<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871</id><updated>2011-12-26T21:42:27.992-05:00</updated><category term='Welcome rafters'/><category term='Labor Day thoughts'/><category term='Summertime'/><category term='Occupational'/><category term='Garage sale finds makes me think'/><title type='text'>Carne Current</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8499851174257460107</id><published>2011-12-26T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:42:28.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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One is pretty and edifying and one is just pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful one is &lt;a href="http://www.shepardmusic.com/music.php"&gt;"Psalm 119 In Song"&lt;/a&gt;, written and composed by Susie Kimbrough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love it, it is easy to listen to and maybe by next year we will have the whole Psalm memorized without even working on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other CD we got in the mail today and we have spent the afternoon laughing our way through it. Before I tell the name of the CD Iwill say that a couple of years ago some friends bought the kids the album called &lt;a href="https://store.rabbitroom.com/product/slugs-bugs-bundle"&gt;"Slugs, Bugs and Lullabies"&lt;/a&gt;They loved it . Then they received &amp;nbsp;"A Slugs and Bugs Christmas". Loved that one too. They are on the silly side, but my kids are just the right age for this music. Close to Thanksgiving &amp;nbsp;the Christmas CD died a terrible death and while we were looking online for how to reorder it we saw that there was a new album. Called "Under Where?" &amp;nbsp;We could not believe it. My kids thought they invented that game! Where they tell someone to look under something but mumble at the end of their sentence so the person says, "Under WHERE?" And then everyone explodes with laughter except for the sheepish person who said it, who then immediately begins his own quest to make someone else accidentally say "Under WHERE"? Hilarious. Close relative to but a little more grown up than the game where poop, potty, bathroom and bottom are inserted randomly into conversation and everyone laughs like hyenas. &amp;nbsp;Nice to find a songwriter who gets their sense of humor. So we ordered "Under Where". Please note that it really isn't about underwear. &amp;nbsp;That song is just a little piece of it. All three of these CD's are a good mixture of pointing kids to the Lord and good family fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-805183588398831575?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/805183588398831575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=805183588398831575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/805183588398831575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/805183588398831575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/12/under-where.html' title='Under Where?'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-1413755793359585097</id><published>2011-11-24T14:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T15:18:51.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice cream is good</title><content type='html'>Supporting the local businesses is something that I have dedicated myself to since moving to Prineville. Has been pretty rough, and usually means an exercise program and a good stain removal system is needed. Have really enjoyed getting settled in to Central Oregon. The children have jumped right in to school, doing work every Tuesday with a group in Redmond, about 30 min west from us. They have lots of work during the week to prepare for these sessions. They also are attending a Friday local co-op with Science and Music training.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; They all played AYSO soccer this summer, have been busy riding bikes, fishing the creek across the street, hiking local trails, and of course the local obligatory trips to local culinary businesses to help stimulate the economy. We are on call a lot here, but the call that we are on is much less taxing than any I have imagined. I am helping cover another local hospital, in Madras, about 40 min to the northeast where I take call every Friday, and one weekend a month.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Passing my written board exam was definitely the highlight of my summer, much more so than graduating from residency, and I look forward to my shot at the oral exam in March. Have definitely enjoyed hiking, a short camping trip, riding bikes, running on trails and with a local weekly running group, tackling some world-class mountain biking trails, teaching Alec how to fish, and seeing the sunshine every day! &amp;nbsp;In addition, we were able to take in several OSU football games (THE Oregon State University, for all of my midwest buddies) with my dad and Maria, as well as with Grandma and Grandpa Seppa. &amp;nbsp;Kristi and I even got to go to an outdoor Alison Krauss concert in Bend, which was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; We look forward to being able to continue to explore the amazing outdoor activities here, get to know our families again, and make new friends and become more involved in the local community and church. We have been very blessed with quick friendships with a couple of families at the church we are attending, with the job I have, being close to family, and the smooth transition we have enjoyed so far. Our home in Ohio is possibly sold, which is yet another reason to be grateful. We have much for which to be thankful, and for this we truly give thanks to God for so much that we have been given, that we enjoy, and that has been promised to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oM9J5NV04sfFSSZMcNYRZ5dCsPzBSwpMS__YlxPQCeM?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xwqeWsrhQ5Y/Ts6d6shxJJI/AAAAAAAAuAU/2iWz-vlCwx4/s640/Goodys%252520is%252520good.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/FallWinter2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCLPy1_amyvzzbQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall/Winter 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi and the kids belly up to the bar at Goody's Ice Cream&amp;nbsp;Parlor&amp;nbsp;in Prineville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Pe-wCqPigGLB9RAB5i0aNZdCsPzBSwpMS__YlxPQCeM?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="206" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-R3KMrGfm2iY/Ts6d5z9mChI/AAAAAAAAuAQ/Hg-XqeieEOg/s288/Alec%252520Licorice%252520Ice%252520cream.JPG" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/FallWinter2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCLPy1_amyvzzbQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall/Winter 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec tries out the licorice ice cream, white shirt and all. Talk about living on the edge! Nobody said it would be easy supporting the local community, but with lots of practice with more neutral colors and similarly colored upper apparel, one can then graduate on to more senior moves like this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-1413755793359585097?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/1413755793359585097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=1413755793359585097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/1413755793359585097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/1413755793359585097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/11/ice-cream-is-good.html' title='Ice cream is good'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xwqeWsrhQ5Y/Ts6d6shxJJI/AAAAAAAAuAU/2iWz-vlCwx4/s72-c/Goodys%252520is%252520good.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-37914354996272925</id><published>2011-11-09T00:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T01:03:35.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of Summer Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The kids new favorite place to spend some change on treats is on the main street in Prineville: "Goody's"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dC7d3zwRays/TroVZuDJjWI/AAAAAAAAt_8/qu6LdN1MbaA/s1600/9%2B5%2B11%2BAnne%2BPati%2Bgoodys.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dC7d3zwRays/TroVZuDJjWI/AAAAAAAAt_8/qu6LdN1MbaA/s320/9%2B5%2B11%2BAnne%2BPati%2Bgoodys.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672870212228713826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is always so hard to decide, but they let you get a few cents of this and a few cents of that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1LkpHkfoEI/TroVY2awkeI/AAAAAAAAt_w/ZWsi_iemje4/s1600/9%2B5%2B11%2BKids%2BGoodys.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1LkpHkfoEI/TroVY2awkeI/AAAAAAAAt_w/ZWsi_iemje4/s320/9%2B5%2B11%2BKids%2BGoodys.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672870197295354338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went for a walk down by the Crooked River at the tail end of summer. Made the kids wash up before we did it so we could take some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-18xFKxDByXU/TroVX-7wj9I/AAAAAAAAt_k/Af2-t2nKApo/s1600/9%2B5%2B11%2BJan%2BBridge.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-18xFKxDByXU/TroVX-7wj9I/AAAAAAAAt_k/Af2-t2nKApo/s320/9%2B5%2B11%2BJan%2BBridge.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672870182401380306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They wanted to be in the river, or fishing in the river, not walking beside it, but they humored us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cc4EPoaQcGc/TroVXnd1KnI/AAAAAAAAt_U/PlRJQSEnus0/s1600/9%2B5%2B11%2BGoofy%2Bkids%2Brail.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cc4EPoaQcGc/TroVXnd1KnI/AAAAAAAAt_U/PlRJQSEnus0/s320/9%2B5%2B11%2BGoofy%2Bkids%2Brail.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672870176101837426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZe_fSAEeGI/TroVXZ7esLI/AAAAAAAAt_M/fP820LHrjJQ/s1600/9%2B5%2B11%2Bkids%2Briver%2B2%2Bfix.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZe_fSAEeGI/TroVXZ7esLI/AAAAAAAAt_M/fP820LHrjJQ/s320/9%2B5%2B11%2Bkids%2Briver%2B2%2Bfix.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672870172468097202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Took these pictures right before we started school for the year. We are now into week ten of school, so these picture are pretty outdated :) All the kids are probably wearing different sizes now than they were then!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It has been a busy fall for our family, but we are really grateful for the new people and places God has put into our lives. We are learning new things and especially enjoying getting to see David more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-37914354996272925?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/37914354996272925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=37914354996272925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/37914354996272925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/37914354996272925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/11/end-of-summer-pictures.html' title='End Of Summer Pictures'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dC7d3zwRays/TroVZuDJjWI/AAAAAAAAt_8/qu6LdN1MbaA/s72-c/9%2B5%2B11%2BAnne%2BPati%2Bgoodys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-39357913672840191</id><published>2011-08-23T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T20:07:25.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Tournament and Horse Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FymecUrD8SM/TlRAumcWH-I/AAAAAAAAtwc/4jmiRXAhDpQ/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FymecUrD8SM/TlRAumcWH-I/AAAAAAAAtwc/4jmiRXAhDpQ/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;We had to join in soccer late this year, but it was just nice that they made room for us. It has been the best part of the summer for the kids. We have spent most of the evenings for the last two weeks out at the Les Schwab fields watching kids practice or play a game. Jan and Alec got put on the same team and it has been nice to have them on the same schedule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;This past Saturday was in the 90's and we spent all day watching soccer. Pati played four games (5 minute quarters), Anne played 3 games (10 minute quarters) and Jan and Alec played four games also. Jan and Alec's team went undefeated and won the tournament. The most exciting thing was that their team really worked hard to play as a team, to learn how to set up and pass better. It was a great day even though it was so hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghalCC1CfJY/TlRAu6_hAlI/AAAAAAAAtwk/9nrLvdMcmNE/s1600/IMG_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghalCC1CfJY/TlRAu6_hAlI/AAAAAAAAtwk/9nrLvdMcmNE/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Monday morning, early, Jan set out for River Run Christian Horse Camp. Just three days this year, since it is her first year of being old enough and I think it would be better to save the longer camp for when she is older. This is really a dream come true for her and we were excited that she had the opportunity to go and do this. The younger kids are really happy for her, and are looking forward to being old enough to go do it too. This afternoon they were supposed to go float in the Crooked River which runs through the ranch. We can't wait to hear all about it when she gets home. Maybe I will ask her to write the next post !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-39357913672840191?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/39357913672840191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=39357913672840191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/39357913672840191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/39357913672840191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/08/soccer-tournament-and-horse-camp.html' title='Soccer Tournament and Horse Camp'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FymecUrD8SM/TlRAumcWH-I/AAAAAAAAtwc/4jmiRXAhDpQ/s72-c/IMG_0203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-6424106152576895147</id><published>2011-08-18T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:28:02.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MblcO-CKN9w/Tk2D4I5SXwI/AAAAAAAAtv0/lmDtaGnfZog/s1600/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MblcO-CKN9w/Tk2D4I5SXwI/AAAAAAAAtv0/lmDtaGnfZog/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hEwAqw_YhYY/Tk2D4dVDG-I/AAAAAAAAtv8/ImGsmLCEtjc/s1600/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hEwAqw_YhYY/Tk2D4dVDG-I/AAAAAAAAtv8/ImGsmLCEtjc/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;The girls got tired of waiting for us to live in a neighborhood where we could have real living pets, so they tore apart some cardboard boxes, designed some saddles and horses and set up a barn on the front porch. There are three horses out there so far and they all have spent hours out there riding and taking care of them. I like these horses. For now, they are just right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-6424106152576895147?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/6424106152576895147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=6424106152576895147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6424106152576895147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6424106152576895147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-pets.html' title='New Pets'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MblcO-CKN9w/Tk2D4I5SXwI/AAAAAAAAtv0/lmDtaGnfZog/s72-c/IMG_0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-3657887221275044636</id><published>2011-08-18T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:18:40.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYwaH_RJUi0/Tk2Br1HUr6I/AAAAAAAAtvY/I2cWmiZJAH8/s1600/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYwaH_RJUi0/Tk2Br1HUr6I/AAAAAAAAtvY/I2cWmiZJAH8/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;David took his boards last week and we scheduled a camping trip at Tumalo State Park to celebrate that this test, for this year, is over. We hope that he never has to take it again….he will find out in September, but for a few days he is taking a study break and we really enjoyed being together outside. We only had time to go for one night, and it was so much fun! We made hobo stew and roasted marshmallows and rode bikes and did part of the junior ranger program and floated in the Deschutes….and got marshmallow in our hair and came home really dirty and smelling like smoke. It was great. We can't wait to go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-3657887221275044636?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/3657887221275044636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=3657887221275044636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3657887221275044636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3657887221275044636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/08/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYwaH_RJUi0/Tk2Br1HUr6I/AAAAAAAAtvY/I2cWmiZJAH8/s72-c/IMG_0163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-6021680508557994931</id><published>2011-07-15T01:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T02:08:27.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Neighborhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKJBgfeqoTE/Th_WfGZJFVI/AAAAAAAAs3o/Px6-Abhn6dk/s1600/photo.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKJBgfeqoTE/Th_WfGZJFVI/AAAAAAAAs3o/Px6-Abhn6dk/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629453889016763730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Been a busy month with some big changes for our family. It has been nice to be back in the NW - the air is so fresh. That seems like a funny thing to say, but I think it every time I open a window or go out the door.&lt;div&gt;We left our house in Akron with some sadness and the kids have been pretty open about their gratefulness for our home there, their familiar neighborhood and neighbors, our good routine and some special family friends. Most nights there are tears from somebody, remembering good times and special people and struggling a little with the unfamiliar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a difficult time finding a rental here and the house we are in did not open up until two or three days before our moving truck arrived. It is near the hospital where David will work and close enough in town to ride our bikes to the store, the library, the park or the swimming pool. Across the street and through a vacant lot there is a beautiful creek and the kids have been swimming or fishing in it nearly every day. David is working hard at studying for his boards in the middle of August and the kids and I have been unpacking and exploring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every joy or trial falleth from above;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Traced upon our dial by the Son of Love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We may trust him fully, all for us to do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;They who trust Him wholly, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Find Him wholly true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Staid upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blessed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finding as He promised perfect peace and rest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-6021680508557994931?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/6021680508557994931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=6021680508557994931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6021680508557994931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6021680508557994931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-neighborhood.html' title='New Neighborhood'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKJBgfeqoTE/Th_WfGZJFVI/AAAAAAAAs3o/Px6-Abhn6dk/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-6399904214454269538</id><published>2011-05-21T19:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T19:59:54.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Tiny Tim</title><content type='html'>Well, we have begun the process of saying goodbye to Ohio and we started with Tiny Tim, our pet turtle.&lt;div&gt;The thought was that T-squared would have the best chance if we sent him to Turtle Nirvana well-nourished and still moving around.  I figured we would be making him a spot in the flower bed next to Spike the fish, but the kids did a great job figuring out that these little guys need to have little live worms, and they won't eat unless they are under water, but not too much water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are down to the last few weeks here in Ohio, and have enjoyed being here.  The kids seem to be just starting to settle in and make some friends, have been quite involved with activities and sports, and the weather is finally reasonable after 6-7 months of nastiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still have to put a few final touches on things here, such as packing, selling our house, finding a place to live in Oregon, and such but I am looking at only 4 more calls left at the hospital, and most likely one about 2 more weeks of real work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been using all of my "spare" time studying for my upcoming board exam in August, as well as putting the finishing touches on 3 different research projects.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like it has been much longer than 5 years to me, but I suppose there are those who didn't even know we were even gone from Oregon.  The children really don't have too many memories except here, so that part will be rough for them for a bit, but they will adjust well I am sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The training seems like it could go on forever before I am really "comfortable" doing things by myself, but on the other hand I am feeling safe enough to do large cases and even difficult ones on my own. Fortunately there have been all types of attendings here to train under. Some of the attendings always scrub in with me on all of my own cases, which is nice.  Other attendings don't scrub in at all, and just call in to ask how I am doing, or if I have a question I call them in.  At first that is a little nerve-wracking, but after the first case or two I actually appreciated that supervision, as it really gave me confidence that when I leave here and do my own cases by myself, I will have no problem, because I have actually been doing my own cases for many months now, and even some large complex cases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really happy about not having to take any more trauma call pretty soon.  Really happy that I won't be up all night ever 4th night, pulling 30+ hour shifts and just getting farther and farther behind in my rest and out of contact with my family.  Will really be glad to be busy, but I would much rather be really busy with my own patients, and not doing all of the mundane residency stuff, ICU coverage, trauma call, backing up all of the neurosurgeons, vascular surgeons and in-house residents.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have enjoyed many things of the training process, and have been able to work with some great surgeons, but am really glad it is coming to an end soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, good bye Tiny Tim. We hope you are swimming around in Frog Pond where the worms fall into your path, the sun shines on your log, and you find other turtles to play with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suppose we will have to get a pet lizard or something that the girls aren't allergic to when we move out to Oregon next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-6399904214454269538?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/6399904214454269538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=6399904214454269538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6399904214454269538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6399904214454269538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/05/goodbye-tiny-tim.html' title='Goodbye Tiny Tim'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-7179505619144355281</id><published>2011-05-03T21:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T16:41:39.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Tim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8DIuP1SwS6FmJePuW78CqzXzb4o0PeTEBKVzJtnsdNg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TcV1PPNajmI/AAAAAAAArdY/YtO-K-EFRCA/s400/IMG_7240.JPG" height="267" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Spring2011?authkey=Gv1sRgCMbJnPOuhITbiwE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This little fellow is cute. (Alec is too, but he hates it when we say that.)&lt;div&gt;The turtle is a Midland Painted Turtle. Very common in Ohio. Probably not more than two weeks from hatching. About the size of a quarter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our children have wanted a pet so badly. In the midst of this time of upheaval and change I think it is a marvelous gift from the Lord that he would provide this tiny creature for the kids to dig worms for and laugh and coo at. I read once in a good book that children need three things every day: Something to DO. Something to THINK ABOUT.  Something to LOVE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They really do love that little thing. Anne has allergies to dogs and cats (and probably to other hairy creatures, but no one has ever offered to test her for allergies to horse or cat or gerbil :)). Although the kids know that it will be difficult for us to ever have the kind of pet they long for, they still hope for it and talk about it and ask about it. Often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I feel especially blessed by God that He has provided this very real pet for us to enjoy for a few days/weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been worried since we had read that it is very difficult to get hatchlings to eat. The plan was to keep the turtle a day or two and then let him go quickly if we couldn't get him to eat anything. This morning, Tiny Tim sat in the old fish tank (with a little bit of water and some rocks in it) in the middle of breakfast table so the kids could watch him while we ate. He started to pull on the worm that the kids had picked up off the pavement. They were delighted to see him pull off a big piece and chomp away on it. "He's eating! He is happy with us!" I don't know about that, but it is good that he is eating and it will make me comfortable letting them keep him for a couple more days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-7179505619144355281?