White Coat

I am a proud Wifey! My little Pauly has grown up and earned the title, Student Dr. Paul Fawson. Won't be long till we can take off the student, but for now we'll celebrate this. He is now able to see patients which will give him the needed skills to feel confident when he graduates. It was a nice ceremony. They had some more serious speakers and a pretty funny guy who talked about some of the things gross and cool that they may encounter in the next 5 years. It had us all laughing, but Paul says that guy gives the same speech every time so he has heard it about 5 times already now. That's alright, this time it was directed to him.

All I can think of, is that he was posing as a student without privileges???? I don't know why he did a sad face. Looked pretty dang good though didn't he?!

Him receiving his jacket...

Look at my happy husband now.

His whole class. Congratulations to you all!!!

That is his friend Fadi. They look pretty nice in those Jackets. His wife is due 4 days after me. (Sorry for the side note)

I hadn't eaten in a while so I was sick. Keep that in mind since I look so uncomfortable.

I know dark picture, but the lighting was terrible. This is Paul's car pool group. The Mormons are looking good! (Everyone kept coming up and asking if they could take a picture with the Mormons. I guess that's what everyone calls them)

This is Paul's Indian son who happens to be 2 years older than him. His name is Abinosh and he is the life of the party if there is Karaoke.

Abi and the Mormons

Mike and Paul. They didn't take their jackets off even though it was a thousand degrees outside. I was a sweaty mess and I didn't have several layers on. They were proud and they should be. Many in their original class were not so lucky as to make it on this far so I am proud of his diligence to his school work. Even when it gets frustrating I know it's leading to something great for the both of us. This is the first step in a 7 year journey. 2 down 5 to go. YAY FOR student DR. FAWSON!!!!

Don't fight with tables

While getting kids ready for a bath (yes they were running around like crazy people) Bryant decided to trip and Superman dive into to corner of the table. I didn't even turn around because I was changing a poopy diaper, but Paul saw the whole thing. He was crying and covering his head so Paul just calmly tells him to come over to him. After turning around and uncovering his head, Ive never seen Paul run so fast. The blood was just pouring out of his head, as head wounds do. I had to quickly dress both kids while Paul held on to his head to stop some bleeding. We jumped in the car for our 4 hour ER stay. By the time we got there, the bleeding was under control and it didn't even look like it was that bad. That is until the Dr. came in and squished it open to see how deep it was. It was at least a half inch deep. 4 stitches it was. They burrito wrapped him in a sheet and gave him the litocain. As you can imagine, he screamed through that part, but before they even started stitching you could hear snoring coming from under the blanket. He was out through the whole rest. We bandaged him up like a wounded soldier and home we went. It was 11 before we got home and the poor little guys were fast asleep before you know it. I think he learned a valuable lesson. Don't fight with a table...you will lose.

Thew best picture of the stitches we could get

Right after he got them out he still didn't want to be without a band aide so the doc drew a smiley with a cut over the eye for him. He loved it and wore it for 3 days.

I know hard to see it, but this is it all better 7 days later!

A much happier buddy!