Saturday, January 24, 2009

Final Answer: Nurse Anesthestist

These last couple of days I have intentionally turned off the computer so I could just focus on pondering, taking care of my house, and my family. But I am happy to have a couple of hours today that I can just blog and update.

Towards the end of last month I could feel the spirit preparing me for a change in our life. I had no idea what it was. But looking back, I know I was being prepared. Leif and I make a point of staying clued in on the happenings of the world around us. We all know the state of our economy. It has even effected us in this tiny little town in the middle of nowhere. Many people have been laid off from their jobs and many of them are struggling to find employment elsewhere. There are several housing developments that have been started and are now sitting dormant because of the lack of buyers. Our dear friends have had their home up for sale for over a year. Things are not good for many people. We all have hopes that things will turn around quickly, but realistically speaking that's not likely. It's very possible that it will get worse before it gets better.

All of these things have caused Leif and I to reconsider the path that he is on for school. His end goal was a Business degree. But business might not be the most secure destination for us. It would be very sad and frustrating if we took all of the time and money to go to school, only to have a nightmare of a time finding employment once he graduated.

With that said, I'll tell you what decision that we have been led to. Leif is going to steer back to the medical field. He is going to earn a Registered Nursing degree. He will then earn a Bachelors Degree in Nursing, and finally he will earn a Masters Degree as a Nurse Anesthestist (anesthesia.) This is a field of nursing that is in high demand. The salary range is wonderful as well as the ability to work wherever we want to work.

Leif has always enjoyed the medical field. But he steered away from it because of the schooling involved. But he has now realized that he doesn't mind the student life as much as he thought he would. This is a good thing. Because we have a career in schooling before the career as a Nurse Anesthetist. The following is the plan that we wrote out for our future. I had to do this in order to fathom what our life will be like for the next several years. This will be our final decision. If this plan changes, it will not be because we wanted it to.

Spring January-May 2009: Leif NAU (Business), Lena finish GCNM
Summer May-August 2009: Leif (Any missing classes), Lena MCC
Fall September-December 2009: Leif MCC
Jakob 5 (Kindergarten) Caleb 1
Stay in F
Spring January-May 2010: Leif MCC (Weekends SG, M)
Summer May-August 2010: Lena MCC
Fall September-December 2010 Leif MCC (Weekends SG, M)
Jakob 6 (1st Grade) Caleb 2 Lena PG(?)
Stay in F
Spring January-May 2011: Leif MCC and NAU(Weekends SG, M, DAYS K)
Summer May-August 2011: Leif NAU (Online and K)
Fall September-December 2011 Leif NAU (Online and K)
Jakob 7 (2nd Grade) Caleb 3 (Preschool) Baby Born(?)
Stay in F
Spring January-May 2012: Leif Hospital
Summer May-August 2012: Leif Hospital
Fall September-December 2012: Leif Hospital
Jakob 8 (3rd Grade) Caleb 4 (Preschool) Baby 1
Stay in F or SG
Spring January-May 2013: Leif Hospital
Summer May-August 2013: Leif Hospital
Stay in F or SG
Fall September-December 2013: Leif Masters Program
Jakob 9 (4th Grade) Caleb 5 (Kindergarten) Baby 2
Move to Masters Program Location
Spring January-May 2014: Leif Masters Program
Summer May-August 2014: Leif Masters Program
Fall September-December 2014 Leif Masters Program
Jakob 10 (5th Grade) Caleb 6 (1st Grade) Baby 3 (Preschool) Lena PG(?)
Spring January-May 2015 Leif Masters Program
Summer May-August 2015 Leif Masters Program
Fall September-December 2015 Leif Begins as a Nurse Anesthetist
Jakob 11 (6th Grade) Caleb 7 (2nd Grade) Baby 4 (Preschool) Baby Born(?)
Move to Nurse Anesthetist location

Draper Temple and the Dinosaur Museum

I have been so busy since we got home from our little road trip that I haven't been able to give details on how fun it was. We went to SL to go through the new LDS Draper Temple open house with Grandma and Grandpa Hunt. We also took the time to take Jakob the Dinosaur Museum while we were there.
I was disappointed because the book on CD that I purchased just for the trip didn't arrive on time. But my friend Harmony saved the day and loaned us a couple of fun LDS mystery novels. We all really enjoy listening to the books as we travel. I love that Jakob tries to follow the stories too. The Draper temple was beautiful, of course. We tried to help Jakob understand how special it was that he was able to walk through a temple before he was 12 years old. My dad was able to hold Caleb on his lap, so I was able to walk with Jakob and talk with him throughout the tour. We discussed the different paintings hanging on the walls and the story behind them. We also took the stairs instead of the elevator and we talked about the fact that as we climbed the stairs it was symbolic of us getting closer and closer to our Heavenly Father. It was a really special moment as a mother to be able to walk through the temple with my little family.
We wanted to surprise Jakob with the trip to the Dinosaur Museum. He saw the museum as we drove past it on our way to my parents. So he was talking about it almost non stop after that. But we all managed to convince him for a while that we were going to go to a Carrot Museum instead of the Dinosaur Museum. He believed us at first, then he got upset because he wanted to go to the Dinosaur Museum so bad. I could just hear his little mind thinking how strange it was that Mama and Papa wouldn't take him somewhere that he wanted to go to so bad. We still kept it light hearted and told him that we would let the car decide where we would go. He was thrilled to see the Dinosaur Museum as we drove up to say the least.:) We watched a 3D dinosaur movie, Played in a river of sand, water, and dinosaurs, dug for dinosaur bones, and ran through the museum like a four year old:) The next morning Jakob had fun eating dinosaur pancakes.

Camera Frenzy

I have had my camera for a few weeks now and haven't had time to expand on how fun it has been. The truth is that Leif has been able to learn more about all of it's features then I have. I just haven't had the time to play with it. But it's fun to see all of the fun that he has with it. I will have fun while I take a digital photography class soon. Here are some of the fun photos that we took as we were figuring out the camera:

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

A Dream Fulfilled

Today Jakob and I sat together and witnessed history in the making. As we sat together watching the inauguration of Barack Obama, I was struck once again at the intensity of my patriotism.

I Love our country, and I am trying to instill that love in my children.

I do not agree with everything that President Obama hopes to accomplish. However, I do respect him as our president. As I listened to him speak today, I believed that he believes in what he says. He is not the "typical" politician. I actually felt like I was experiencing a breath of fresh air as I listened.

I drove past a church this afternoon. It was named "New Hope Bible Church." I reflected on that name and realized that is how I feel about our new president, a new hope.

My hope is that my children will be able to look to president Obama as a man who is an example of integrity. I hope that he will be able to resist the prideful pressure that is so heavy in the political world. I hope he will find a way to help the American people find a way to help themselves. I hope that he will remember his dream for America.

Dreams do come true. Today we witnessed the fulfillment of a dream.

Martin Luther King, Jr.
"I Have a Dream"

delivered 28 August 1963, at the Lincoln Memorial, Washington D.C.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

Monday, January 19, 2009

Caleb's Crawling

This evening we were all getting ready for Family Home Evening when Caleb gave us a fun surprise. He really wanted whatever it was that Jakob was holding and before we knew it, he was crawling for it. I knew that he was really close to crawling earlier today. So I stripped him down to his onesie so he didn't have to work around his baggy clothes. It seemed to do the trick. Now he's able to get around double time. He has been doing the army crawl for the last week, and getting around fast. Now he's just faster.

Nine months and two weeks old and he's finally sleeping in at least three hour stretches, and crawling. My baby is growing up...
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