Yesterday, Jill and I went to pillage the remains of my cousin Jeff's Philadelphia apartment. Our prime goal was to secure his bed, a double (aka full size), and trickle May's bed down to El Destructo. Jeff left a lot of good things at his apartment for us. We got a bottle of fancy vodka and about 18 rolls of toilet paper a long with a numerous assortment of cleaning supplies. The mattress fit into the car, but the box spring had to be strapped to the roof. Everything went fairly smoothly with the transport except when crossing the Ben Franklin bridge over the Delaware river as we left Pennsylvania and entered New Jersey, the box spring began to flap and bounce on the roof of the car.

I was fine with that and put my hand out the window to support the effort of the five or six bunjee cords that were holding the box spring to the roof. Jill, who is a little more worried when we endanger the lives of innocents during interstate travel, also held the box spring. When we arrived at our house, safely, the most important bunjee cord - the one in the back - had fallen off. Nevertheless, everyone survived and all of our panic and worries are now nothing but an intro for a blog entry.

May was excited about her new be, "My new bed is gigantic!"

Ben celebrated his upgrade and May's upgrade by bouncing on the beds. No one got hurt in the bed bouncing.

Dear blog reader,

Thank you for returning to my site. I hope that I will return as well and will be posting more regularly now that I am done with the surgical portion of my medical education.

I just finished studying with the Ob/Gyn department and enjoyed it a great deal. However, this field of medicine is probably not for me. I did get to learn a few interesting things - for example, the greek root words of 'obstetrics' are equivalent to 'to stand and wait.' I did a fair amount of waiting on Labor & Delivery. I also got to deliver two babies, which was tremendously exciting, and OB/Gyn is an exciting field, but maybe a little too exciting for me. Even from my brief exposure to this field, I could see that there are many times when practitioners have to make decisions in a matter of seconds which expose or relieve a huge amount of risk to mom or baby or both. In pathology, a strong possibility for my future specialty, the most exciting decision is which textbook to read next.

My next rotation is psychiatry.

May got to go to the zoo this week on a field trip with her pre-K class. She told me that she got to feed, pet, and go into a room with baby spider monkeys. She told me that she got to feed the monkeys Fruit Loops, popcorn, and animal crackers. It seems like this is a real possibility as she is sticking to the details of her story. She also said that, no, they did not lock the kids in the room with the monkeys by themselves, and yes, the zookeeper told them they had to be gentle when petting the monkeys. I must admit, I felt a twinge of jealousy.

El Destructo is racking up the damage to our property. I was able to re-hang the curtain rods that he pulled down, but still need to repair the passenger-side rearview mirror that he swung on 'like Spiderman' and broke of the Blazer. Saturday afternoon, barring rain, is my time slot for this aggrevating and tedious task. My cousin Bill once told me that 'having a girl first does not adequately prepare you for having a boy.' More true words have never been spoken as it is exhausting to try to keep up with him and keep him out of danger.

It rained pretty much all week in the Philly metro area. I used to think it rained more in this part of the country than it does in Wisconsin, but after thinking things over, I've decided that I merely notice the rain more acutely as I no longer have a car in which to hide when the rain comes.

More soon.