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/7179505619144355281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=7179505619144355281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7179505619144355281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7179505619144355281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/05/tiny-tim.html' title='Tiny Tim'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TcV1PPNajmI/AAAAAAAArdY/YtO-K-EFRCA/s72-c/IMG_7240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-3074746582275864441</id><published>2011-03-24T22:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:59:30.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>Hard to believe it, but ten years ago today, Kristi and I were wed.  Seems like just a few days ago in some ways.  Seems like a distant memory in others.  I was asked by many staff I was working with today as to what my grand plans were to commemorate such a grand occasion.  They weren't too impressed that I was going to study a bit, and find a place to go have dinner as a sitter was coming over for the evening.  One of them suggested that I needed to further increase my current debt by throwing jewels at my bride.  I quickly vetoed that suggestion.  Not because I don't have a great desire to shower my lovely lady with expensive items that will make other marrieds wish they had just been so luck to have "caught" me, or give the fair maidens hope that there may be hope yet.  I think it was somehow related to the natural progression of the conversation in the OR, which had me doing my own case, hip deep in a 330# gallbladder case, and the staff filling me in on all of the current events; namely, just how many wives Elizabeth Taylor had been, how many children she had had, whether or not her eyes really were purple, and just how big her ring really was.&lt;div&gt;  They took ET out of the google que and put in 10 year wedding anniversary, to see which one it was.  I told them I hoped it was rice, or beans, or something.  They seemed to think it was Diamond.  Well, it originally was aluminum. Perfect, I figured we could go to Chipotle and get a foil-wrapped burrito, and that would count.  Then they said the more modern 10 year anniversary is diamond... I figure it should be 75 years or something, but most likely that one isn't very popular in the commercial world because nobody stays married that long anymore.  Sell lots more jewels if you move it up a few decades... Don't go from tin to Gold, and then Diamond, just get the diamond out of the way while you still have a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Seems pretty ridiculous to me that everyone expected me to have these amazing plans of driving home from work in a limo, picking up my wife with flowers in hand, ring in the box, and whisking her off to the most expensive eatery in Ohio.  I suppose anything less would be a sign that I don't really love my wife, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Well, she had to settle with me coming home a few minutes early so I could stay with the little kids while she went to pick up Jan from her running class, and swing by and pick up the sitter on her way home. Then we went off to a romantic appointment in our 14-year old car (that works perfectly well, by the way) where I dropped her off at the salon to get her hair done for about 2 hours (have to take advantage of a sitter when you can get one).  I spent the time studying for an exam I have here in a few days, and then we went out to one of our favorite restaurants and had a wonderful time talking about stuff and things (something we hardly ever get a chance to do).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  On our way home we went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to look at books, never bought anything, and came home.  We had a wonderful time, I think, and I didn't have to go into debt. We have one of the best relationships I have ever seen, or been around as far as I can tell.  I am continually amazed by how wonderful my wife and best friend is, and do my best to help when I can, talk and listen when I am awake, and tell her how much I love her as often as I can.  She does an amazing job of never criticizing me, helping me, protecting me, and keeping an amazingly good attitude in spite of a horrific schedule, 4 young children to rear, and a challenging income and environment with few real friends or family readily available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure what the next 10 years will bring, but if I get to spend any part of them with her, it will not matter.  How did I ever get so blessed to be married to her for 10 years?  She said "sure," when I asked her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-3074746582275864441?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/3074746582275864441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=3074746582275864441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3074746582275864441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3074746582275864441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/03/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-6725374130330830482</id><published>2011-03-19T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T13:51:32.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Beaver Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr1IAU5yWM0/TYTtItVdNWI/AAAAAAAAqQY/XNjJtjP8Jh0/s1600/DSCN0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr1IAU5yWM0/TYTtItVdNWI/AAAAAAAAqQY/XNjJtjP8Jh0/s320/DSCN0931.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JodumETgeP6v2AGVFNEkaA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TYVexcdYBpI/AAAAAAAAqRI/jrNVUljMC6U/s400/DSCN0933.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Spring2011?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This post isn't really about ice cream. The weather has given a break for a few days. Warm enough to be outside without snowsuits, hike without sleds and make the kids ask if we can go swimming in the lake (I said "no", it really isn't that warm). We got some good work done on the outside of the house and we celebrated with  ICE CREAM! We love Strickland's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last night, in our sleep deprived state, David and I took the kids up to Cleveland to participate in much anticipated Girl's Craft Night and Boy's Game Night at our church. We had a good time in many ways. At Girl's Craft Night the three girls and I found a table, set about trying to make some friends, went to find the restrooms while waiting for the activities to begin. I watched Jan attempt to make some friends, watched her watch girls play together, run across the church screaming each other's names and end up in a bear hug and squealing, jumping up and down, reveling in the pleasure of each other's company. I watched her hopeful smile become fixed and fake, her shoulders slump. Tears welled in my eyes. It has been a discouraging five years in terms of relationships, especially for Jan. I think that she notices it more than anyone else because she is so relational and because she is older than the other kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My first clue should have been that first summer we lived here. I signed Jan up for the ballet class for 4 year olds at the community center near our house. As the little girls would file into class she would sit there, hopeful that someone would want to sit by her. When someone did she was so happy! And then, the child's mother would intervene. "Oh, honey, don't sit there, come sit by YOUR FRIEND!" And she would bodily pick her child up and move her over to sit with HER FRIEND. After watching this for a few months we stopped going to ballet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I used to think that maybe it was her imagination. That she was too sensitive. That it was just a particular group of kids. But I have come to realize that it isn't that at all. Somehow the children here have no room for an outsider. I have observed it in churches, in Sunday School, at neighborhood gatherings, at homeschool gatherings, at Friday co-op. Sometimes it is a thoughtless accident. Sometimes my kids are left out because other kids just don't realize, or notice them. I don't mind that so much. But too often it is a deliberate and purposeful act. Not just ignoring the "outsider" but picking on them and putting pressure on your friends to not sit by them or associate with them. I used to think it was because we were new. Well, we aren't new anymore. I wondered if it was our fault. I have carefully observed and come to know that it isn't. The other kids already have friends, and don't want new ones. No room at the inn. They are not encouraged by their parents to make new friends, just encouraged to be with the ones they already have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hurt for Jan last night, because I can't fix it for her. Ice cream doesn't even help anymore :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talk about what we can learn from this, and I hope that we never forget the lesson. I hope that we can be good friends to people who need it, not overlook people because they are outside our circle, reach out to people we aren't friends with YET. Maybe someday we can drive into church and somebody will smile and wave back at her. Maybe even yell her name and give her a hug! I am hopeful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-6913080704155493921?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/6913080704155493921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=6913080704155493921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6913080704155493921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6913080704155493921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/03/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TYVexcdYBpI/AAAAAAAAqRI/jrNVUljMC6U/s72-c/DSCN0933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8500906041981431927</id><published>2011-03-16T22:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:45:24.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaver Hike</title><content type='html'>Kids are learning about beavers and went in search of evidence of beaver logging activity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qXfDvGCx-5JIK0mud7F4RQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TYF1UvsHIoI/AAAAAAAAqMA/nucWpWkIuXM/s400/DSCN0930.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Spring2011?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/a-kSvGR_BU_xV7b38wKL7w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TYF0EinH6oI/AAAAAAAAqLY/JUXWnvvmOOQ/s400/DSCN0926.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Spring2011?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Spring 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8500906041981431927?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8500906041981431927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8500906041981431927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8500906041981431927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8500906041981431927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/03/beaver-hike.html' title='Beaver Hike'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TYF1UvsHIoI/AAAAAAAAqMA/nucWpWkIuXM/s72-c/DSCN0930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-2719359666624118022</id><published>2011-03-07T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T18:16:19.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0qc0FDSChpw/TXVnQpFz9KI/AAAAAAAAp5I/3pkYfvjVxkM/s1600/IMG_7196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0qc0FDSChpw/TXVnQpFz9KI/AAAAAAAAp5I/3pkYfvjVxkM/s320/IMG_7196.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This is a picture of Jan with Baby Elena taken about a week before Jan's birthday. Wow the kids sure loved having a baby around for a few days and I hear the lament "I wish we could see Baby Elena!" often.&lt;div&gt;Jan's birthday was on Saturday and David got to be home for the day. He took Jan out to breakfast and then stopped by the pet shelter near our house so that she could show him the dogs that live there. Just waiting for a home. Hint, hint. I was prety proud of Jan this year. She is a social person and really loves people. The last several years she has wanted to have a birthday party and it has not worked out. People don't show up, or there just isn't anybody to invite. This year we had plans made in advance with a dear family who are missionaries to Ukraine and are just in the area for a few months. So much excitement, looking forward to a birthday spent with some special friends since there are five children, all close in age to ours. But those plans had to be canceled because of sickness. Jan took it with a great attitude and just enjoyed the day in spite of the disappointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jan's birthday was also the day for our home school group's Art and Talent show. All the children entered paintings/drawings and the three oldest played the piano in the recital. They all did great and handled pressure and being in front of people alot better than I did when I was their age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure glad that God sent Jan to live with us 9 years ago. She is such an important person in our family and this last year has really grown up in many ways, always looking for ways to help me and make my load easier. She really loves the Lord and has made it a priority to spend time in the Word every day, without any prompting from me. She got glasses a few months ago and it has been an adjustment to try to wear them in all of her day to day adventures, but it has been worth it since she really was not seeing well without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are talking more and more about moving and looking forward to it, but Jan has mixed feelings about it. Glad to go, but finding it hard to leave the familiar and start over again.  Jan's birthday was the last Carne family birthday in Ohio! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-2719359666624118022?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/2719359666624118022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=2719359666624118022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2719359666624118022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2719359666624118022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/03/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl!'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0qc0FDSChpw/TXVnQpFz9KI/AAAAAAAAp5I/3pkYfvjVxkM/s72-c/IMG_7196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-7441851140616028526</id><published>2011-02-16T23:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T23:40:21.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Still don't have pictures to post, but thinking tonight about a family that is very dear to us, on a plane right now to London Heathrow. It is nowhere near their first step in their journey toward a life of sharing Jesus Christ at the CMA Women's and Children's Hospital in Mali, Africa. That started quite awhile ago. In this past year they have sold their house, dispersed their possessions, quit their jobs and pursued what they would need to be useful as Christians and physicians in Mali. Tonight they are on the plane most of the night with their 4 month old daughter and more backpacks than anyone should have to carry around!&lt;br /&gt;It was a wrenching good-bye for us Carnes because the Holsenbacks have been true friends to us. In the five years we have lived here they have become like our family. They have given fellowship and laughter and shared with us in happy and sad things. In a time of life where we have had no one to call on but the Lord, He brought Steve and Heather to us, to be His hands. They reached out and took responsibility for us. They have come over in the middle of the night to listen to wheezing, met me at the ER to deal with breathing problems, nursed us through a terrible flu (and any mother who has had to deal with vomiting and crying children while vomiting and crying herself will understand what this means), taken our children under their wings and loved them, pumped 20,000 gallons of water out of our backyard when it flooded....too many things to tell about. The neighborhood is empty without them.&lt;br /&gt;In a sad way, we were happy to see them take off for this part of their journey. Glad to have their example in front of us. Praying that we will be just as faithful to go where God asks us to go. Because I believe that we are "created in Christ Jesus for good works which God has prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them." I also belive that we can say "No, I won't walk there." And they haven't said that.&lt;br /&gt;This friendship is one part of residency I will be forever grateful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-7441851140616028526?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/7441851140616028526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=7441851140616028526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7441851140616028526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7441851140616028526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8693571919051659364</id><published>2011-01-06T00:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:27:59.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and now Pati is four.</title><content type='html'>When we moved to Akron I remember thinking, "When we are done here, Jan will be 9 and our baby (not born yet) will be 4." Unbelievable. Jan will be 9 in March and Pati turned four two days after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several good pictures that I am trying to post but suddenly my computer will no longer give me the option for pasting pictures in. Really, the reason I don't update this site very often is that there is always something that goes haywire. I can't tell all the times that I have written a post, attempted to put up pictures and it simply will not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks.  It just isn't as much fun to tell the story without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Christmas was wonderful. David was home. We stayed home all day and friends that are like family, Steve and Heather Holsenback and their new baby, came and spent the day with us. I didn't make a big dinner we just ate easy good things and didn't worry about food and dishes. We played games and  with a few new toys and just enjoyed each other. We saved the last night of Advent for Christmas night and that is always a special thing for us to do together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pati is four now! She was born two days after Christmas. She wanted to have a spa for her birthday. Facial masks and makeovers, footbaths and toenail paint. So the girls and I fixed up their bedroom and it was a beautiful and fun way to spend some time...getting beautiful. A family that came to Akron for residency the same year we did, and a resident from the hospital that Pati thinks is pretty special came for cake and a pinata. It was a fun party even though her day follows Christmas so closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally, a special friend of ours from Akron, invited us to go with her to Akron's First Night, a New Year's party that covers much of downtown and involves music and crafts and buses and fireworks. The kids loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are into 2011, the year that we are done with residency. Looking forward to the change and moving, but appreciating this place that we have lived for nearly five years. I think the kids are excited about moving, but sad to think about leaving. Change is difficult. It is hard to visualize what it will be like. Whatever changes, they are looking forward to the change in David's schedule, and I hear them talking about when we move, when Dad can come home more.&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to that most of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8693571919051659364?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8693571919051659364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8693571919051659364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8693571919051659364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8693571919051659364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-and-now-pati-is-four.html' title='Christmas and now Pati is four.'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8828216869758074013</id><published>2010-12-23T22:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:11:04.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breather</title><content type='html'>Finally getting a good night's sleep, and a day off from the hospital so I can write a little bit.&lt;div&gt;Kristi and I have had a very busy final year in Ohio.  The kids have all been very active with tennis lessons, horseback riding lessons, football, soccer, hiking, school, and taking care of me when I stumble home to study or prepare a lecture before I rumble back to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vHOQCgB1WBIhTsbq0aZvWA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TRQc5fJ4m1I/AAAAAAAAnto/cofJct1O0NI/s400/9%2018%2010%20TriathlonJanAlec.JPG" height="400" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Fall2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been in Ohio for 4 and a half years now, and are getting excited about leaving. Not because we don't like it here, but because it just hasn't felt like home to us.  Interviewing out in Prineville, and just being back in Oregon made us both realize that it is really home for us.  We will definitely miss lots of things about Ohio.  Here, we are just so close to so many amazing things and places. We have a great church, good medical care, wonderful parks and libraries, lots of good zoos and science centers to visit, and museums all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristi and I were able to get away this year to interview at two places, and she also came with me to the annual conference of the American College of Surgeons in Washington, DC!  That was fun. The conference was a bit of a zoo, and I wasn't really impressed with the quality of many of the lectures that I attended, but there were some neat ones, and our spare time was packed with sigh-seeing.  Was really neat to visit so many fun places where so many imposing historical events and people have been.  We toured the Capitol, the White House, the National Archives, National Library of Congress, National Museum of Art and the other Smithsonian Museums on the Mall. Kristi went back to the Holocaust Museum as she has read lots of books about it this past year, and saw lots of things without having to hear me whine about having to use the bathroom or my feet hurting, or hear about how hungry I was.  Was also nice to not have the kids to go with us this time, but in a way would have been really fun to have them experience it with us, especially the older ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think our favorite part of the trip was getting to see the National Portrait Museum, where they had a very large exhibit of Norman Rockwell paintings (from the private collections of Spielberg and Lucas mostly) and many we had not seen before.  We also spent a day at Mt. Vernon, and that was also really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we are getting ready for Christmas, Pati's birthday, and thinking that not too long from now we will be selling our house here, packing up some of our things (hopefully we can leave lots of it here) and heading back home to start a new life together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read today a really good article in The New Yorker by Atul Gawande, and if you get the chance it is worth reading. Let me know if you are interested and I will send you the link, or just send you the article.  It is on end of life care, and how to approach it. Not something in the Christmas spirit, I know, but something I think we all should think about more and have nailed down ahead of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to a good next 6 months of getting lots of loose ends all tied up as I have a medical license to obtain, cases to finish up, lectures to give, house to fix up and sell, belongings to pack up and move, need to find a place to move to, and of course the biggest exam of my entire life in the board examination which I will take and hopefully pass in August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hqamuJ1grm35dMLUcoT9Gg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TKzmM29LPSI/AAAAAAAAlD4/KZEDOpibcOw/s640/DSCN0691.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/WashingtonDC2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Washington DC 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving this time with a quick picture of Kristi and I at Mt Vernon.  Will see what I can do to post something after Christmas so you all can feel like you were here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8828216869758074013?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8828216869758074013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8828216869758074013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8828216869758074013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8828216869758074013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2010/12/breather.html' title='Breather'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TRQc5fJ4m1I/AAAAAAAAnto/cofJct1O0NI/s72-c/9%2018%2010%20TriathlonJanAlec.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-7050828364906914979</id><published>2010-12-15T20:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:04:10.