Phil & Gabe say hi!

Hi!!  This is Philip.  Lacey has been wanting me to write on this blog about med school for a little while now, so here it is. 

Six days a week, I spend pretty much all day down at the school.  I really like how they have med school set up.  Every quarter is split up into four 3-week blocks, and we focus on a certain part of the body.  For example, during this last block, we studied the GI tract (the stomach, esophagus, & intestines) and their associated organs (liver, kidneys, spleen, gallbladder, and appendix).  In class, we studied the GI tract through different disciplines, including Gross Anatomy (identifying all the different parts of these organs, their arteries and veins, nerves, and some associated diseases), Histology (microscopic views of these body parts & associated cells), Physiology (how the body moves food along the GI tract and what it releases in response to food), and Biochemistry (how the body breaks down the food on a chemical basis).  As the year moves on, I'll start taking additional classes like pharmacology, microbiology, pathology, and others.  It is a really cool way to approach medicine.

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I'm in class between 2-4 hours a day, and then I spend the rest of the day doing other things.  Three times a week, I go to the Anatomy lab with two other students.  At the beginning of the year, the three of us were given a body.  He/she had donated his/her body to the med school.  Since mid-August, we have dissected out the back, arms and shoulders, chest and belly, and organs.  The smell takes some getting used to, but it is such a helpful and necessary way for a future doctor to learn about the body.  Twice a week, we'll go to the Histology lab and look at tissues under slides.  Also twice a week, we go and practice Manipulative Medicine.  So far, we have learned how to treat many dysfunctions and disorders of the spine and their associated muscles (like what you have, Dad). Throughout the weeks, we'll do additional things such as physician shadowing, practicing taking histories and treating actors from the community, getting CPR-certified, learning injection techniques, etc.  I'll spend the rest of the day studying, except for lunch and dinner with Lacey and sleeping.  Though it is difficult and very time-intensive, medical school has been an amazing experience!

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Now, I do know the main reason anyone goes to this blog:  to see and hear about Gabe.  :)  No problem, here it is:

Lacey is an amazing mother.  She is so good with Gabe, and they are so funny together.  Every once in a while, I am home for story time.  In particular, Gabe likes this Sesame street book.  If you push the buttons on the side, you can sing along with the provided lyrics.  The songs are commons ones, like Ring around the Rosie, but the lyrics are totally different.  They are usually about Elmo playing with someone. So, I'll be sitting at my desk in the living room studying, and I'll hear them with this book.  Lacey, being the awesome mother that she is, starts singing in a cowboy voice with Gabe in her lap.  She'll belt out this song, often times missing a lot of notes, but Gabe is loving it.  Sometimes he is as quiet as a mouse, other times he is slapping the book, trying to turn the pages, or cooing.  Gabe loves it when his mother reads to him, and if you get the chance when we are back in Utah, see if you can listen to Gabe & Lacey singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Bug.

That's all, thanks for reading the blog, and love ya'll.

Finals, Finally!

Finals in med school are not like finals anywhere else.  You study your pants off for two weeks straight, breaking only to eat, sleep or change your contacts to glasses.  No mercy.  And then, the tests are the hardest yet! And the longest!

Luckily, the finals finished yesterday at 3:30, and since then, Phil has been detoxing.  He didn't think he would go through withdrawals, but he keeps saying, "I'm bored. I feel like I should be doing something."  He watched ESPN for awhile, but even that couldn't hold his attention for too long! Gabe enjoyed it though.

Tonight, we celebrated by going to Colton's Steakhouse.  It's a Texas Roadhouse-esque, peanut shells-on-the-floor type of establishment.  I had a gift card and we thought it would be a good time to use it.  It was pretty good.  Phil liked his steak and his fried okra (which he hasn't had since the mission), but my salad was only so-so.  Gabe loved it!  I swear, he ate half of the mozzarella sticks himself!  And, there was a little girl sitting behind him who kept stealing his attention away.

Anyways, it's good to have Phil all to ourselves for the next week!

G'Day Mate!

Here's Gabe in his souvenir PJs and kangaroo backpack that he got from his Grandma and Grandpa Ross, who just returned from an adventure to New Zealand and the Down Under.  Gabe had his own adventure in his new gear. 

He got pretty tired pretty quick, so he abandoned his heavy pack and went to bed. Thanks Grandma & Grandpa!

Yesterday, Gabe accomplished another "first": he did his first handstand!  Yep, a straight upside-down body, fully supported by his little arms.  He suspended for a minute in the air and then settled down into the standard headstand (also a first), from which he toppled onto the floor.  And cried.  Would you like to see the process leading up to the first handstand/headstand?  Thought so.

