The Outcome

So my last post explained that last night Stewart and I learned where we would be going for his third year of medical school. It was a tense evening once the area we wanted as our first choice exceeded then number of spots available for that area. There were 18 spots and 21 people that wanted that area, so it was one of the sites that went to lottery. I was not nervous all day long, but once we got there and the area went to lottery I started to feel my nerves becoming unsettled.

The outcome however resulted in a big sigh of relief when our name was pulled out of the basket! So we are now moving to Beckley, WV about 45 minutes away from here. We don’t move until June, so that will give us some time to look and find a place to stay. It is a relief to know what the near future holds for us… I don’t enjoy not having a game plan. Stewart and I feel good about this decision to move to Beckley…I just hope Beckley is as nice to us as Lewisburg has been. Ciao!

Choices Choices Choices

Today Stewart and I will learn where we will be moving for his third year of medical school. For those un-aware, Stewart is going to med school here in West Virginia. Since the school is not located in a big city they are unable to rotate their students thru an adjoining hospital to fulfill the third year requirements. So instead his school has made arrangements with several different hospitals in West Virginia to take their students and give them hospital experience. We have been anticipating this day for a long while now; it will be nice to know where we are going… finally.

Because we wanted to make the best decision on where to move to Stewart and I have taken a few road trips to check out the areas and the hospitals of the sites were most interested in. We have been up north to the northern panhandle of WV and to the eastern part of the state, as well as to the western part of the state. It has been a process of elimination for us. Some areas we visited we loved the town and despised the hospital. Other areas we loved the hospital and disliked the town. We finally narrowed down our decision to a town called Beckley just west of Lewisburg about 45 mins away. But then again our decision could change before the end of the day.

One thing that makes this process even more nerve racking is that, just because we have an idea about were we want to go, does not me we are automatically going to that area. We are competing with 200 plus of Stewart’s classmates for these spots. Each site has a certain number of students that can go there. Tonight all of Stewart’s class will get together and each student will write his/her name down on the paper with their selected site choice. If more students write their name down then a site can hold, that site area will go to lottery. That means if there are 5 spots and 10 people wanted to go there, those 10 peoples names will be put in a hat, figuratively, and the first 5 names called will get that site, while the other 5 have to find a site they can live with, with the areas that still have spots available. This means Stewart and I could end up in an area we have not gone to explore if the area we want goes to lottery and we want to risk it. We have a plan A, B and C but if all those fail… I guess it will all work out.

Wish us luck. On a side note, because of all our mini trips to explore the areas of choice our little Sophie has been to FOUR different states (Ohio, Pennsylvania, West Virginia, and Virginia) all before the age of one month old.

Oh one more thing, Stewart and I decided that it was high time to buy ourselves a couch. We have been using my old twin bed from my single days as our couch, and sense we both decided that we were tired of our legs falling asleep and being uncomfortable all the time, we went out and found ourselves couch. Really we found few couch's with a reasonable price tag, and then we asked Sophie what couch she thought she would like to color on when she got older... and went with the one she chose. Below is a before and after picture. ~HUGS~

Old Couch (PS. Stewart's Grandma Hudson, hand quilted that quilt... she is talented)

The New Couch!!!

Happy Thanksgiving

Someone is excited for her first Thanksgiving... not that she gets to partake of any of the food this year. But her joy is contagious so we wanted to wish everyone a happy and safe Thanksgiving.



Love the Norths

Making Muffins

This past week Sophie and I were home alone and finding ourselves restless and tired of doing the same old thing day in and out so we decided to make Stewart some Gluten Free Autumn Spice Muffins. We would have taken a drive somewhere but Stewart had the car so that meant were on house arrest. Anyway, we both put on our aprons and I gathered all the ingredients/supplies next to where Sophie sat in her bouncer (on the table) and away we went to work. We had a blast mixing, talking, giggling, and passing gas (Sophie not me). In the end Sophie was board but we had some nice homemade mini muffins for Stewart when he got home. He is one lucky man to have two wonderful gals waiting for him at home at the end of the day, and might I add we are pretty lucky ourselves to have such an amazing husband/father who comes home to us each night.

The Cow Onesie

Sophie received this cute cow onesie/pant outfit at my baby shower in Idaho. I love to dress her in this outfit since I came from a dairy farm and it does not help that she is just so darn cute wearing it. I took these pictures so my Aunt Elaine could see her in it (she is the one that gave them to her), I don’t know if she checks my blog so Corinne will have to tell her to go look at it (hint hint Corinne).
Things here are going well, Sophie slept 4 strait hours last night… it was heavenly! Today we got up and were ready for the day all by 9:00am! That is an accomplishment for us, since it has been 11:00 or 12:00 before we have been motivated to do anything. Slowly but surly we are figuring our daily routines out. I love being a mom, but some days I can’t wait for Stewart to get home so I can have some adult conversations, or hand Sophie off to him so I can get some stuff that I have been meaning to do all day done. Plus Stewart does not mind having the chance to be with his daughter.

There really is not much else to post, just wanted to post Sophie’s cow outfit pictures, and for good measure I will throw in a picture of Stewart and Sophie bonding. Ciao!

Sophie in her "moo cow" onesie (don’t worry this was a monitored “tummy time” experience)

Sophie and her Dad