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TQlxQGu0VrI/AAAAAAAAnZI/mPSQcFv3B4g/s1600/IMG_7121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TQlxQGu0VrI/AAAAAAAAnZI/mPSQcFv3B4g/s320/IMG_7121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They let David come home for a few hours on his birthday. Long enough to eat some pie, open some presents and get a few hours of sleep. He gets Christmas off this year but seems to be paying for it already, although technically he is supposed to pay for it over New Years when those who don't get Christmas off take their time away from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;All he wants for his birthday and Christmas is some sleep I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-7050828364906914979?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/7050828364906914979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=7050828364906914979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7050828364906914979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7050828364906914979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s A Birthday!'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TQlxQGu0VrI/AAAAAAAAnZI/mPSQcFv3B4g/s72-c/IMG_7121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-424953764936812108</id><published>2010-12-12T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:13:35.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong season, I know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TQRZ_kIYh0I/AAAAAAAAnQ0/QoTjtmeXbOU/s1600/91810AlecJanTriathlon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TQRZ_kIYh0I/AAAAAAAAnQ0/QoTjtmeXbOU/s320/91810AlecJanTriathlon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to get pictures of the recent snowstorm off the camera and onto the blog, but I just found this picture from the kids triathalon in September and really like it. Just posting it really quick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-424953764936812108?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/424953764936812108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=424953764936812108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/424953764936812108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/424953764936812108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2010/12/wrong-season-i-know.html' title='Wrong season, I know.'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TQRZ_kIYh0I/AAAAAAAAnQ0/QoTjtmeXbOU/s72-c/91810AlecJanTriathlon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-677573956707736730</id><published>2010-11-01T22:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:18:58.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weakness</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"...And in the same way the Spirit also helps our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words; and He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He intercedes for us according to the will of God."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Romans 8:26-27&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really is good news. These verses are ministering to me this fall. I am so different from what I should be, so far from what I ought to be. Each new responsibility reveals a new area of sin in my life. I am so much worse than I thought.  It is embarrassing to admit that I knew I was a sinner. I just didn't really understand that I was totally depraved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing like having children to reveal your own selfishness and utter inability to handle anything like a Christian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is late at night and for some reason I am especially prone to despair over my shortcomings and failures at this hour. Probably because it is the first time all day that I have had to think of anything beyond just surviving and trying to get even half of the things done that need doing....let alone doing them NICELY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember how impacted I was the first time I read the book "If" by Amy Carmichael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One section in particular:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If a sudden jar can cause me to speak an impatient, unloving word, then I know nothing of Calvary love. For a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water however suddenly jolted."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been alot of jolts in the past several years (days) and I often spill bitter water. I wish that I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for a God who helps me in my weakness. I am grateful that His Spirit intercedes for me according to the will of God. That even though I don't know what to say or what to ask for He talks to God for me and says "This is what Kristi is trying to say, this is what she means." I am grateful that I can cry out to God and that He intercedes coherently for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-677573956707736730?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/677573956707736730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=677573956707736730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/677573956707736730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/677573956707736730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2010/11/weakness.html' title='Weakness'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-3784390317017309471</id><published>2010-10-11T23:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:55:42.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>After a slow moving summer the fall has moved along at a fast pace. Since the end of August we have spent 3 or 4 nights a week either at football practice or watching a game. Every season is different and this was a good season of learning and growing and responding. We were proud of Alec and the way that he played, the way that he practiced, the way that he listened, the way that he responded to hard things.&lt;div&gt;It is always a bump to move up to another league and start at the bottom. 3rd graders rule, 2nd graders don't. Alec was one of the only players who could reliably catch the football in the game, for the most part his league does running plays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3TwG78bji47owIezJ1yvUQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TLJGfxnyo5I/AAAAAAAAlJY/jYDEcJ_iZMc/s400/IMG_6971.JPG" height="285" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Fall2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ufQglwwr5ytQgAfrIwLtMg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TLJGdaJzu5I/AAAAAAAAlJU/R-j1tYvR2_A/s400/IMG_6967.JPG" height="286" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Fall2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His coach this year took the time after the last game to hand out awards and verbally praise each player for good character and right responses. I think it meant alot to all the boys (and it reminded me of the quote from Charlotte's Web: "It is very satisfying to receive an award in front of alot of people".)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/G9zcGPJNB3IpUsXpRleMYg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TLJGhXIsQBI/AAAAAAAAlJc/207aGVgXAMo/s400/IMG_6980.JPG" height="400" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Fall2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September was full of big events that we haven't even mentioned. The kids were apart of three races - Jan and Alec ran the mile race for Crisis Pregnancy Center and did GREAT! They both got to participate in the Akron Kids Triathlon were they swam 100 meters, biked 3.5 miles and then ran 1/2 mile. It was an exciting day and they did very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hrFtw7i6cBTF5zoPjUgHfw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TJ6Af6y70pI/AAAAAAAAkuE/sD_79fqq9tw/s400/DSCN0603.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/b1YLzYptNGpDO9nkR3R5ig?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TJ6Ar05fcRI/AAAAAAAAkuY/yoeJjrLNGEI/s400/DSCN0639.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That picture is the only one I have on this computer of the Triathlon....Anne was helping me take pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then all the kids got to participate in the Kids Run for the Akron Marathon. Just a 1K but special for Anne and Pati since they can run it too. They both ran the whole way without stopping. I found out later that Pati did it because I told her that if she didn't run the whole way she wouldn't get to have the prize at the end. I meant that I wasn't going to carry her, but she took what I said literally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YPlxZ0ma-oGyQHvoW6GbzA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TJ6ELZRuk0I/AAAAAAAAkvI/u9TLXWWMFrY/s400/IMG_6951.JPG" height="400" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GgBUrL7ESDbMGjQluOWV1Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TJ6ENdtJ4kI/AAAAAAAAkvM/_Ye6ieMvT4o/s400/IMG_6953.JPG" height="400" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anne was behind the big kids and ran ahead of me and Pati so she ran to the finish line by herself and right into a huge crowd of people. We couldn't find her anywhere. After some anxious minutes we found her. She didn't consider herself lost, had navigated her way through the crowd over to the building where you picked up your prizes and then back out into the crowd where we found her. At least SHE wasn't scared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the real accomplishment was David finishing his run in 3 hours and 6 minutes. Quite a feat for someone who works so much that he has to train by running to work at 4:00 in the morning and then  runs home after working for more than 30 hours. Doing long runs whenever he could steal the time on a rare day off. We are all pretty proud of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Y3OwGz8HeLo9-ItRZOL59g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TJ6ER02O41I/AAAAAAAAkvY/Kech4eRq83U/s400/IMG_6955.JPG" height="400" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0GPPV8NBYAoBoDoBGb8rzA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TJ6EVVAEFII/AAAAAAAAkvg/KudKxK9wHkI/s400/IMG_6957.JPG" height="286" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma Copper came out to visit and help out. She stayed with the kids for several days while David and I enjoyed some time away at a Surgery Conference in DC. They had fun and we had fun. It was a good break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hqamuJ1grm35dMLUcoT9Gg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TKzmM29LPSI/AAAAAAAAlD4/KZEDOpibcOw/s400/DSCN0691.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/WashingtonDC2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Washington DC 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-3784390317017309471?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/3784390317017309471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=3784390317017309471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3784390317017309471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3784390317017309471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2010/10/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TLJGfxnyo5I/AAAAAAAAlJY/jYDEcJ_iZMc/s72-c/IMG_6971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8293486214263001576</id><published>2010-09-01T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:07:52.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TH8AxBzMKFI/AAAAAAAAkKs/W_4BEpiKuwg/s1600/IMG_6862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TH8AxBzMKFI/AAAAAAAAkKs/W_4BEpiKuwg/s320/IMG_6862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512125311221508178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this picture is one beginning reader and one that is rarely without a book. I got excited while looking through a booklist for third graders today. Most of the books for school I simply get from the library. That is one incredibly wonderful thing about living here - the library is "probably the best that I know of". We go at least once a week and pick out way too many and fill up the corners of time with stories and facts (If you are Alec). But this year I find myself itching to buy books. I used to be a book collector. I thought that I was over it: I haven't had much time to read, we have lived places without much storage and we don't have bookcases for the books that we DO have. But tonight I was looking at this reading list and really feeling the urge to buy books for us to enjoy and keep. I am resisting the temptation. It just isn't necessary when there is a great library down the street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a few books on the list that will be challenging reading and I really do think that those would be worth buying. David's sister Robyn bought Jan a pretty copy of "The Secret Garden" when she was a baby. There is something about a beautiful book that makes you want to read it, even if it is a little hard to get into at first. We are finally reading that book together (it will be performed as a play in town this fall and we get to go)  and the kids are fascinated. Really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad bought me a pretty old book for Christmas when I was  5. It was called "The Lost Cricket".  It was a collection of old fashioned short stories, mostly with a moral to them. He read them to us at bedtime and noted in pencil at the end of chapters the date we read them together. I love that book, still have it and have read some of it to my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year my brother Nate paid for the "Book A Month" club for me. I received a leather bound classic every month for 12 months. I am sure it was expensive - but they are so pretty. I never would have really WANTED to read "The Three Musketeers" if it hadn't just been so beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jan is interested in storyline - she likes to read and then come to the kitchen or wherever and give me a blow by blow of what is going on in whatever she is reading. I am always surprised by how much she remembers out of books that she has read several months or even a year ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alec is interested in facts and humor. If it is humorous he will read it, enjoy it, repeat it. I can't wait until he can read Patrick MacManus, it will be fun. He really is not able to read the books containing facts about sports and science easily yet and this frustrates him. We will work on it this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anne just wants to read. I feel badly about this because I have no doubt that she would be reading well if I had given more time to it last year. She surprised me by sounding things out on her own and starting to read short words without help. This year I hope to help her out more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pati is different. She likes to be read to, but only if it is a one on one activity. If it is a group activity she will take a book, go to another room and "read" it, aloud, to herself. Sometimes this is so entertaining we will stop what we are doing and go and listen to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8293486214263001576?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8293486214263001576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8293486214263001576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8293486214263001576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8293486214263001576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2010/09/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TH8AxBzMKFI/AAAAAAAAkKs/W_4BEpiKuwg/s72-c/IMG_6862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-517987974886894873</id><published>2010-08-29T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:41:22.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/THsaSQ9RnJI/AAAAAAAAkDE/YAX98lWQfwc/s1600/IMG_6840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/THsaSQ9RnJI/AAAAAAAAkDE/YAX98lWQfwc/s320/IMG_6840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are gearing up for school but it is not quite here. Looking forward to it but enjoying the last days of summer. The lake swimming is over, it closed last week. We were there alot and Pati can dog paddle and jump off diving boards now and I almost don't worry about her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/THsaSnlg2LI/AAAAAAAAkDM/W1cqs20Wm04/s1600/IMG_6844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/THsaSnlg2LI/AAAAAAAAkDM/W1cqs20Wm04/s320/IMG_6844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David has been working more than even he is used to. I have begun to count down the months...no more July's in residency. We are almost to the end of the last August in residency. We all feel really proud of him and are looking forward to the possibility sometime next spring/summer of getting to see him more than an hour or two a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/THsaTLVNIgI/AAAAAAAAkDU/Zb3Z3WJ8VbU/s1600/IMG_6860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/THsaTLVNIgI/AAAAAAAAkDU/Zb3Z3WJ8VbU/s320/IMG_6860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Alec turned 7 in July and Anne turned 5 in August.&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Pati is already deciding what she wants for breakfast on her birthday:&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                          "When IS my birthday Mom?"                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/THsaT1cC4tI/AAAAAAAAkDc/M9zF_-A7UvA/s1600/IMG_6868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/THsaT1cC4tI/AAAAAAAAkDc/M9zF_-A7UvA/s320/IMG_6868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday there are things to learn and to work on. Some everyday lessons for the kids and I are summed up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue, but in deed and truth."&lt;br /&gt;"Be ye kind one to another, tenderearted, forgiving each other."&lt;br /&gt;"All things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do you even so to them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I am humbled by the fact that I am right there with them, dealing with daily frustrations and irritating people and situations and disappointing circumstances and my natural responses are BAD! So we are working on acting like we follow Jesus and asking forgiveness and having to forgive and treating other people like they are more important than we are. And we aren't very good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks in church we have been hearing preaching from Romans 8. We like it that "There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus!" That good news is almost too good to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-517987974886894873?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/517987974886894873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=517987974886894873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/517987974886894873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/517987974886894873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2010/08/end-of-summer.html' title='End of Summer'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/THsaSQ9RnJI/AAAAAAAAkDE/YAX98lWQfwc/s72-c/IMG_6840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8752303603054662396</id><published>2010-07-13T20:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T13:44:56.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/n0j_jHzFsdYukEtd1aJo1w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TDZpnWy8a0I/AAAAAAAAjCY/w29v2fEQxac/s400/DSCN0443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/July2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glow stick "earrings" during the Fourth Of July concert. David couldn't make it this year so we left him in a deep sleep and headed out to picnic at Blossom. We agreed that it wasn't as much fun without him, but we did have a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ie_rl_2meTv4ZrJ6cLVw3Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TDZpkwr_r0I/AAAAAAAAjCU/95tBjrgRphw/s400/DSCN0434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/July2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the first Fourth Of July concert at Blossom that all the kids really enjoyed all the way through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/s1iJj_HP2TlmV1q0gudiVQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TDZqSb5qNmI/AAAAAAAAjCc/nEIkiSFcjsw/s400/DSCN0415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/July2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been berry picking a couple of times for strawberries and raspberries. Had fun making jam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really enjoying the swimming at the lake, running through the sprinkler, hiking and not doing pages of math every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/S5utAEu2YpKZVtbcN__O8Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TDZqbjyE7hI/AAAAAAAAjCs/HwajvXTKaZU/s400/DSCN0421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/July2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OtoJo7CAGg6FL1TfevU_ug?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TDZqX5wxRRI/AAAAAAAAjCk/nGTDI3gfbAM/s400/DSCN0419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/July2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David is working hard. That was the last fourth of July weekend that he will spend on call as a resident. Happy thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8752303603054662396?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8752303603054662396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8752303603054662396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8752303603054662396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8752303603054662396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/TDZpnWy8a0I/AAAAAAAAjCY/w29v2fEQxac/s72-c/DSCN0443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-6191970877851703429</id><published>2010-04-11T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:21:52.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S8Jnn8ZWZmI/AAAAAAAAeos/ly2ooMBFx6g/s1600/IMG_6687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S8Jnn8ZWZmI/AAAAAAAAeos/ly2ooMBFx6g/s320/IMG_6687.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Such a beautiful day for Easter. Somehow, David was given the day off on Sunday! The kids were pretty proud of the cross they made. This year, they didn't really need help with it. I think I have mentioned it before but we read through "Journey To The Cross" by Helen Haidle this year, just like last year. Such a good preparation for Easter. It gave us a better understanding of what was going on. All day on Friday Jan and Alec were thinking and talking about what was going on during what time ("Jesus was walking out of the city with the cross now....It was dark now...Remember, there was an earthquake right now?"). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-6191970877851703429?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/6191970877851703429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=6191970877851703429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6191970877851703429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6191970877851703429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S8Jnn8ZWZmI/AAAAAAAAeos/ly2ooMBFx6g/s72-c/IMG_6687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-5434397976904589312</id><published>2010-04-10T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:06:39.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorillas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S8E8vZiYpFI/AAAAAAAAeiQ/gB7oueBXrcg/s1600/9+13+09+Mom+n+Pati+Piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S8E8vZiYpFI/AAAAAAAAeiQ/gB7oueBXrcg/s320/9+13+09+Mom+n+Pati+Piano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last week Pati has been praying for all of the "little baby gorillas and the mom and daddy gorillas that they would be safe....". At breakfast we try to use the Voice of the Martyrs prayer map and the kids and I read up on a country and find out how we can pray. We had been reading about Columbia and had spent some time praying for the guerilla fighters there and for the people who are terrorized by them. Pati has been praying for baby gorillas ever since then and we all try to keep straight faces.  Makes me think  of the verse in Romans "...for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-5434397976904589312?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/5434397976904589312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=5434397976904589312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/5434397976904589312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/5434397976904589312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2010/04/gorillas.html' title='Gorillas'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S8E8vZiYpFI/AAAAAAAAeiQ/gB7oueBXrcg/s72-c/9+13+09+Mom+n+Pati+Piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-4027813656452974108</id><published>2010-03-22T21:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:50:28.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could It Be Spring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XX2mjB_s0Y81KYnR1Lt_SQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S5HB0g8GxXI/AAAAAAAAcmo/ipZCHcKaCnk/s400/3%205%2010%20Happy%20Birthday%20Jan.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mhWskHiasIrV5H-HM-Mgjw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S5HBwclyHZI/AAAAAAAAcmc/vN04yK-Ceq8/s400/3%205%2010%20Jan%20Carne%20Present.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jan turned 8 on the 5th of March. She has grown so much this year, I feel really proud of her and enjoy her company and help very much. She works hard at everything she does and many things that do not come naturally to her she learns to do just by sheer determination. This year she has begun to read for pleasure, because she is interested herself. She is rarely without a book. She has even tried walking places while reading which I would not recommend. I appreciate her hard work around the house, her kindness to her brother and sisters and her spirit of adventure! We had a wonderful day on her birthday. I think she did too. David was home and took her out to breakfast. This next picture is of Pati, all dressed up to go with them out to breakfast. It was hard to get across to her the concept that she wasn't invited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xWgGrbBrqFHniUbjrNJecA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S5HBtK4U3XI/AAAAAAAAcmU/p6G-D4-x8G4/s400/3%205%2010%20Pati%20ready%20to%20go.