So, it was time for me to take the chicken out of the crockpot, shred it, and then return it to finish cooking.  And, I knew that it was going to take some heavy brain power to come up with an activity to keep Gabe busy enough for long enough for me to do it without him hanging on my legs and getting stepped on.  Light Bulb!  I pulled down the dishwasher door, removed the freshly cleaned sharp knives and let Gabe do his business.  Side note: if Gabe is in the other room and I open up the dishwasher to get something or to put something in, he recognizes the sound and books it into the kitchen to have a shot at playing with all the dishes.  Anyway, I stood right next to the dishwasher as I shredded and could see Gabe, rolling the bottom tray back and forth and grabbing forks and measuring spoon and banging them on the dishwasher door, out of the corner of my eye the whole time. 

I finally got the chicken back in the crockpot and looked down to find Gabe sitting on top of the dishwasher door!  I have no idea how he climbed up there as climbing was still not in his repertoire.  But, he was having the time of his life just playing with the dishes up close and personal. I ran to get my camera.

Here he is trying to lick the already clean plates clean.

And then, he decided it was time to come down, differently, of course, than how he climbed on. Here is the first step of his dismount.  There are no more pictures of the process because I was so curious as to how he was going to make it work that I quit snapping.

He reached over the edge of the dishwasher until both hands were touching the floor.  And then, he shimmied his body, while both grunting and screaming in frustration, until the weight of his body fell completely on his arms.  Like I said before, he was straight up for a little, until his arms gave out, and then his head took over. 

It looks like Gabe may be the next gymnast in the family.  Watch out Uncle Ryker!

Another Review

So, I still can't think of anything to write about/tell, except that Phil has been uber-busy studying.  We're talking studying from 7:00 in the morning until well after midnight, with a short break for lunch and dinner, every single day!  He had block testing this morning, and he's got Finals on Friday.  Below is a shot of him in action from tonight, a scene I rarely get to witness since he is usually at the library.

I've been making lots of cookies for various occasions.  We keep the extras and eat them.  I don't have any pictures of the cookies because, ya know, they're gone already.

Gabe has been exploring some gustational delights, the most recent of which is: soap.  Yep, the bathroom bar of soap.  I turned around for literally a minute and he had already devoured a pretty good chunk of the bar that was left (cough - Phil - cough) on the edge of the tub.  Gabe thought it was really tasty and got pretty upset when I took it away.

Other than that, I'm at a lost of cool/interesting things to tell.  So, I'll post some older videos of Gabe (consider it a Gabe-explosion) that I was meaning to post but never did.  I apologize in advance: I wasn't able to edit the videos, so some are kind of lengthy.

This first video was from over a month ago.  If you watch the first 1:00, you've seen it all.

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This Week In Review

I'm too tired to figure out something to write, so I'll just post some pictures of Gabe from this week, most of them in the tub. This blog really should be Gabe's Blog. . .

 

What Happens When You Leave Your Child Alone For Two Minutes...

He crawls into the kitchen, opens the spice drawer, pulls out the salt, ground mustard and nutmeg, pries the lid off the salt shaker and dumps its contents onto the floor, and licks up everything he can!

Oh man!  Gabe makes me laugh harder and harder every day!  At least he dumped out the kosher salt - if he would've gotten into the sea salt . . . :)

Here are some other post-church pictures from today (also, curiously, in the kitchen - he loves his food!):

Thumbs Up!

As you may well remember from awhile ago, the Missourians have come up with some pretty special names for Gabe.  Another name, fondly given to him by the check-out lady at Walmart (and I say the check-out lady because out of the gazillion check-out lines at Walmart, we always seem to get hers), is "booger."  This came to mind today because, quite simply, Gabe has boogers.  Lots and lots of boogers.  They are more like snot, really, and they seem to pour out of his nose.  Every time he breathes out, a booger bubble grows and pops and then runs down his upper-lip into his mouth.  Yum!

I think his overabundance of boogers may be due to the colder weather we've been having, and whenever we go out for a walk, no matter how many layers he has on, the cold air seems to go right to his nose.  Gabe loves walks.  Most babies love walks, I know.  But, they have this paralytic-kind affect on Gabe so that he settles right into a trance as soon as his bottom hits the stroller.  If I had it in me, we could probably walk for hours and he'd never make a sound. He looks straight ahead and drops whatever he's holding and goes rigid.  Every once and awhile, he raises a hand, or both, as if to say, "Hey, I'm really liking this walk," but that's all.  Yesterday, in the bitter cold, Gabe gave me a thumbs up!