Miss Teen USA 2007 - South Carolina answers a question

You have probably all seen this, but on the off chance that someone hasn't, I decided to post it anyway. It's just that good. Incidentally, AC Slater is my new hero for his control over his facial muscles. I always knew back in the day when I was rushing home to catch Saved BY the Bell reruns after school that there was so much more to him than bulging biceps and gigantic dimples.

Bye, Bye Hubby

Last Saturday was Sam's white coat ceremony. It was a pretty big deal, and it was fun to see him start medical school. Plus, now he can just tell people he's a doctor and look official enough to get away with it. Now that he has a white coat, I think he can legitimately start charging for medical advice, don't you?
After the cloaking ceremony, the university president stood up and gave some cheery spiel about how over the next four years, medical school students wouldn't even have a time for a relationship with themselves, much less their loved ones, and the sooner we got used to that, the better things would be. You may think I am exagerrating, but no. Those were his exact words. Can you blame a girl for wanting her hard facts softened up with a little bit of sugarcoating?
Obviously, I've known all along that Sam isn't going to be around much over the next half dozen years. But even though I always knew that, I don't think I really understood exactly how it would impact me until school started. The first week of classes has just ended, and last week Sam's schedule was as follows: Leave for school by 5:30 a.m. Come home for dinner at 7 p.m. and play with Riley for an hour or so. Go back to school to study some more then come home at midnight.
The good news is that we seem to have a great ward with lots of people our age and in our same situation, so that should really help. Actually, for all you Rooseveltians out there, Beau and Christy Hancock (Gilbert) are actually in our ward. Random, huh? It was great to go to church that first day and see a familiar face.
Anyway, to wrap up this little ramble, I have no doubt that Sam is going to succeed at this medical school business. I'm so proud of him! And yes, you should all pity him for his mountain of a workload and crazy stress. But people, I'm going to have to insist on just a little bit of pity for me too! And if that pity happens to include a box of some chocolate chip cookies, so much the better.

Here's Sam walking down the stairs to the stage. He didn't even trip. If that's not the sign of a future great doctor, I don't know what is.

Sam and Becca after the ceremony. Gmom and Pop, Mom and Dad and Becca and Tyler all drove up from Allen for the day just to come to this. You guys are the greatest!
Just in case you're forgetting with this post about Sam who the primary focus of this blog really should be, here's a picture to jog your memory. (Hint: It's not Becca).

Feelin' the love.

Riley and his cousin, baby Zach

The big move

Pardon the lack of recent posts, but life has been pretty crazy lately. We are now officially Texans no more. Our new house is officially fantastic, and I'll try to get some pics up in the next week or so.
Meanwhile, here are some pics of the day we got all of our junk out of Sarah and Shane's garage (where they have been awesome enough to let us store it all for the past year). Gmom and Pop, Matthew, Grandma and Shane and Sarah were all there to help. It was, of course, 100 million degrees outside that day (typical texas), but Riley and Kathryn still managed to find the energy to run up and down the moving truck ramp an infinite amount of times. How I envy their metabolism.




Eventually, after they had lost half their body weight each in sweat, Sarah pulled out this little sprinkler toy, which the kiddies weren't too fond of running through but loved trying to drink from.

My sweaty husband man.

Gmom, Grandma and Hannah.

Riley was a little peeved when he saw all of his toys being stacked in a big truck, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.