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Copper were here for her birthday which was so exciting we didn't even need any other company to make it a party! Jan wanted to take them out to the Nature Realm here and feed the birds by hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iY-ytD4qFDwSRFfV0NsdGA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S5FmeaI2SBI/AAAAAAAAcjQ/vo3T30Ad7Ok/s400/3%205%2010%20GPA%20Copper%20Jan%20Alec.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RhxNycT1AkH9JEB_6OyPWg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S5Fmioso81I/AAAAAAAAcjY/s_M9mtZV0KM/s400/3%205%2010%20Jan%20Alec%20Bird.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dddlMhco9cBorSRnyvdnbA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S5Fmk3At6YI/AAAAAAAAcjc/HteOVFfkGvg/s400/3%205%2010%20GMA%20Copper%20Jan%20Alec%20bird.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ImQpETgcQ5xz_cKZwcJ6xw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S5FmgYET3BI/AAAAAAAAcjU/ggBWz3ulVgQ/s400/3%205%2010%20Jan%20Alec%20Feed%20Bird.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/85iInjihHZsrfYKU_9ALHg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S5FlFxZVClI/AAAAAAAAcik/9rcua6msf_A/s400/DSCN0147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y3RbZXVqMBijuq_uv1pjVQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S5HBzQuBIfI/AAAAAAAAcmk/iUvj-WY9f0U/s400/3%205%2010%20Kids%20Jan%20Birthday.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind of a funny looking party (the cape and pink gloves should be explained I think: We had been watching the Zorro movies made in the 50's. They are black and white and you can't tell what color the gloves really are in the movie. Alec is not worried about the color of the gloves, he is just glad that he is getting to be Zorro for once. Being the second born he usually has to be the corporal, Tonto or Little John, it is rare that he get to play the actual hero.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This next picture is so funny to me.  Anne is trying to help Grandpa know exactly where to put the tail. Putting things in their right place is really important to her and this game drove her crazy. She couldn't even bring herself to play it. She wanted to, but every time she put on the blindfold and knew that she couldn't put the tail in precisely the right spot she would burst into tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tQqxC_zKzcRzkeKWoM1m8g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S5HB4e4HW8I/AAAAAAAAcm0/iHrZS4Rn_No/s400/3%205%2010%20Gpa%20Copper%20Pin%20Tail.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We loved having Grandpa and Grandma Copper, and we always hate to see them go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/k0f9N5VSl-OK3yicc3hiBw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S6FhLrW7J8I/AAAAAAAAdDA/XOxRBTFNVqo/s400/3%2015%2010%20Gma%20Copper%20Kids.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They stayed with the kids for three days while David and I went out to Oregon for an interview. We had a wonderful time being away and they seemed to have a great time without us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1H6ASnGBt1IbYmk4NLJP9w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S6FhNUdWvsI/AAAAAAAAdDE/EXqtZ-6iazs/s400/3%208%2010%20Kristi%20and%20David%20GP.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KwI2sDO1RGBaMT01HK-34A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S6FhaOXO2yI/AAAAAAAAdDM/cSzlHiCe4Q8/s400/DSCN0167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my parents got here the snow started melting and it has been above freezing every day! I don't have the courage to put away the snow clothes yet but it is nice to know that if it snows it can't last too long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids and I got to spend the day at a nearby living history farm last week and watch different demonstrations about how pioneers and Indians made maple syrup and sugar. It was fun to see and much better than reading a book about it. We went out on a rainy (cold) night watching for migrating frogs and salamanders. Every morning when the kids get up they like to spend time before breakfast sitting quietly by the window to watch the birdfeeder. There are many different kinds and they are learning to identify them. When Grandpa Copper was here they had out the binoculars and were sneaking around from window to window watching a Cooper's Hawk hunting in our backyard. That kind of school is terrific.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-4027813656452974108?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/4027813656452974108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=4027813656452974108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4027813656452974108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4027813656452974108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2010/03/could-it-be-spring.html' title='Could It Be Spring?'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S5HB0g8GxXI/AAAAAAAAcmo/ipZCHcKaCnk/s72-c/3%205%2010%20Happy%20Birthday%20Jan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-7245078962633053754</id><published>2010-02-08T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:29:03.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>winter storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S3A7znLcv_I/AAAAAAAAbXw/Qn54Si3w4d0/s1600-h/IMG_6624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S3A7znLcv_I/AAAAAAAAbXw/Qn54Si3w4d0/s320/IMG_6624.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;More than a foot of snow fell on us Friday evening and early Saturday morning. We had fun digging out the driveway. The snow is so dry that the kids could really move alot of snow. We dug some forts out of the snow in the yard but it is too dry and cold to pack snowballs. We got a hike in on Sunday with David, although he ended up pulling the little girls on a sled. I will have to post more pictures later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-7245078962633053754?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/7245078962633053754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=7245078962633053754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7245078962633053754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7245078962633053754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-storm.html' title='winter storm'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S3A7znLcv_I/AAAAAAAAbXw/Qn54Si3w4d0/s72-c/IMG_6624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-354782951309138295</id><published>2010-01-25T12:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:26:07.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XB7rsbpp4cn3SlYNOpguuw?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SxqLm1UlhEI/AAAAAAAAXL8/-O_AHyf4VWc/s400/12%204%2009%20Pati%20Helping%20mom%20bake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Winter2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Winter 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think that Pati thinks her name is "PatiNO"! Her siblings say it so often, many times in chorus. When Anne is really upset with her she calls her "Pati Carne Elena Gonia"! I have never met such a determined persistent and undeterred individual. Night time is the only time she really takes a break  but she has been up nearly every night for a week with a miserable cold. Now Alec has the cold and Anne is getting it. I am sure that Jan is in line for it too.  I am  singing the winter blues right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oUaSEVTFReJCnT38IXIfXA?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SzglR53b_XI/AAAAAAAAZHg/VQuGHkLo7Jg/s400/12%2027%2009%20Pati%20Kristi%20Birthday%20crop.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Winter2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Winter 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pati had her third birthday two days after Christmas with a "Frincess cake". The cake is gluten free and it truly was good. Extra exciting because that is the first gluten free egg free rice free cake that I have ever made that was good. It has always been birthday jello or ice cream cake or cupcakes before. We will do it again for Anne's birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alec is anxious for a sign of spring. He has asked every day since the snow started melting if spring is here. We are having a little warm spell but I think it is supposed to snow tomorrow.  There has only been one chance to break out the ice skates so far this year so we are hoping for some more freezing temperatures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jY_CidDskyYovNvSikX1Mg?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S0atzR9sJ4I/AAAAAAAAZpg/jmIgaabu_Jg/s400/12%2028%2009%20Jan%20Alec%20Sledding.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Winter2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Winter 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cG6_KaR1ck_6QuHGm8SUHw?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S0at_vwy-xI/AAAAAAAAZp8/uoE7B3bKIsM/s400/12%2029%2009%20Kids%20Sledding.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Winter2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Winter 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KpTYe8PUQTIKlzJE5LptUA?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/S0at1F7qXJI/AAAAAAAAZpk/NQJ3-yLUCMU/s400/12%2028%2009%20Kristi%20Snow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Winter2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Winter 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David is studying hard for his yearly exam which he will take on Saturday. Sometimes I am just amazed at how well he holds up with all of the unrelenting demands that are on him. After a weekend of little sleep because of coughing children he was up at 3:30 this morning to work until 1:00 tomorrow afternoon, come home to sleep until Wednesday morning when he has to do it again. He doesn't get a day off this week so he will have to try to catch up on sleep and talk to us another time :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are well into the swing of school and lessons and activities and stay busy enough that getting sick throws a monkey wrench into our weekly schedule.  I feel amazed that Jan is halfway through 2nd grade and Alec is halfway through 1st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We hear of possibilities of visitors from the west this spring and we are looking forward to them and the better health that usually comes with spring and summer very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-354782951309138295?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/354782951309138295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=354782951309138295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/354782951309138295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/354782951309138295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2010/01/mid-winter.html' title='Mid-Winter'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SxqLm1UlhEI/AAAAAAAAXL8/-O_AHyf4VWc/s72-c/12%204%2009%20Pati%20Helping%20mom%20bake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-7524563590561084752</id><published>2009-12-20T17:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:19:36.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8QyclYIemAS-n2LuxHxTtg?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sy6cbJF07oI/AAAAAAAAYuY/0UXI-9Pzibs/s400/IMG_6542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Winter2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Winter 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems we have made it through another year in the Great Midwest.&lt;br /&gt;We are all a year older.  We are all (except Kristi) a bit more gravitational.  We have all increased our acquired immunity against various pathogens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     Jan&lt;/b&gt; is enjoying dance classes at the local community center again this year.  She also has weekly horse lessons at a local Christian stables (I say Horse lessons, because they teach her care and grooming of the horse, not just riding on it's back).  I don't know if she has been taught falling lessons yet, but I would have benefited from those more than the riding part when I was her age... We will see if we can include that.  Jan is quite the reader now, devouring all sorts of literary works and classics.  Usually we have to separate her from the pages in order to have anything that resembles meaningful conversation with her.  She is quite helpful and responsive, and we are scheming on how to distill this quality and put it in the Carne water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;        Alec&lt;/b&gt; is now about 6 and a half. He is pretty much living from weekend to weekend these days, and whenever I get home from work, I feel like a sportscaster getting the show prep from his personal assistant.  Typical interaction when I walk in the door is something like the following: "Hi Alec, how are you?"  "Good, hey Dad, did you know the Saints lost to the Cowboys?" "The Cowboys weren't supposed to win, but they did. I think the Saints aren't as good as they were before.  Do you think the Vikings will win tonight? The Carolina Panthers only lost to the Patriots by 3 points last week, so they are a pretty tough team..." If I ever go to a sports bar, I will make sure I spend some time with my son first, so I can talk intelligently to "the guys." He is still a pretty funny guy, and seems to be quick to see the humor in circumstances.  He is much more interested in reading now, and I think it is only so he can read the Box Score for weekend football games, but I guess that works for now. He had a good year playing flag football, and did quite well.  He enjoys doing school, like Jan does, and is really looking forward to a good layer of snow.  I have a feeling we will be playing football in the snow this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     Anne&lt;/b&gt; is much more of a warm weather girl.  Her eczema is much better during the summer months.  She looked really good a week or so ago, when she had been vomiting and not eating for a few days.... Cleared right up.  At least we are not having to refill our prescription for the Epi Pen, so that is good.  She is still very much the loner, and although she does enjoy "playing" with Pati, she mostly prefers to do her own thing.  She is a big helper in the Kitchen, and very detail oriented (compared with the rest of us). She likes horses, cowboys, indians, and eating the really yummy gluten-free scones that Kristi makes for her.  She also really enjoys Friday School, and does well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/i3vjrEqzTrSGQrBLdICCWw?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sy6dIQ7qQKI/AAAAAAAAYus/906FKIrx3Ww/s288/12%2020%2009%20Pati%20Beauty.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Winter2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Winter 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;    Pati&lt;/b&gt; "goanya" is the Mommy Princess. She is the star of her Sunday School class (I think because she is the only 2 year old who can hold an intelligent conversation with the workers there), thorn in her siblings' sides, constant cheerful and persistent presence in our lives.  She loves to dress up.  She is incredibly opinionated, and seems to have somewhat expensive tastes.  School is also a highlight for her, and like Alec she seems to have a pretty good sense of humor.  If we would just get out of her way, she would completely remodel our lives into something Disney, I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;     Kristi&lt;/b&gt; is still working magic.  Somehow she keeps the house in working order, the kids learning and looking well-kept, and seems to be able to smile when I see her every once in a while... I think if I was her I would have no hair left, be well known to CSD, and most likely on some SSRI for depression.  She is in the thick of Christmas, with her much anticipated Christmas Bread being distributed to my attendings at the hospital, Tomato Juice Bread is currently in the oven, and everyone has way too many Christmas presents as she has been responsibly getting deals for everyone's Christmas since last Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have been pretty busy still... But at least I am closer to something, I suppose, or at least that is what I tell myself.  I have a year an a half remaining in residency here.  I am finishing up about 7 or 8 months of being on the Vascular and Thoracic Surgery service, where I have been doing lots of operating, and lots of the operations I am more and more involved in, to the point that if I had to, I could complete most of the surgeries myself... Good thing I don't have to, eh?  I am pretty fed up with Trauma now, and am daily more and more appreciative that I did not choose Emergency Medicine as my chosen specialty (no offense colleagues).  I guess I just don't appreciate drunken, naked, combative citizens cussing me out, bleeding on me, and swearing they will do bad things to me and my professional colleagues for trying to help them; well, not at 2am anyhow.  I guess if was during business hours I might have a bit more tolerance.  We are thinking of moving back to Oregon when we are done here, but I haven't really started searching places in earnest... Ohio is great an all, but we really miss the friendliness, efficiency, and diversity in both people and scenery that Oregon provides us.  Oh, I suppose we would like to be closer to family and friends, as well.  I will start the process of looking for a real job this coming Spring and Summer, most likely.  Spare time is more and more spent studying as I have been feeling a lot of pressure to get smarter so I can pass my boards coming up here in a bit less than two years.&lt;br /&gt;   Overall, we are satisfied with where we are at the moment.  We are very grateful to the Lord for putting us here, and allowing us to know wonderful Christian people here like the Holsenbacks (Emergency Room Physicians who are in the process of going to Mali to be missionary medics).  Our spiritual teaching at our current church (Parkside) is fantastic.  Our family back home are incredibly supportive and spoil us rotten, and even visit once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;   We hope you all have a wonderful Christmas, and are encouraged to do right this coming year. We hope to see and or hear from you as well.  I will do my best to keep a few pictures coming your way, and look forward to hearing what you all are up to and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. go ducks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-7524563590561084752?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/7524563590561084752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=7524563590561084752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7524563590561084752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7524563590561084752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-winter-2009-end-of-year-well-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sy6cbJF07oI/AAAAAAAAYuY/0UXI-9Pzibs/s72-c/IMG_6542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-1290082217269125362</id><published>2009-12-05T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:40:19.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt and Uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Wa1mtqKFSrwjtCDiGYZjXg?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SxqLlT9wgCI/AAAAAAAAXL0/vV0vhO27a6Y/s400/12%202%2009%20Titus%20Kaytra%20Kids.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Winter2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-fpr28mtuucg&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Winter 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Titus and Aunt Kaytra just left after ten fun days at our house. We miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-1290082217269125362?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/1290082217269125362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=1290082217269125362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/1290082217269125362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/1290082217269125362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/12/aunt-and-uncle.html' title='Aunt and Uncle'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SxqLlT9wgCI/AAAAAAAAXL0/vV0vhO27a6Y/s72-c/12%202%2009%20Titus%20Kaytra%20Kids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-1750097243919976315</id><published>2009-12-05T08:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T08:56:03.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves Are Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IIk1Ir4VNEGNqbDtX2MyHQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sv3Q_ZEfgKI/AAAAAAAAWQQ/Mvz3kcOKJH4/s400/10%2025%2009%20Dad%20kids%20hike%20fall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Fall2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tlgXWf0krtjzDM4hDArlyg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sv3Qw01UcuI/AAAAAAAAWP4/j9HxuYG_fK4/s400/10%2010%2009%20Kristi%20Kids%20Rock%20wall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Fall2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are gone now, but they were very beautiful this year. It was the warmest fall we have had since moving here, we just have been so busy outside raking leaves and hiking and playing football and Black Panther that we haven't posted on here for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VzACZW-kXcWAZ0opl4h2pg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sv3R7yRvWGI/AAAAAAAAWRI/4yrGzTl0zSo/s400/10%201%2009%20GMA%20Copper%20n%20Girls.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Fall2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't even posted about My Mom and Sieglinde Kolberg coming out in late September/early October for the Akron Marathon. Sieglinde ran the whole thing, David ran the half marathon and I got to run the 8 mile leg of the marathon relay. Mom supervised the kids at the kids run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9-5qubERK7WTY6KQRrwvmg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sv3Qz4wp1nI/AAAAAAAAWP8/stGjCiTpFjA/s400/10%2013%2009%20Alec%20Quarterback.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Fall2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec finished up flag football in October and is looking forward to next year. I don't have pictures off the camera yet, but Titus and Kaytra came for Thanksgiving this year and we got to play some flag football with them on Thanksgiving Day. It was a highlight for Alec. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/v5-SB0piWhpDQlkrBsC5gg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sv3QtgZA-RI/AAAAAAAAWP0/UmCLPAjtMx0/s400/10%2010%2009%20Alec%20Pati%20Anne%20Football.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Fall2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8beFNjO7eD3R39GfLBvSIg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sv3Qp9854oI/AAAAAAAAWPs/V5SBM5JyV1c/s400/10%203%2009%20Anne%20Ballerina%20Class.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Fall2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne has been trying out the community ballet class on Saturday mornings. She almost floats as she walks into class. It is wonderful to be four. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sAwd1zzcIwbNLamwstUidQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sv3QnnXOSqI/AAAAAAAAWPo/OFG_J21-YhE/s400/10%203%2009%20Anne%20Ballerina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Fall2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/H3XWDmzOBV9TnRQQaRt-DA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sv3RMeDMAwI/AAAAAAAAWQo/x8PO46BpcOg/s400/11%2011%2009%20Jan%20Regal%20christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Fall2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a horse named Regal that Jan got to ride last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cRAFzuz6K5OxEPEAvJxyNQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sv3SK_fQCrI/AAAAAAAAWRk/IgYuIJHFK34/s400/11%2011%2009%20Alec%20Anne%20Pati%20Horse%20lessons.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Fall2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three little stinkers waiting around in the barn for Jan to be done riding. They all get to help with grooming the horses and once in awhile Miss Jenni the teacher gets out the miniature pony and they all groom him and Jan leads him while the younger kids get to ride. God's provision for these riding lessons has been amazing. It is fun to get to hang around for an hour or two in the barn a couple times a month since we are stuck living in town. Nice to hug and pet horses and chase cats and scoop horse poop. We don't have any practical way to have a pet other than a goldfish so the trips out to the barn are really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is here. We have been doing Advent for almost a week already! David is home for the day (!) and if we can get him enough rest in the first part of the day, we are hoping to get out and find a tree this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a cold horse barn and then thinking about my sister giving birth to my new nephew yesterday, I am struck with the reality of camping out in a stable to deliver your first baby. Not very fun at all. All those pictures of smiling animals gathered around a glowing Mary and Jesus in a cozy looking stable just can't be much of what it was like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-1750097243919976315?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/1750097243919976315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=1750097243919976315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/1750097243919976315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/1750097243919976315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/12/leave-are-gone.html' title='Leaves Are Gone'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sv3Q_ZEfgKI/AAAAAAAAWQQ/Mvz3kcOKJH4/s72-c/10%2025%2009%20Dad%20kids%20hike%20fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8242288076881685343</id><published>2009-10-29T21:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:30:44.