,

I am so sorry I hardly noticed when you came into our room this morning. I do vaguely remember hearing you talk to daddy and him telling you to go back to bed, but I was so tired I didn't even realize that you brought your pillow and blanket in and made a bed on the hard, cold, wood floor just so you could be near us. I want to be near you too. I love your hugs and snuggles and the funny jokes you have started telling. Your latest goes something like this, "There were two monkeys in a car with some bananas and oranges." And then you laugh hysterically. I love you! I love your obsession with all things pink and becoming fancy just like Fancy Nancy. I am so happy that you are so excited for preschool, although I want you to just stay little forever. Don't grow up to fast babe. You keep telling me all about your plans for when you are a mom and living in your blue brick house and are married to your brother Sammy and have three little girls. Slow down. Stay my little girl a little bit longer.

Love,
The one who would keep you little forever.


Dear Train-Plane-Truck Boy,

I do love to have you climb in bed next to me in the early morning hours, and to feel you little arms wrap around my neck and to feel your contented sigh on my cheek as you settle in next to me to go back to sleep. What I don't like is when you don't go back to sleep. Instead you wiggle, you giggle, you hum, you play, you climb, you tickle, and you basically just refuse to go back to sleep, and refuse to let me go back to sleep too. Your daddy said it was around 5:00 when you came and climbed in our bed, but somehow it seems to me like it must have been much earlier. And once you climbed in, your sister felt like she needed to be in the bed and then Benson woke up and wanted to nurse and with 5 in the bed the daddy one said "I'm crowded" and went in and spent the remainder of the morning on the couch and slept while I got to wrestle with you. I think you and your siblings planned this to test your mommy to see if she could be happy after no sleep. She failed. Sorry about that, dear one. It doesn't mean I love you any less. I think you are so funny wanting a "potty train," but not wanting to go potty in the potty. You make me laugh when you come crawling up to me pretending to be a puppy or a baby. You ask me about 50 times a day to sing you the temple song or the church song or the song about water on your leg (which is a song that your grandpa used to sing to me when I was a little girl). I love to watch you do head stands against the couch or summersaults all over the house. You don't ride your bike, you run behind it and push it. Your grin lights up your whole face and I love it! You really are a delightful little boy and sometimes I just need you to remind me of that when I haven't slept. You are all boy and it is so fun to have you around.

Love,
The luckiest mom of 3 in the world.



Dear Dirty Laundry,

I have asked you not to come around my house any more. I don't like you and don't know how to get the message through to you that you are not welcome here. "I take no leave of you, dirty laundry. I send no compliments to your mother. You deserve no such attention. I am most seriously displeased."

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Rags to Riches

Gracie and I decided to experiment with some homemade rag curlers yesterday.

When she woke up this morning those rags had turned her hair into riches of copper curls.

We put them in a pony tail and Wah-La!

What a beautiful girl.

I think I love rag curls!