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we Mom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-vZN2R7oC6lztFBFDxKe1Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SrkuKPJb6ZI/AAAAAAAAThg/Myoe5Oj7D0A/s400/9%2021%2009%20Anne%20Pati%20into%20the%20show%20GWL.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pati had a rough night last night. David was home and she wasn't able to get away with the things that a two year old can get away with when there is just one adult in the house. In the half hour before bed she lost her very necessary princess dress up shirt (screaming and whining cause you to loose things when an adult can get there fast enough to figure out who was screaming and whining) and the rest of her dessert (the long standing rule is that when you mess around at the table, or actually get down and mess around away from the table, you must be done eating). She failed to notice that Dad was right there handy...&lt;br /&gt;I put her into bed and she asked me "Do we love Daddy Mom?" I didn't realize at first that she was seriously asking. I smiled and said "Yes, we do!" She frowned and looked uncertain. I said, "Pati, do you love Daddy?" Her lip puckered up and she shook her head and said "No, I not love Daddy." She did change her mind a few minutes later after talking it over with him. Even though he still wouldn't give back the dress up shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall has been beautiful here and we have made time for a little hiking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qIYWfTY05CINGy2bSGs0og?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SrkuMgU9mWI/AAAAAAAAThk/W9E1pT1Phwc/s400/Kids%20with%20OSU%20stuff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been warmish enough to be outside many days and we are trying to take advantage of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4wQ-CstWcOjD0zEVvLF94g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SrkuSWYMSDI/AAAAAAAAThw/D3WSKtALCDI/s400/9%2016%2009%20Anne%20Pati%20OSU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday school tomorrow and I still have some work to do for science class. We mixed together sand and Plaster of Paris and sterilized chicken bones and the kids in my class get to play at being paleontologists. I hope the chicken bones don't just break into pieces, that they are really able to get some whole bones out! Fridays are fun but we are all glad when the day is over, it is a long day, and it wears us out. The last class of the day for Jan and Alec is chess. The first thing they do when they come through the door at home is drop their backpacks and pull out their chessboard. I don't know if they are getting better, but they are sure interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8242288076881685343?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8242288076881685343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8242288076881685343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8242288076881685343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8242288076881685343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-we-mom.html' title='Do we Mom?'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SrkuKPJb6ZI/AAAAAAAAThg/Myoe5Oj7D0A/s72-c/9%2021%2009%20Anne%20Pati%20into%20the%20show%20GWL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-3140429205614183293</id><published>2009-09-16T21:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:24:58.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kFHq-TcoL07bnMj1ZJ4YAw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sq2cX4tQ19I/AAAAAAAATCw/RelJiiZa5vc/s400/9%2011%2009%20Kids%20First%20Day%20of%20Friday%20School.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dashboard of our Toyota has had three different lights that come on and go off for no reason that I could see and we were overdue for an oil change. When we first moved here I took my car in to have the tires rotated and balanced and the kids and I waited for three hours. (I had no idea I would miss Les Schwab so much!) I was outraged and everyone seemed mystified by my frustration. Now I understand why. I am finally resigned to spending three hours waiting when I take my car in for an oil change. Today it took a little over four hours to have the car taken care of. We finished schoolwork way too fast. It often doesn't work out this way  but all four of the children were so good for all of the hours that we were there stuck in such a cramped boring place. We tried to walk somewhere but were surrounded by freeways. It was a beautiful day so we sat on a bench outside and tried to be relatively quiet together. I had been dreading this day but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. We had a good time together, wishing that we could go home.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we were listening to Patch the Pirate (again). I was thinking my own thoughts. Ohio has been a great place for us to be in many ways. It has also been a pretty lonely place. I expected fitting in and developing relationships to take time when I moved here. We are three and a half years into it now. I thought that this year would be easier in that respect. It has been the opposite. With less than two years to go here I am losing the heart to try anymore. In the background I heard Lightning the Mule singing: &lt;br /&gt;"Jesus loves me, He's my friend, &lt;br /&gt;Of His goodness, there's no end. &lt;br /&gt;On His mercy I depend. &lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves me, He's my friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to trivialize Who He is, or be too familiar. I see Him as holy and unfathomable. But I was ministered to by that song as I meditated on God's love for me, how He has been and is the friend that I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uP5Y65JN2rGmMvlNsLPvjA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sq2cdGFbHjI/AAAAAAAATC4/_fneaUvxwrE/s400/9%2012%2009%20Jan%20Triathln.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan participated in the Akron Kids Triathlon last weekend. She did great. There are so many unknowns involved in being apart of something like that. As a seven year old I don't think there is any way that I would have been willing to get out of my comfort zone the way she did. I was proud of her. They swam 100 yards, biked 3.5 miles and ran 1/2 mile. She took it all in stride and figured it out and is looking forward to next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OebyqDi23qpNW9EGkE03OQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sq2cguIOZxI/AAAAAAAATC8/_DQkCwkoKlw/s400/9%2012%2009%20Jan%20Swim%20Triathlon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/87N0NvLgCOxE5usf85CVpg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sq2co1UMVWI/AAAAAAAATDI/R8PDQi9l3ZE/s400/9%2012%2009%20Jan%20Run.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NMiSA_MOGHqfXfwqIMqhDg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sq2csmXsaRI/AAAAAAAATDM/tpCG1QlBZpI/s400/9%2012%2009%20Jan%20Finished%20triathlon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It nearly killed Alec to just watch it all. There were more female participants than male ones. The girls seemed much more intent on HOW to do it all than they were on doing anything very FAST. Alec is pretty competitive and likes physical exercise just for the joy of wearing himself out. He is counting the days until next year when he will be old enough to try the triathlon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nQAjmawoR7LyuWYFnkY6AA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sq2cR36jWwI/AAAAAAAATCk/89CwUyOWssw/s400/9%208%2009%20Alec%20RB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec has had two football games and made a touchdown in both of them. Until the middle of October he has one game and one practice a week. I think it is his favorite time of year. Whenever he has free time you can see him out in the yard sprinting around with a football like there is a crowd of flag pulling bullies hot on his heels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-3140429205614183293?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/3140429205614183293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=3140429205614183293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3140429205614183293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3140429205614183293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/09/hes-my-friend.html' title='He&apos;s my friend'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sq2cX4tQ19I/AAAAAAAATCw/RelJiiZa5vc/s72-c/9%2011%2009%20Kids%20First%20Day%20of%20Friday%20School.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-2089527097041634615</id><published>2009-09-01T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:26:33.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sp0vFzQK64I/AAAAAAAARnk/R-6-XHOFx8o/s1600-h/IMG_6156.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sp0vFzQK64I/AAAAAAAARnk/R-6-XHOFx8o/s320/IMG_6156.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it is in the 40's at night and we are shivering in our summer clothes. Time to get out the winter things. The cooler air feels wonderful but in the back of my mind I know that once we get out the fleeces and hats and mittens they will be here for the next 9 months. May is so far away! We have officially started the school year and are loving it. The children just love to learn and that is what is making it so much fun. I am sure that soon our excitement will wear down and it will seem more like work, but right now it is like playing. Instead of letting the year stretch out forever in front of us I realized that I need a shorter picture to work with. I am taking it month by month and setting small goals for each month.  At the end of the school year I tried to remember the year and document all that we did and saw and learned. I was amazed at how much we had done. I started to see how much I needed the encouragement of documenting what we are doing month by month. Nothing fancy, just a file on the counter for the three oldest ones to put in special papers and projects as they finish them this month, along with any special trips or lessons or discoveries. I have a list so that I can write down every book they read themselves and another list of books that that they are read by an adult. So much that I am involved with has very little sense of accomplishment attatched to it. Laundry, dishes, meals, housecleaning, errands...they all have to be done again soon. Taking a tiny bit of time to make a note of what we are doing has been such an encouragement and given a sense of accomplishment.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-2089527097041634615?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/2089527097041634615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=2089527097041634615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2089527097041634615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2089527097041634615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sp0vFzQK64I/AAAAAAAARnk/R-6-XHOFx8o/s72-c/IMG_6156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-6000780111455426253</id><published>2009-08-26T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:56:42.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clubhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SpX16DXaUnI/AAAAAAAARFU/hvH3P26_WCo/s1600-h/IMG_6147.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SpX16DXaUnI/AAAAAAAARFU/hvH3P26_WCo/s320/IMG_6147.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the house that Grandpa Copper built. These are the people who live in the house. My parents were able to come and visit in July and in the last three days of their visit Grandpa and the children worked in the backyard on this clubhouse. They love having a place where they can keep and arrange their important things that aren't appreciated much in the house (baby snake skeletons, cicada bug shells, dead butterflies, pine cones, beautiful rocks, cowboy paraphenalia, pop guns, to name a few of them). This house is a dream come true for my two oldest children. It has renewed their relationship with some of the neighbor children who are several years older than the Carne kids and often have been too busy and important to play with them! Not any more. &lt;br /&gt;We had to paint it after Grandpa and Grandma left since the finishing touches were put on before the trip to take them to the airport. It was hard to choose a color. We were afraid that it was going to be bright pink instead of red but with the second coat it relieved us all by drying dark and really being red. (The possibility of a pink clubhouse was just a little bit horrifying.) The children helped paint and it was fun, and not as messy as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;No one has camped out there yet, but they are working up their courage and maybe they will do it next year.&lt;br /&gt;I need to post some pictures of 2 birthdays that we have had and the last pictures of swimming at the lake, but I will save that for another time.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-6000780111455426253?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/6000780111455426253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=6000780111455426253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6000780111455426253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6000780111455426253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/08/clubhouse.html' title='The Clubhouse'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SpX16DXaUnI/AAAAAAAARFU/hvH3P26_WCo/s72-c/IMG_6147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-426381810523934987</id><published>2009-08-16T16:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:51:28.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Urine and Quarterbacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zwF-KhA2k0jz6BlgkmVFsQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sk-zkoZYK_I/AAAAAAAAOAM/BNOQ6E1xi0w/s400/6%2030%2009%20Kids%20Berries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may surmise from the title of this post, I have been fortunate to have had some contact, both direct and indirect, with my children.  This summer has been much more like a Pacific Northwest summer for us here in Ohio, that is Dry and Pleasant.  Only just recently have we had hot and humid make our acquaintance. &lt;br /&gt;     Jan has been reading like a nun, and we usually have to intervene physically between her eyes and whatever current page she is on to ask her anything that we might expect a reply of.  She also has been training for a triathlon, which will be in a few weeks and is designed for kids (100M swim, 3 mile bike, 1 mile run). Kristi and the children have been frequenting a local lake, which is the ideal place to train for such an event, as it has a long swim lane, and a road around the lake which provides the opportunity for biking and running. She has also been afforded the luxury of royalty in the form of weekly riding lessons on various steeds at a local stables (the western variety, not the snooty equestrian variety). This week we are very excited as we anticipate our first episode of cantering.  I believe our trot calluses are thick enough now.&lt;br /&gt;     Alec has enjoyed becoming a guy. He enjoys shooting hoops in the driveway with a basket "stolen" with the blessings of one our neighbors. He also finds great enjoyment in inciting a variety of somewhat predictable responses from his three sisters, and they rarely disappoint. He is quite coordinated still, and has played a bit of baseball with some local homeschoolers, and now has once again begun his most cherished sport of american football on the 5-6 yo flag team.  He is very serious about it, and has earned the reputation along with Chance as one of the two fastest players, so they often share the ball-carrying and flag-pulling duties. This is where you all get to hear one of his many memorable quotes, relayed to me by my wife the other day in the form of an email while I was on call. "Mom, I know why quarterbacks make so much money.... It's because they have to touch bottoms." Once a follow-up question was addressed, we learned that quarterbacks have to feel bottoms so they know where the ball will be hiked, and because of this duty they perform, they are generously reimbursed.&lt;br /&gt;     Anne is still very much the loner. She does like to do her own thing, and seems to be quite aware of her surroundings as she has recently become a 4 year old.  Much to her delight she received a new pair of authentic cowgirl boots from cowboy country from her grandfather in Central Oregon, and along with her new stick horse and sidearm very much enjoys her own rides and adventures on stickhorseback. &lt;br /&gt;     Pati is more and more the life of the party, the host of the party, and the pooper of the party.  Very much the CEO if we would just get out of her way, she is in constant  opposition to the encouragement of others to proceed in any specific way.  I suppose that is what her somewhat unopinionated parents get, but there is nearly constant friction, and I suppose she will allow us to enjoy all sorts of events, companies, and trips and products, once she becomes of an age to afford her the benefit of our doubt.  She is quite happy, in spite of us making her do what we want most of the time, and loves to have fun, and seems to find plenty of it.  I am afraid she will need to procure gainful employment pretty soon, as she is already developing the most expensive tastes I have ever seen in a 2 year old.  We are already praying for her life partner, and for their employment as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Kristi has been incredibly busy this year, and we were talking about this today on the way to or back from our new church in Cleveland called Parkside.  She realized she has been unable to use the excuse of a nursing baby as the need to stay away from all sorts of activity, so we have been much more busy this summer travelling to all sorts of activities.  These travels are balanced out by at least one or two bathroom visits each 20 min, so at least we don't have to get decubitus sores from inactivity at any point in our daily activity and travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Work at the hospital has been very busy for me this year, and it doesn't seem to slow down at all... in fact perhaps the opposite.  At least I am over 3/5 done now, and am at the place where I perform much more of the operating duties, and am operating more. When on the service, I am chief of the service from now on, and am allowed to enjoy a bit more comradery with my attending physicians. I still don't get much time away from work, even when I am home, and feel more pressure to study and read and work on projects that I need to get done before my time is up. At the hospital there is very rarely down time, and we are still understaffed with more work than we have ever had, so balance and time management is always a challenge, and we never seem able to make anyone happy, but we still try to please everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are well this summer, you enjoy time with family and closeness with God that you haven't experienced before.  If you ever come this way, give us a visit. Call or write us as you are able, we would love to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Servant in Training,&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-426381810523934987?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/426381810523934987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=426381810523934987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/426381810523934987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/426381810523934987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-urine-and-quarterbacks.html' title='Of Urine and Quarterbacks'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sk-zkoZYK_I/AAAAAAAAOAM/BNOQ6E1xi0w/s72-c/6%2030%2009%20Kids%20Berries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-2402868207077808698</id><published>2009-07-06T09:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:05:22.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JjamyIivDq7l6i_0xX0c9g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sk-zwPwdjJI/AAAAAAAAOAk/EtUswxHGg7k/s400/7%204%2009%20Fouth%20of%20July%20paraders.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to ride horses in our little neighborhood parade. After a week of cold temperatures, grey skies and rain, Saturday was a beautiful day for walking in a parade. It was fun to talk with the children about Independence Day and all the freedoms we enjoy that many people don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-2402868207077808698?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/2402868207077808698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=2402868207077808698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2402868207077808698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2402868207077808698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sk-zwPwdjJI/AAAAAAAAOAk/EtUswxHGg7k/s72-c/7%204%2009%20Fouth%20of%20July%20paraders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-6460457504582535450</id><published>2009-07-03T20:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:55:43.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9dWdAHnig5hXfcwxVt0ElQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SkLPcgliB8I/AAAAAAAAM6s/Us1ez_VUcEQ/s400/6%207%2009%20Double%20Trouble.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/May2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;May 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After really doing school it has been our first summer to fully appreciate and celebrate being out of school! We have taken on different classrooms than the dining room or the kitchen table and been able to head out of doors. One of the great things about Ohio is the change in the seasons - they are so different from each other. I have always loved the summertime but here I marvel everyday during the summer that we can be outside in bare feet, that it is warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a metro park here that has a great lake for swimming in the summer. We have been there quite alot this year already. All three of the big kids swim out to the dock and spend hours jumping off. Pati jumps off too, just not without me. We pack a sparse kind of lunch (who cares about food when you can swim?) and towels and stay out for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JTjTZOuKDfsVECmttJCTJQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SkLPe31h5mI/AAAAAAAAM6w/j9M6wZAZXUk/s400/6%207%2009%20Gprnts%20Carne%20with%20Kids.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/May2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;May 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and Grandma Carne came out for several days and we had such fun getting to spend time with them. We were sad to see them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/V3sYr58rztEHZ2XX1316mw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SkLPs0qMzqI/AAAAAAAAM7A/L-MW7au6lvo/s400/6%2024%2009%20Jans%20ride%20and%20spectators.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/May2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;May 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan received a gift from some friends of horseback riding lessons at a western sort of farm. She has had two lessons so far and thinks it is the best thing that has ever happened to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JUmv6D7FOF4wl0uMD6VnMQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SkLPvjOIGII/AAAAAAAAM7I/BR26EGakepc/s400/6%2024%2009%20Jans%20big%20ride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/May2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;May 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When David had a vacation the first week of June we took a quick car trip to Washington DC. We were really only there for a day and a half, but it was a great time for us as a family. Because we were driving and staying one night at a hotel the kids were a little disappointed when we did not get into the hotel swimming pool right away when we arrived, but instead headed to the National Mall to see a few things before it got dark. They really did think that we had driven 8 hours to swim in the hotel pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/01aS1y42RBRjLSW3bU91HA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SiamMLQa7zI/AAAAAAAALY4/VAwnk8npb04/s400/6%202%2009%20Dad%20Kids%20riding%20DC%20Metro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/WashingtonDC?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Washington DC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the subway helped make up for putting off the swimming. I do think that the subway was Alec's favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bUS_tayzEUCrxD3WPKUEbQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SiSCg_YgFeI/AAAAAAAALUY/FaiFdbbx0dY/s400/6%201%2009%20Jan%20Alec%20Anne%20Linconl.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/WashingtonDC?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Washington DC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dY6DzKmUKx_4uGPb64l_Iw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sial2vTEVDI/AAAAAAAALYM/_7O8VLQgUxc/s400/6%202%2009%20Family%20National%20Gallery%20of%20Art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/WashingtonDC?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Washington DC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was us outside of the National Museum of Art ...where we couldn't stay very long because "Mom, they aren't wearing any clothes!" "And neither are they!" "Why is everybody naked?" We had escaped into the Art Museum on our way to the Museum of American History. It had been a long walk and it was really hot outside. The Art Museum looked so air conditioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/293vei55cIBOrUKcaSTvSw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SialyE8Q37I/AAAAAAAALYE/WGuDtSBaaTY/s400/6%202%2009%20Dad%20kids%20nice%20duck%20pond.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/WashingtonDC?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Washington DC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1LW1RKUa-DKlNZ_85K-Jjg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sialr2z3QGI/AAAAAAAALX4/Ihv7egGfh5c/s400/6%202%2009%20Lunch%20on%20the%20Mall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/WashingtonDC?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Washington DC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating lunch on the National Mall. We got to watch a pick up soccer game out on the grass while we ate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/k2_BJG7CLe9WMVDg9aT_DQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Siali6E2LkI/AAAAAAAALXo/_B1tzwUjBdo/s400/6%202%2009%20Kristi%20Kids%20Air%20Space%20Sepia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/WashingtonDC?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Washington DC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DxxWTtzlkTLFBrlRMNYiyw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SiSClneCF8I/AAAAAAAALU0/ZXYmEPgR2OA/s400/6%201%2009%20Family%20WWII%20memorial%20Crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/WashingtonDC?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Washington DC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DD9Is1twNOq-NCk-WI4Zfg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SiSCirJVGoI/AAAAAAAALUg/usQSrAzxFxU/s400/6%201%2009%20Dad%20Kids%20White%20House%20South.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/WashingtonDC?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Washington DC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are back home it is hard to believe we were really there. Tomorrow is the fourth of July and we have things to decorate for our neighborhood parade. The kids decided that they would rather ride their stick horses than their bikes in the parade this year. The best part is that David gets to be home tomorrow for all of the excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-6460457504582535450?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/6460457504582535450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=6460457504582535450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6460457504582535450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6460457504582535450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SkLPcgliB8I/AAAAAAAAM6s/Us1ez_VUcEQ/s72-c/6%207%2009%20Double%20Trouble.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-2195106303658505369</id><published>2009-06-19T09:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:21:18.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Award</title><content type='html'>There have been a round of dinners and graduations and award ceremonies that have felt a little strange here. This is the first year that we have really paid attention to them. I think it is because nearly everyone that has been graduating from various residency programs this year all came in as interns when David did.  But they are done. David has two more years. It kind of hit us both a little hard - we could be done - but we aren't. A three year residency is pretty standard for many areas of medicine, but not surgery. &lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to the Children's Hospital graduation dinner. David spent several months at that Hospital as a third year and he worked very hard. He always works really hard, the difference this time was that people noticed! He was invited to the graduation dinner because they awarded him the Outstanding Surgical Resident Of the Year award. I was just happy to see him being recognized for what I already knew :)&lt;br /&gt;In July David officially starts his fourth year and I like to think that in not too long we will be done too. It isn't that I want the time to pass and be gone, I am just hopeful that in a couple of years he will actually get to come home for dinner and see the kids for more than an hour or two each week. I read blogs where people complain about their spouse working a 60 hour week, or they celebrate the weekend and Thank God for Fridays or Sundays or holidays and I struggle with where God has put us as I look at 120 hour work weeks and years of holidays and weekends that are absolutely no different than any other day. We won't see David, just like yesterday and the day before that and the day before that.&lt;br /&gt;This morning he was up at 4:00 and probably will not be home until 8:00 tonight. This weekend is different, he doesn't have to go to work on Saturday, but he has been averaging 4 hours of sleep every night so he will need to spend much of the day sleeping since he goes in for a 30+ hour shift on Sunday. One of the things people told us during medical school was that actually working was better than studying for school because when you are done at work you are really done, you don't have to be studying. That has not proven to be true. The pressure is never gone, you can never study enough, and you can't ever catch up. Any relaxation is stolen from something that you feel you ought to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure of how David handles the pressure. I was counting up the times I have taken our kids to the ER since we moved here three years ago. There have been seven times (One broken open head, one finger stuck in a long metal band, one new baby with RSV, one anyphlactic reaction, twice for croup, one bottle of benadryl drunk)and David has not been available for any of them. He was able to get off of work for an hour to meet me down there when Pati went in with RSV as a new baby. He was on call at three different hospitals those two nights Pati was in the hospital and he wore himself out walking and driving all over town to answer calls and then to lay down on the floor by Pati's bed for a few minutes before the next call would come. Instead of going home to bed he shows up at the kids soccer games after being at the hospital for 30 hours. All that to say that not only are there unreasonable demands from work and study but we make unreasonable demands on him from home too. &lt;br /&gt;I think he deserves much more than the little plaque he received last night, but I was pleased and proud to see him receive it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-2195106303658505369?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/2195106303658505369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=2195106303658505369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2195106303658505369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2195106303658505369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/06/award.html' title='Award'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-6018006815868326509</id><published>2009-05-24T16:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:39:46.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip home</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hCle9QaIOhWv8dmBCcWkUQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SfKLu-AYBYI/AAAAAAAAJa0/j1VjPK3j37A/s400/IMG_6023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/CarnePhotoShoot?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Carne Photo Shoot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture of David and me together. Doesn't happen much these days. From Monday last week to Monday tomorrow he will have worked 120 hours...he doesn't get a day off until the next Monday. All he has time to do when he gets home is shower, eat something and go to sleep. He keeps a good attitude and perspective, but you can't get around being tired. We sure miss him.&lt;br /&gt;Alec was up most all night with asthma coughing last night and this morning I was supposed to teach the 3 year olds Sunday school class. For some irrational reason I kept thinking that it would just work out - I hate to disappoint the girls who were all dressed and ready for church early this morning. Going to church makes Sundays go so much faster when David isn't coming home too. I finally realized that I could not wake that pooor boy who was finally sleeping soundly without coughing so I called someone who took my girls and my class. It was nice to have a quiet hour this morning. I wanted to sleep but cleaning up some serious mess without having more mess made as I was doing it won. I downloaded Allistair Begg's series on Contentment and listened (without interruption) while I worked. It was a good message and a timely one for me. The text was from I Timothy 6: "But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. But if we have food and clothing, with this we will be content."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tlh8gO_1HJyPdYkUWwEqcA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SfKMIhcaPQI/AAAAAAAAJb0/8D94T3IQl1E/s400/4%2022%2009%20Kids%20parents%20background.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/CarnePhotoShoot?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Carne Photo Shoot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished most of my chores and the sermon, ignored the many many loads of laundry waiting to be folded in the living room and just lay down on the floor next to it since Alec was sleeping in my room. I am not joking - the MOMENT I lay my head down I heard a door open and the sound of small feet on the floor. He is feeling better today and we are hoping for sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of April, beginning of May we made the trip out to the NW. Sure fun to fly into Portland on a clear day and see all of the mountains. The kids and I went first and David had to work a few more days and then drop in on a wedding Texas before he was free to come too. He had several days with us before he had to fly back to Ohio. It was alot of fun to see family and friends and this time even the place itself was refreshing to us. The cousins had lots of days and good times together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/O-R9TWEI1-FTACsW7hokUg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SfKKGOgg9rI/AAAAAAAAJaI/yARk_i6U9Og/s400/4%2024%2009%20Five%20Boys%20camoflague.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/April2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;April 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MGghyWIBGfMNWLPVeU6NiQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Se6n5Oete2I/AAAAAAAAJSQ/_U8UEjQr1NA/s400/4%2019%2009%20Carne%20and%20Copper%20Kids.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/April2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;April 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7hooYLcx2sF2MEXxpWMpuA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Se6n4G5G6II/AAAAAAAAJSI/HOkhdVdn9M8/s400/4%2019%2009%20Jan%20Anne%20Halley%20Pati.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/April2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;April 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have more pictures of all the cousins but I can't find them right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed to be apart of the Copper and the Carne and the Taylor families. Anne and Pati and I came back 5 days before Jan and Alec came back with Kaytra. It was so much fun to have my sister for a visit. I hope she comes back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SpXJ0htl7_jjlWBOGfLW1A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SfKJ9EWpIGI/AAAAAAAAJaA/TxcmhyyGFKM/s400/4%2024%2009%20Dad%20work%20with%20Anne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/April2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;April 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Anne getting in some time with David on vacation. The day before he left work they assigned him a research paper that he had to present when he got back...he spent alot of hours on that project during vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/O4c18h4OsZI8mCxld3KiDQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Se6hdWkzGVI/AAAAAAAAJQM/fE9Rg3M5uBU/s400/IMG_5566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/April2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;April 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to some good weather and it is so great to get to be outside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-6018006815868326509?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/6018006815868326509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=6018006815868326509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6018006815868326509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6018006815868326509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-home.html' title='Trip home'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SfKLu-AYBYI/AAAAAAAAJa0/j1VjPK3j37A/s72-c/IMG_6023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-3316717704971750120</id><published>2009-04-12T22:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:10:55.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y0lbkLN6nd066W2JdLGZyw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sc5XKe9JTlI/AAAAAAAAIII/Rn_aEcfxC0A/s400/3%2028%2009%20Alec%20shot%20tongue%20crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gKEwLTclo9N8C01_BS_jcA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sc5W78zVELI/AAAAAAAAIHs/S6V-r_wXVvQ/s400/3%2028%2009%20Jan%20Soccer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_sGcqNyzjLsJ3TD18InQSQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sc5WzpF8hFI/AAAAAAAAIHc/8KBgpPRwSeQ/s400/3%2018%2009%20Early%20Spring%20Picnic%20Cropped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 4 or 5 inches of snow this last week but it is gone and we think that winter has lost its grip. The snowsuits are in the basement. We have been eating outside and playing soccer on Saturday mornings even though it is often in the 30's. It is nice to be outside more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Easter Sunday. I took pictures of the kids this morning in all of their Easter finery, next to the cross that they made out of the trunk of our Christmas tree. But the pictures are still in the camera so they will get posted later. This was the first year that we didn't hunt eggs in the snow. We even had some flowers in the yard to decorate the cross with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago one of David's friends gave us an Easter book for children. This year  for over a month we read it most nights before bed. There are 36 short chapters in all. The book covers in detail the last several days of Jesus' life and then has some chapters about after His resurrection. The book is called "Journey to the Cross" by Helen Haidle. We learned so much and the kids really entered into the meaning of Easter. All during the day on Friday they kept asking, "Hey Mom, what was happening NOW?" They wanted to walk through the day and know when He was beaten, when He most likely was nailed to the cross, when darkness fell, when He died and the curtain was torn. I learned  and understood much more than I knew before and we are already looking forward to reading it next year. David was home for several hours yesterday but couldn't be here today. We saved him some pie for tomorrow. Not quite a week and then he gets several days of vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-3316717704971750120?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/3316717704971750120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=3316717704971750120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3316717704971750120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3316717704971750120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sc5XKe9JTlI/AAAAAAAAIII/Rn_aEcfxC0A/s72-c/3%2028%2009%20Alec%20shot%20tongue%20crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-4610799081960440740</id><published>2009-03-16T11:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:39:13.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lake</title><content type='html'>Last week we had a water problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KDhMqtMHsEf1WlV4oUwKPQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SbrhZcJJkOI/AAAAAAAAHUQ/9XIhRFyF29I/s400/IMG_5380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't fixed yet, but it has finally drained with the help of two sump pumps and a semi clogged drain. It isn't supposed to rain for a day or two. We are working on a permanent solution. Our backyard has always had a small pond when we have very wet weather. But this time the drain in place barely worked and after two days of heavy rain we had an estimated 20,000 gallons of water in the backyard, a foot from the house. Our good friends from down the street came over and set up a large sump pump otherwise it might still be draining back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Pati not worrying at all about the water. Unlike me, who had trouble sleeping one of the nights when more rain was predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5tV6StSfVCDm3izSen_83w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Sbrhbvi5jcI/AAAAAAAAHUY/X4BZyV0-HJk/s400/3%2012%2009%20Pati%20n%20Dolly%20sleep.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David had his first weekend off since Christmastime. It was really wonderful and I think he might have gotten enough rest to finally start to get rid of the cold that he has had for a month. The weather was nice enough to get out for a bike ride and to feed some birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ui7H-JLj3kjK6681tOtodg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SbrhfdpYLKI/AAAAAAAAHUg/rUNidIwYqik/s400/IMG_5389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VGc5_CwI87gM8L57vnxu0A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SbrhiYh6AtI/AAAAAAAAHUo/8-vp6FKmhFw/s400/IMG_5411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ACOJ7y2hLfyJqVb7K867ug?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SbrhpKmkmzI/AAAAAAAAHU4/3KPWNlUiCFA/s400/3%2013%2009%20Anne%20Feed%20Bird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VGc5_CwI87gM8L57vnxu0A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SbrhlpUkYLI/AAAAAAAAHUw/LJ3GCzvxk7M/s400/3%2013%2009%20Kids%20Feed%20Bird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-4610799081960440740?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/4610799081960440740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=4610799081960440740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4610799081960440740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4610799081960440740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-lake.html' title='Our Lake'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SbrhZcJJkOI/AAAAAAAAHUQ/9XIhRFyF29I/s72-c/IMG_5380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8404724043439740890</id><published>2009-03-11T13:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:36:48.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Years Old</title><content type='html'>Jan turned seven last week. It was a much looked forward to event. David has been pretty busy but he had a day off a few days before her birthday and took the chance to take her our for a birthday lunch, just the two of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/p2vFNm-MpcznqJm9HHTnMg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SbV2BXtcbxI/AAAAAAAAG88/OXSOdJCFNvc/s400/IMG_5310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned a little lunch party with three homeschooling friends but one couldn't come and one got sick. We were really excited to see the one who could make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JWp2rkbNKyb79C_rjB3ZlQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SbV2JxD5WzI/AAAAAAAAG9U/SMRLoeetYks/s400/IMG_5316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan has really done alot of growing this past year. She is a big help to me with the younger children and is learning to be responsible for some of the house and kitchen chores. She does a good job and enjoys it. With some of her birthday money she found a chess set and she and Alec have spent hours playing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LyT_KoYqvjzxBFD5ZYXSJw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SbV2DbrKjWI/AAAAAAAAG9E/y_dAybddHJs/s400/IMG_5311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her birthday she really wanted a chance to ride a real horse and we found a place where she could take a lesson. You had to be seven years old so her birthday was the first day that she could have had a lesson. She loved it and her teacher said that she caught on to everything really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dTV5jdRHJJMrkKfBCfsXtQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SbV2hicRYiI/AAAAAAAAG-k/yzit9g_43zw/s400/IMG_5364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jan! We are so glad God gave you to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zg9CJsLkXhZA-qbXFoO2SA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SbV2PSs14bI/AAAAAAAAG9k/2DCSzxnsUUQ/s400/IMG_5328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;March 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8404724043439740890?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8404724043439740890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8404724043439740890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8404724043439740890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8404724043439740890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/03/seven-years-old.html' title='Seven Years Old'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SbV2BXtcbxI/AAAAAAAAG88/OXSOdJCFNvc/s72-c/IMG_5310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-5490595669989347506</id><published>2009-02-08T08:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:16:54.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass!</title><content type='html'>Anne came running into my room this morning yelling, "There's grass outside, I see grass!" And everyone went running to the window to see it too. I laughed because I don't ever remember yelling "Grass" when I was a child, I remember yelling "Snow!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-5490595669989347506?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/5490595669989347506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=5490595669989347506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/5490595669989347506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/5490595669989347506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/02/grass.html' title='Grass!'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-4856790706025827829</id><published>2009-02-07T21:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:11:22.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/U_RxxPQfvV5Xufy_Y_eVtQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SYTcTZCEXzI/AAAAAAAAGW8/PbVFtHW0x-E/s400/IMG_5259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/January2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had an igloo in our front yard for weeks now. I think that there have only been two days since the first of January that have been above freezing. Today was one of them. There is too much melting snow and ice to play outside but we moved the car out of the garage and the kids played inside the garage and ate lunch at their little picnic table in there too. It was a nice change, even though we have enjoyed the frozen cold this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JO6NtMHdLjHPYFrDzwkQ1Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SYTcVa6fUQI/AAAAAAAAGXE/H9en6d51XLs/s400/1%2019%2009%20Jan%20Skates%20Ice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/January2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some garage sale skates we have gotten some good exercise on a frozen pond for the last few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CFaItZOZRKD5OnTPxhPliQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SYTcZb41wpI/AAAAAAAAGXU/XgzYHVLwD4o/s400/1%2019%2009%20Dad%20Jan%20skate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/January2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can go at any hour since the pond is at a Metro Park here and always open. There are lights on at night and a fire kept up nearby. We have gone often at night and it has been great fun. Alec has tried skating but doesn't last long before getting blisters. He and Anne and Pati spend their time sledding down the little slope onto the ice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1ORjYr37sAt_-YUcEirgLg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SYTcf-JkKlI/AAAAAAAAGXs/k7xjnSmcYH0/s400/1%2024%2009%20Alec%20Anne%20Pati%20Snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/January2009?&lt;br /&gt;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are making it through the winter here but really looking forward to some warmer weather and more outside living. David gets a few days off in April and that is keeping us going right now. &lt;br /&gt;I am so happy with the progress that Jan and Alec have made in school so far this year. It has been a good winter for settling into regular schoolwork. &lt;br /&gt;Pati is potty trained and sleeping in a big girl bed now. She likes it but everytime she gets in bed she hollers "Daddy taked my bed. He taked my bed!" (He carried the crib down to the basement). She and Anne are enjoying each other more and causing trouble with each other rather than for each other. Tonight they took a bath and for the few minutes I was out of the bathroom managed to nearly empty all of my clean towels into the tub. I found three very wet ones put back into the nearly empty linen cupboard. I thought that I was almost caught up on laundry and realize now how silly that thought was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-4856790706025827829?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/4856790706025827829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=4856790706025827829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4856790706025827829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4856790706025827829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/02/winter-fun.html' title='Winter Fun'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SYTcTZCEXzI/AAAAAAAAGW8/PbVFtHW0x-E/s72-c/IMG_5259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-3670632568479530186</id><published>2009-01-05T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:51:24.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wonder?</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder what a strawberry flavored honey stick would look like cut up in 17 pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't. It is really sticky and really red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder what a bathroom looks like after a just 2 year old is playing tea set in the bathtub and poops in the water and then puts it all out on the rug to try and clean it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't. It is really yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even wonder what carrot juice looks like when it is spilled on the living room carpet, the ottoman, a down quilt and a comforter cover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't. It is probably the orangest thing I have ever seen. A really pretty color, anywhere but there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on but those are the most recent new messes that we have invented. We are over a week into this illness and Jan is still laid out on the couch with a double ear infection and a fever. Alec is the only one who is really better. We got some school done this morning and maybe we will see David for an hour this afternoon. He has worked more than 90 hours in the last 6 days and I think that we have finally managed to give him what we have had since Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember now why winter is not my favorite season. It is a good season for schoolwork, though. If we lived in a temperate climate it might be hard to buckle down and study. I think we might like to try it out though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-3670632568479530186?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/3670632568479530186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=3670632568479530186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3670632568479530186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3670632568479530186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/01/ever-wonder.html' title='Ever wonder?'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-2205797135181577975</id><published>2009-01-02T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:55:35.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OCU7-Bjbf8ELlWAr-TdDfQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SVT7t1PAhII/AAAAAAAAFoI/xYPytFiap1U/s400/12%2025%2008%20Cowpeople.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Christmas2008?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Christmas 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2XfNKQEpr8UUh5pneKMWew?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SVT7zCgpuhI/AAAAAAAAFoY/7posCcehRIs/s400/12%2025%2008%20Pati%20baby.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Christmas2008?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Christmas 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patagonia's birthday got a little mixed in with Christmas this year. I know she didn't mind at all. She might next year though. She was napping on Christmas Day when the neighbors brought by presents for her and the other kids. So hers weren't opened that day and I just left them under the Christmas tree and they became her birthday presents! She had a few others from Grandma and the Engens and the Burketts and I had been stressing about finding her a birthday gift. I looked at the pile of presents under the tree the day before her birthday and decided not to get her anything!&lt;br /&gt;She had a wonderful day. Opened a new present every couple of hours and we all went out for ice cream...I didn't even make a cake!&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to teach Pati to answer two questions. "What is your name?" She usually says "NAME!" really loud. The other is "How old are you?" to which she replies "THREE!" really loud. Sometimes I ask her what her name is and she says "TWO!" really loud. Right answer finally, but the wrong question. We go down the line, I point to Jan, "What is your name?" she answers "Jan". I point to Alec and say "What is your name?" he says "Alec". I point to Anne and say "What is your name?" and she says "Anne". I point to Pati and say "What is your name?" and she says "ANNE!" really loud. (Or "NAME!" really loud.) At least she has the really loud part down.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight she was so proud of herself, she answered both questions right, really loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my brother Titus was here at the beginning of December he and the kids had some pretty fun towel snapping wars. They were especially fun for Titus since none of my kids really have the snapping part down very well. But it impressed them and they have been working on their skills since he left. Anne decided to work on her skills with a belt. She was snapping it around and walked into the kitchen where, for once, Pati was actually minding her own business and not bothering anyone. Anne snapped the belt at Pati. The buckle end. That is the explanation for Pati's beautiful black eye in all of her Christmas and birthday pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pati loves music. Yesterday she was singing and singing and I realized that she was singing Hark the Herald Angels Sing without any help. Anytime there is any kind of music that comes on she starts to dance and makes eye contact that says "Isn't this fun?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pati is always ready for a party. In many ways she thinks that she is the party. I think that comes a little from being the baby longer than anybody else in this family has been. She is truly beloved by her older siblings. A little less beloved to Anne than to the older ones though. Anne loves her, for sure, it is just that Pati won't listen to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uhyF1O22ij-5Qt7Nmjut-A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SVT8BHU_ihI/AAAAAAAAFpc/GH2PAncvLNI/s400/12%2025%2008%20Seppa%20Gifts.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Christmas2008?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Christmas 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0uqLIIEWl3_lCLkTxX5Rdw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SVT8E2zST-I/AAAAAAAAFps/FyJnCVnz8_E/s400/12%2025%2008%20Jan%20Alec%20Cowpeople.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/Christmas2008?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Christmas 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-2205797135181577975?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/2205797135181577975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=2205797135181577975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2205797135181577975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2205797135181577975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-years-old.html' title='Two Years Old!'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SVT7t1PAhII/AAAAAAAAFoI/xYPytFiap1U/s72-c/12%2025%2008%20Cowpeople.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8722906627430963777</id><published>2008-12-20T19:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:22:28.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VNQ-eahNU_7sMoiywSK_RA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SUVtO51UUJI/AAAAAAAAFao/LjEXnAWj1ns/s400/12%2014%2008%20Close%20Kids%20Tree%20Sepia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/NovDec08?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Nov Dec 08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just four more days and David gets to come home for several days in a row. This will be the first Christmas since we moved to Akron he has had Christmas Day off. We are all pretty excited about it. He will have to pay for his days off after they are over and we will hardly see him at all for over a week, but we are all kind of ignoring that right now.&lt;br /&gt;We have Christmas baking for neighbors (and for us!) and gift wrapping to do next week and the children are trying to organize a little Christmas play with some company that will be coming over for Christmas dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Titus made it out early in December and we had lots of good times with him, although we all got pretty sick while he was here (he did too). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/To4eqRoBMtpKk3w_rBmNkw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SUVtABQifRI/AAAAAAAAFZ4/3gnYnwReQxs/s400/12%203%2008%20Titus%20Alec%20Jan%20Anne%20Snow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/NovDec08?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Nov Dec 08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are enjoying being together for Advent every night, and tomorrow we get to light four candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wUllSnBoBnm1dlnt6skMQw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SUVtVeyNO4I/AAAAAAAAFbA/2JDxV9k7ufY/s400/12%2014%2008%20Family%20Tree%20BW%20fixed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/NovDec08?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Nov Dec 08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8722906627430963777?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8722906627430963777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8722906627430963777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8722906627430963777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8722906627430963777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-nov-dec-08-just-four-more-days-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SUVtO51UUJI/AAAAAAAAFao/LjEXnAWj1ns/s72-c/12%2014%2008%20Close%20Kids%20Tree%20Sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-4537874158542623645</id><published>2008-11-20T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:47:34.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A time for everything</title><content type='html'>Seems like several months since I have put anything down here. As I write this I am sitting at the kitchen table, a candle simmering in the center, one half is a class of phonics, with Alec attempting to sound out different words and forming sentences, trying to read my expressions as to whether he is correct or not in his guesses until I make him really read it by himself.  Jan is on the opposite side, working on her pen-woman-ship, and completing riddles and sentences of her own.  Anne is playing with cars, of course, in the living room below, with Pati doing her best to be annoying as she tries to play with Anne, and running to the bathroom every so often telling mom she has to go, which she does.&lt;br /&gt;  The other half of the table is occupied by me, my two laptops, and scattered recovery disks, windows reinstallation disks, and a screwdriver.  The Hard Drive went out in one of the laptops (which are identical models, both gifts to us) and I know this because it started making loud scraping noises, followed by an error message and crashing of the computer.  Being poor, and a man, I decided not to ask for help and found a new hard drive online and bought it.  So, now I have removed the hard drive, replaced it with the new one, and was attempting to reboot the computer when I encountered all sorts of error messages.  The other computer is used to search all sorts of help on how to go about navigating the error messages, and I am now waiting for the new hard drive to be formatted, so I am taking the moment to blog.  Oh, this is about midnight for me, since I am on nights right now and have just come home from work (even though it is only 10:30 am).&lt;br /&gt;    Work has been frustrating for me lately.  There have been days of sunshine, where the pager is mostly dormant, the patients are getting better, and everything goes our way in the OR.  Mostly, however, lots of death, poor prognoses, and sharing bad news with family.  This past three days, I have seen three people die, taken care of one guy who shot himself in the head, and then kept him alive enough so his organs could be retrieved (preferred to the word "harvested"), which took place about 3am this morning.  Another lady I admitted as a trauma patient really had nothing wrong with her, and I was contemplating sending her home but decided on keeping her overnight since she was a kidney transplant patient, and I wanted to be sure.  Well, apparently she was doing well that following morning, walking the halls, cheerful and then her nurse found her unresponsive in her room.  Initially she was confused and then not very alert so the decision was made to intubate her to protect her airway, upon the completion of this she was noticed to be without any pulse and after 45minutes CPR was stopped, leaving everyone shocked and stunned, wondering what had happened.  We have gone over the records of this 42yo woman, and meticulously examined the films in a vain attempt to identify some passed over clue, but will have to wait for the autopsy.&lt;br /&gt;   Then we have the lady who comes to the hospital because her life is unbearable, so we keep her until she decides to be healed and await her return.  Next to her is the lady who likes to have problems, and injects herself with stuff to produce infections that need treatment, pain medications, and attention.  Fortunately, there are the folks who are more "normal," and joke around with me about their symptoms, opinion of the food, various tubes coming out of their orifices, and remind me with their gratefulness why I am still putting up with the ridiculous hours, the criticism of the smallest mistake with the sledgehammer, and the expectation that I have no need of sleep, am sitting around waiting for work, and make lots of money.&lt;br /&gt;   Fortunately, the Lord knew what He was doing, and surrounded me with a loving family who support me and endure this with me.  Honestly, I don't know how the single ones, or the ones with poor social dynamics survive.  &lt;br /&gt;   The whole goal for me is to be open to serve wherever and however the Lord directs us, but with my experience here, coupled with the current political climate, I am feeling like getting out of the US, as I am concerned about the lack of good relationship between doctor and patient, undue expectations of patients, impending socialism, and decreased reimbursement coupled with higher taxes and cost of business to where the profession will be so undervalued that no-one will want to enter it, and for good reason.  That being said, and quite gloomily at that, I know for sure I am where I am supposed to be, that the Lord will work it all out, and every once in a while the pat on the back, or the patient who says "thanks" seems to keep me going for at least another week or two.&lt;br /&gt;  Well, we are nearly 83% formatted, but I don't think I can remain conscious for the end of it, so I suppose I will be installing all the software tomorrow, or perhaps on my one day off this weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;  Happy Thanksgiving to you all. I do appreciate hearing from anyone about how they are doing, what is new, etc....  If you want to go sledding on Thanksgiving, come on out, we have about 4 or 5 inches, and it is snowing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Meat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-4537874158542623645?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/4537874158542623645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=4537874158542623645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4537874158542623645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4537874158542623645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-for-everything.html' title='A time for everything'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-1883986037910974447</id><published>2008-10-27T10:26:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:41:16.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow this week</title><content type='html'>The forecast is snow for at least three days this week. Probably nothing much will stick, but the kids are excited and I am trying to forget that snow and snow clothes will be around through April and just be excited about it too.&lt;br /&gt;We have all had a busy fall. David is back at Akron General working more than he ever has. We are lucky to see him at all. "They" hope that things will improve schedule wise some time in February, which is nice to try to look forward to, but we have been disappointed so many times (I think nearly every time) in promises of things getting better than I am feeling pretty cynical about this one. Somedays we handle it well and other days we don't.&lt;br /&gt;The children are enjoying school time at home and learning some really fun things. Jan is reading pretty well and Alec is getting the hang of it too. We have gotten involved in a Christian homeschool co-op that meets on Fridays. It has been something fun to look forward to and a good learning time for all of the kids, but especially Jan and Alec. They are enrolled in a science class together and right now are studying insects and metamorphosis. Alec is in a Knights Class - he and a group of 10 other boys learn about daily life in the Middle Ages, training for knights, being gentlemen, having good manners, etc. Last week they made a battle ax out of cardboard and tinfoil and began tripping over themselves to open doors for "ladies". Jan has learned to knit and is trying to keep pace with the girls knitting class (she is too young to enroll in the class, but they share the patterns with her and she knits with the older girls at recess). She is in an Authors Class and has worked on and illustrated two different books during her class time on Fridays so far.&lt;br /&gt;Anne enjoys her preschool class but forgets how much she likes it every week and always cries when she gets there. This last Friday they had a fireman come in teach about fire safety. &lt;br /&gt;I really resisted the idea of getting involved in the co-op because I thought that it would be too much "running around", but it has turned out to be a great thing to be involved in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom came out to visit in September and we had so much fun with her. For the first few days of her visit she brought a friend from our church in Washington, Sieglinde Kolberg, so that she could run the Akron Marathon. We got to see Mrs. Kolberg finish the Marathon with a really good time. David and I both got to run the relay part of the marathon, I just ran with one team, but David figured out a way to be apart of two teams - I ran a 10k leg and David ran both a 10k and then a 5k leg, one them for my team, and one of them for a team from Akron General. My Mom probably ran a 5k that day too even though she didn't enter the race! She got the kids up and ready and rushed over to the kids run and made it work for them to be apart of that race which they look forward to all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day when Pati wakes up the first thing she says is "Dadee home?" Today the answer was "yes" (at least until 5:00 tonight when he leaves for work). So we are off to do something fun together for a few hours (it might just be grocery shopping...which is really just a stop at the restrooms with occasional ventures into  the actual supermarket before heading back to the restrooms).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Xe-1tgRJOn_QcezjmFKsiw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SOFnEnZnkpI/AAAAAAAAD-8/aDQwLHeoguk/s400/IMG_4896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2008"&gt;September 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-KpSKp-9rMspLWKFxj3_cQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SOFnCWz76TI/AAAAAAAAD-0/lGUvPe9kpvE/s400/9%2027%2008%20Kristi%20and%20Kids%20fun%20run.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2008"&gt;September 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4sGNLAUVNIMZBLjYNDGIYw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SOFnKsKXDDI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/bn2JGY8BQsU/s400/IMG_4905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2008"&gt;September 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/r-c5k59zwjwYQgORDsIu-Q"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SPKtg3qY6gI/AAAAAAAAE8I/BLrbfW8Iq5I/s400/IMG_4914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2008"&gt;September 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-1883986037910974447?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/1883986037910974447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=1883986037910974447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/1883986037910974447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/1883986037910974447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/10/snow-this-week.html' title='Snow this week'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SOFnEnZnkpI/AAAAAAAAD-8/aDQwLHeoguk/s72-c/IMG_4896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-5895650017307673493</id><published>2008-09-03T15:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:05:02.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandpa!</title><content type='html'>Thinking of my Dad on his birthday. We all wish we could go out to his house and wish him a happy birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qY8SCM9HkdFFEEoQbFlVOw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SJ4c8cJE7qI/AAAAAAAADek/85Gn60yMZoA/s400/7%2015%2008%20GPA%20Copper%20and%20Carne%20Kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dXo4E9QzlRGltg1rZ2Fmhg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SJ4dGuXtdVI/AAAAAAAADe0/wkMyzy8qgmA/s400/IMG_4548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/July2008"&gt;July 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-5895650017307673493?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/5895650017307673493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=5895650017307673493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/5895650017307673493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/5895650017307673493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-grandpa.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandpa!'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SJ4c8cJE7qI/AAAAAAAADek/85Gn60yMZoA/s72-c/7%2015%2008%20GPA%20Copper%20and%20Carne%20Kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8470477107584220991</id><published>2008-08-25T16:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:27:34.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last days of summer</title><content type='html'>Some of the trees on our street are already beginning to turn color. Such a change from last year when the leaves stayed green until late October. Most everyone here starts school tomorrow, but we won't start up our school until mid September. David has a week of vacation in September and the plan is to start when that is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/August2008/photo#5237761359395867650"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SLBENJ0OzAI/AAAAAAAADvs/bmFSUqn3BMw/s400/8%2023%2008%20New%20goggles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/August2008"&gt;August 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done some more swimming out at the little neighborhood lake and Jan and Alec can hold their own now (I do make them wear life jackets when we swim in a lake, even though they can swim just fine without them. The dark water is what makes me nervous, once something sinks, you sure are not going to be able to find it so I want my kids to float!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/August2008/photo#5237761307752163762"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SLBEKJbaabI/AAAAAAAADvg/xqrsUDLjKrE/s400/8%2022%2008%20Pati%20doug%20a%20hole.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/August2008"&gt;August 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had cooler temperatures in the morning and evening so they have had opportunity to wear their new sweatshirts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/August2008/photo#5237761147835041602"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SLBEA1sMx0I/AAAAAAAADvA/t1ErBXdZvPM/s400/IMG_4735.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/August2008"&gt;August 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan and Alec are pleased about starting school. I am realizing that I need to have a schoolbook for Anne too. I tried to get her to use crayons and a coloring book one day last week when the older kids were writing in last years school books. She let me know that she was not fooled. She wasn't using crayons, she needed a pencil and a real paper. It should be a fun year of learning for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/August2008/photo#5237761228959894562"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SLBEFj53zCI/AAAAAAAADvQ/8vCdwFqMNVg/s400/8%2018%2008%20Jan%20Beavers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/August2008"&gt;August 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/August2008/photo#5237761254038650338"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SLBEHBVHPeI/AAAAAAAADvY/TC7FZavB41k/s400/8%2018%2008%20Alec%20Beavers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/August2008"&gt;August 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David managed to get a few hours of sleep last night so he took the kids to Alec's flag football practice tonight. Jan counted out .75 in pennies to spend at the concession stand. All three girls can get a treat for that much money and they feel pretty special sitting on the grass with their suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/August2008/photo#5234164811928106866"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SKN9KibS93I/AAAAAAAADoo/hOJYmfuOeyg/s400/8%2013%2008%20Alec%20out%20of%20reach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/August2008"&gt;August 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/August2008/photo#5234164580054727986"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SKN89CoX_TI/AAAAAAAADoI/durdzxP8S5o/s400/8%2013%2008%20Alec%20faceoff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec eats up the chance to play football. Several of the other boys just are not that interested and their attention span is gone after half of practice. I think that the coaches have an amazing amount of patience and do a good job of teaching them what to do and how to do it. We were at the concession stand just before leaving after practice last week when a boy came up with a ziplock bag of change and asked "Is this enough to buy a hot dog?" While he was waiting for it to come he high fived Alec and informed me that "Wow, Alec is tough! He is just a little guy, he is only five and I am six and he can knock me down!" He was a pretty little guy himself but he sure walked like he thought he was six feet tall. The girls and I have fun people watching while we wait for practice to be done. Lots of funny people out there. I bet we do our share of providing entertainment for the other people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/August2008/photo#5234164408568974226"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SKN8zDy_C5I/AAAAAAAADns/zVWn9J3sCgA/s400/8%2012%2008%20Anne%20pottied%20to%20death.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say what this is but it has been a common happening this summer and we hope that we see less and less of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8470477107584220991?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8470477107584220991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8470477107584220991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8470477107584220991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8470477107584220991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-days-of-summer.html' title='last days of summer'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SLBENJ0OzAI/AAAAAAAADvs/bmFSUqn3BMw/s72-c/8%2023%2008%20New%20goggles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-1689565085546361233</id><published>2008-08-09T21:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:35:08.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pig Fairy</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been quite some time since I have been commenting here. The summer feels like it is on the downswing of things. Partly because it is getting dark sooner in the evenings, and partly because we have some weather that reminds me of fall in the northwest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/July2008/photo#5232652352825082834"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SJ4dl1NAQ9I/AAAAAAAADiA/M4jk0VtPdmw/s400/IMG_4644.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have been able to spend some time doing transplant surgery up in Cleveland, which was a good experience, but one I have no intention of repeating. Lots of sick patients, and lots of incurable diseases or nearly incurable diseases (which may be worse, since we try to cure them).&lt;br /&gt;  Now I am nearly half done with a rotation at the local children's hospital doing pediatric surgery, as well as burn surgery.  The days are quite busy, and I rarely have any spare time to sit down or study as I am one of 4 or 5 residents and we have between 40 and 70 patients we are responsible for, and if the pediatric surgery stuff doesn't keep us busy enough, we have the burn unit to deal with, which really sucks our time away.  So far, I have been blessed with some good cases, and one night I stayed extra to operate on two kids who had injured their pancreases, so we operated on them.&lt;br /&gt;  My life is pretty much drainage of pus from all manner of wounds, usually involving the hind parts, fixing hernias, taking care of burn patients, and trauma patients.  I have had several bad trauma patients, all involving ATV's. One girl is paralized from the shoulders down, a 16yo boy is paralized from the thighs down, and another girl is now intubated in the ICU for the past week or two after having her spleen and right kidney removed, her bowel repaired, and her liver packed and fixed, tubes in both sides of her chest, and two tubes in her abdomen. &lt;br /&gt;  As for the burns, I have had one man assaulted, left unconscious in a house, and then had the house set on fire on top of him.. He made it about a week before he died as he was severely burned. Another man got drunk and sat down in the middle of a campfire, and will never sit the same again. Various young people have played with matches and gasoline or lighter fluid, and I guess I may be biased because I only get to see the losers, but I suppose winning isn't worth the risk.&lt;br /&gt;  They say there are no normal burn patients, and this is pretty much the case as for some reason most of the burn patients seem to have some underlying psychiatric disorder as well.  One exception is a guy I have taken care of for a month now, a semipro hockey player who was working with a landscaper and was riding a professional lawnmower that exploded underneath of him. He has had 7 surgeries so far, with many more on tap, and should be able to get his breathing tube out pretty soon.  We expect him to make it out of the burn unit, but not for a while, and not without serious rehab, as he was burned everywhere except the small of his back, buttocks, and from his knees up to his waist and his feet.  &lt;br /&gt;  So, rules I can pass on to you are that if your kid rides a bike, wear a stinking helmet, be careful with handlebars, they like to damage the liver, pancreas, and spleen when they wreck and hit them.  Don't play with fire, it burns you. ATV's should be banned, or at least we should only let those with lots of insurance and no reason to live ride them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I also have been able to work a bit with the little guys.  I have taken out dead bowel and fixed abnormalities in guys weighing in at less than 1 kg. That is pretty small, and I find good use for my loops (eyeglasses with telescopic lenses on them) in these cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The family has been enjoying summer. Jan and Alec are swimming like fishes, we have enjoyed good visits and help from family, and we are somewhat sick, but are going up to Cedar Point, a large area with amusement parks and such to a large water park there tomorrow since the hospital was giving away free tickets, so I picked up $200 worth of them and we are going up there tomorrow to see if the children float.&lt;br /&gt; Speaking of floating, Anne is now starting swim lessons thanks to Grandpa and Grandma Carne, and is incredibly excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;  Alec has started flag football about 30min south of here, and I think he feels there is nothing else better to live for at the moment.  He was pretty excited because last practice they did drills for being on the line, and he was able to push the bigger kids around due to his attention to the coach on the technique and balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, we have been enjoying the bikes, and getting some runs in here and there. We most likely will join our church (finally) so Kristi can do some teaching with the kids, and we can have more input from the leadership and protection.  &lt;br /&gt;  Oh, I suppose you are wondering what the deal with the pig fairy is.  Perhaps I blogged about it a while ago, just one of those passing comments that Alec made at my dad's place when he had been playing with a little plastic pig of Jan's and had left it under his pillow when he went to sleep.  The next morning Jan wanted it and he couldn't find it, and when asked about it replied, "I don't know, maybe the pig fairy took it."  Well those comments and others seem to be more commonplace now... lately, seems you can send all the kids into fits of laughter by mentioning any of the top four: bottom, potty, poop, and haymay.   Don't ask me what a haymay is, but Anne says Pati is one, and I can't tell her different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay, I suppose that is enough to catch you up for now.  Have fun during the rest of the summer, wear your helmets, don't play with flammable liquids, and if anyone suggests you ride one of those three lettered words with wheels on it, punch them in the nose and run as fast as you can in the other direction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-1689565085546361233?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/1689565085546361233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=1689565085546361233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/1689565085546361233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/1689565085546361233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-it-has-been-quite-some-time-since.html' title='The Pig Fairy'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SJ4dl1NAQ9I/AAAAAAAADiA/M4jk0VtPdmw/s72-c/IMG_4644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8427768854459370189</id><published>2008-07-13T11:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T12:54:52.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damp</title><content type='html'>Akron receives the same amount of rain in a year that Seattle does. Cleveland receives more than Seattle. The wettest month of the year here is July. We are inside out. In the NW we were used to wet winters and dry summers. Here we have dry winters and wet summers. Our backyard is  reverting back to its frog pond days (the man next door who has lived in the neighborhood since before most of the houses were built told us that it used to be a frog pond). It has rained nearly every day since June 1st.&lt;br /&gt;There has been alot of rain in the last week, so much that our basement is taking in some water too, which is unusual. Usually the backyard is a pond, but the basement is dry. &lt;br /&gt;Jan and Alec got to go camping this last week, in between rainstorms. They had really good weather and so much fun they will never stop talking about it. Steve and Heather, who work with David and go to our church, took them in their VW camper bus. They ate smores and fished (Alec caught 10) and swam and tubed behind a boat and hiked and ate hot dogs and lemonade and came home utterly exhausted. It has been fun to hear them tell stories about it.&lt;br /&gt;Pati got sick while they were gone and last night Alec and Anne got it. They are spread out in the living room with fevers...but no throwing up...yet. &lt;br /&gt;I think that when they all go down for naps Jan and I will put on some wading boots and try to help the backyard drains. We are growing some of the biggest mosquitos I have ever seen back there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8427768854459370189?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8427768854459370189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8427768854459370189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8427768854459370189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8427768854459370189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/07/damp.html' title='Damp'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-7174478967534507877</id><published>2008-07-03T19:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:48:34.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SG1nMEjS27I/AAAAAAAADV8/1rSPGiiPPfQ/s1600-h/lemonade,+bluebird+lake+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SG1nMEjS27I/AAAAAAAADV8/1rSPGiiPPfQ/s400/lemonade,+bluebird+lake+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218941000270142386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David had his first day of 3rd year on Tuesday. Two years down, three to go. He will be at Children's Hospital for the next three months. It looks as though it will be a very busy time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SG1nMW3zYcI/AAAAAAAADWE/nlblgG4_xSQ/s1600-h/lemonade,+bluebird+lake+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SG1nMW3zYcI/AAAAAAAADWE/nlblgG4_xSQ/s400/lemonade,+bluebird+lake+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218941005187998146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children have wanted to have a garage sale for a long time and we finally did it. It was a good way to meet some neighbors. The kids had a lemonade stand and sold (drank) all of it. Even the postman bought some. We didn't have enough merchandise left to open the garage sale the next day. The kids were disappointed but I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SG1nNZiLzrI/AAAAAAAADWM/gK-nH0pUbYA/s1600-h/lemonade,+bluebird+lake+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SG1nNZiLzrI/AAAAAAAADWM/gK-nH0pUbYA/s400/lemonade,+bluebird+lake+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218941023082499762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne has wanted to ride a real bike for a couple of months now, but we did not have one that was her size. On our way home from a neighbors house two weeks ago a PINK bike with training wheels that was just her size was left out on the curb, with a bike helmet. (Leaving things out on the curb is the way to get rid of things here. Everyone seems to know that if it is out by the road it is free for the taking.) Anne was thrilled. She set her jaw and learned to ride it in a few days. The training wheels are still on and they will stay on until she learns to use her brakes. We just decorated all of their bikes for a little Fourth Of July Parade tomorrow morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SG1nN2zPlfI/AAAAAAAADWU/b_yz09lN2jQ/s1600-h/lemonade,+bluebird+lake+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SG1nN2zPlfI/AAAAAAAADWU/b_yz09lN2jQ/s400/lemonade,+bluebird+lake+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218941030938678770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time at Bluebird Lake this week. It is a private lake, you have to live in the neighborhood in order to have access to it. Someone in our church lives in the Bluebird Lake neighborhood and invited anyone in church who cared to come. We went early and left late. If we lived in that neighborhood we would probably go there nearly every day. Jan spent hours out on the dock jumping in. Alec has been waiting for a year now to use his little fishing pole, so he spent several hours hooking bait up, untangling his line, casting and reeling it back in. I was impressed with his patience. He didn't catch anything, but one of the older boys did. The little girls liked the sand and shallows the best. We came home sunburned and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SG1nONACkGI/AAAAAAAADWc/SMHQKkaBrRA/s1600-h/lemonade,+bluebird+lake+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SG1nONACkGI/AAAAAAAADWc/SMHQKkaBrRA/s400/lemonade,+bluebird+lake+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218941036897931362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot Pati's swimming suit but Anne had been wearing a skirt with a drawstring...and it was perfect to tie around Pati's neck. Everyone kept saying that they loved her suit and had no idea that it was her sisters skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow David will be home part of the day (and all of the night!)which we weren't expecting. That makes it a holiday aside from our country's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-7174478967534507877?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/7174478967534507877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=7174478967534507877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7174478967534507877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7174478967534507877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/07/holiday.html' title='A Holiday'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/SG1nMEjS27I/AAAAAAAADV8/1rSPGiiPPfQ/s72-c/lemonade,+bluebird+lake+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-397516914400558355</id><published>2008-06-15T14:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:19:06.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like Summer</title><content type='html'>Between thunderstorms we have had some hot weather and have used the slip and slide, sprinkler and the plastic pool. I am not sure of why Jan and Alec need goggles in the sprinkler, but they assure me that it's better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/June2008/photo#5211747775251792642"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SFPY_RLQwwI/AAAAAAAADUM/VHInUkz-cZ0/s400/IMG_4411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/June2008/photo#5209290939146740578"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SEsegleAo2I/AAAAAAAADPQ/h2O5PU1ePWk/s400/IMG_4351.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pati and Anne enjoy alot of the same things right now. Which pretty much means they play together and bicker a bit. Somehow Pati got into the drivers seat and there was no pushing her out. She is close to the same size as Anne so Anne doesn't have much of a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/June2008/photo#5211747677689807842"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SFPY5lurA-I/AAAAAAAADT8/5rXycJheTGo/s400/IMG_4406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Grandpa Carne and Grandmaria made it out to Ohio for our first real week of summer weather. It was fun to have them and the kids are already talking about next time. Growing up I always lived nearby my grandparents and I figured that I was the luckiest little girl in the world to be able to live within walking distance of them. It has been good to discover, though, that kids remember more than you give them credit for. Even though we do not get to see any set of grandparents or cousins or aunts and uncles on a daily or weekly basis, the kids remember them all with a fierce sense of family and ownership and it never seems as though it has been very long since we have seen them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/June2008/photo#5209291189086307938"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SEsevIkPxmI/AAAAAAAADQE/oSMlh5h8rK8/s400/IMG_4373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/June2008/photo#5209291222993130130"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SEsexG4Q0pI/AAAAAAAADQM/S7ObLA0QPio/s400/IMG_4379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is in the middle of a plastic surgery rotation. He is home more than he was last month,(hooray!) but the hours are unpredictable. He takes beeper call from home which means that he might get to sleep at home, but it also means that he might not. Last night it meant that he didn't. So he is spending his Father's Day trying to catch up on sleep since he is also on call today and tonight. The only really bad thing about home beeper call is that it does not actually count toward your hours, so even if you spend the night working at the hospital, you are required to function as though you didn't. At least it is the weekend and he just had to round this morning instead of staying until suppertime. He made it home for some lunch and I hope his beeper keeps quiet for a few more hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-397516914400558355?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/397516914400558355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=397516914400558355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/397516914400558355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/397516914400558355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-like-summer.html' title='Feels Like Summer'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SFPY_RLQwwI/AAAAAAAADUM/VHInUkz-cZ0/s72-c/IMG_4411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-2174971451591293441</id><published>2008-05-10T17:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:55:34.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2008/photo#5178165396701113202"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/R9yJ_kKW63I/AAAAAAAAC_s/w2W-UK6DeNE/s400/Carne%20Kids%20%28100%20of%20101%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2008"&gt;March 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2008/photo#5178165246377257762"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/R9yJ20KW6yI/AAAAAAAAC_A/sxMrdozEVVU/s400/Carne%20Kids%20%2856%20of%20101%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2008"&gt;March 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today David is on call at the hospital in Cleveland won't be home until sometime tomorrow. Often these days take forever to pass and so early this morning I decided to get some grocery shopping done up in Cleveland since I haven't done Costco and Trader Joe's for several months. &lt;br /&gt;This morning at breakfast, for the first time in a loooong time we all had scrambled eggs. A year and a half ago I had Anne tested for IgE allergy to eggs and it came back negative. But a year ago her IgG allergy test came back positive for eggs so she has not had eggs for a year. We just got back the results from a restest of IgG allergies and it said that she could have eggs. So we had them scrambled. 15 minutes after breakfast Anne's eyes got really red and itchy. I gave her Benadryl and thought "Oh great." After about an hour it looked like that was all, red itchy eyes, so I loaded everyone in the car and we headed to Cleveland. At the first store she started to get red and blotchy. We were there too long because of bathroom stops and all the kids wanting to use the kids size carts, etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;By the time we got to the second store Anne's nose was swelling and she had a bright red rash on her legs. It was Costco, but it isn't like Costco in the NW. Everything takes FOREVER. We stood in line at the food court for 30 minutes (I had promised the kids before we left home) and then realized that there was nothing that Pati could eat. I threw hot dogs and kids in the cart and tried to get my shopping done quickly while Anne kept getting worse and I worried. I opened a package of Benadryl from the pharmacy section and gave  Anne a piece of an adults pill (the only children's Benadryl had red food coloring in it...I think that whoever thought of red food coloring in medicine for sick or allergic children is an idiot) and then headed to the checkout. It took a long time. Then the kids had to go to the bathroom. By the time I finally loaded Anne into the car I was crying because she looked so terrible, I was 45 minutes from home, had no way to reach David and didn't know what I should do. I really didn't want to call 911 - didn't know if I should. I decided to try and make it back to Akron Children's Hospital since I didn't know if insurance would cover anything at a Hospital out of network...and I didn't know where a hospital was anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Anne's face was red and purple, her lip and nose were swollen and she had a rash all over. Her voice sounded different. But she wasn't wheezing and seemed to be breathing OK. I just didn't know how far or fast it would progress. I got a call from our friends who live down the street who are ER doctors (one of them is a pediatric doctor) and they helped me alot. They said if she was wheezing at all to pull over and call 911. Otherwise I should take her to Children's or to their house (they live about a mile from us), 20 minutes from where I was at that point. I got to their house and they had the right medicine, although Anne didn't like getting two shots.  Then the big kids said their memory verses and everybody got prizes - &lt;br /&gt;I was pretty grateful for friends like that. It sure beat spending a long time in the ER with four kids who hadn't had naps. Anne was back to a normal color and the swelling was gone. I went to the pharmacy to pick up my very own epi-pen.&lt;br /&gt;Our doctor friends had given the big kids marigolds to plant and they promptly spilled them all over the back of the car.&lt;br /&gt;Now it was after three and I had a VERY messy car, melting groceries to put away, Pati to feed and a horribly messy house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/MarchApril2008/photo#5198561267133294978"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SCT_7eaVqYI/AAAAAAAADJM/iGgOmIYClZQ/s400/IMG_4220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/MarchApril2008"&gt;March April 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now almost 6:00 and I have stopped cleaning and picking up long enough to sit and type this out. I suppose I will rummage around for something that won't send anyone into an allergic reaction, feed them and maybe try to get everybody out for some exercise. Which really means getting on clothes and shoes, loading up a stroller and two bikes and bike helmets, driving somewhere, unloading aforementioned equipement and assembling it, adjusting bike helmets and strapping in babies before trying to run a few miles without having to stop at too many outhouses along the way. Then it will be back to the car and the whole process in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;Then baths (sunday tomorrow) and hair dryers and pajamas and cream and stories and water bottles and prayer and bed. For me too I hope.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a little girl who can breathe. I won't be scrambling eggs any time soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-2174971451591293441?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/2174971451591293441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=2174971451591293441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2174971451591293441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2174971451591293441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/R9yJ_kKW63I/AAAAAAAAC_s/w2W-UK6DeNE/s72-c/Carne%20Kids%20%28100%20of%20101%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-5513501375948086016</id><published>2008-05-09T22:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:35:11.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/MarchApril2008/photo#5198561297198066066"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SCT_9OaVqZI/AAAAAAAADJU/F025WMpxdF0/s400/IMG_4222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/MarchApril2008"&gt;March April 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was six my Mom cut my hair off in one big (I thought) braid. I still have it, in my baby book. The kids have looked at it whenever I would let them get it out. Jan has been planning to do it when she turned six. She worked up her courage and had me cut her hair off in one big braid. My braid next to hers suddenly becomes an anemic little strand of white-green hair (my birthday is in the summer so mine was cut off after months of swimming in chlorine water). Not sure if Jan gets her beautiful hair from her Dad, her Aunt Robyn or my Grandma Copper, but it isn't from me!&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was more difficult to cut off in a braid than I had anticipated. I hadn't realized quite how thick it was. The scissors moved and moved again. I think the picture shows the uneven cut across the top of the braid. Jan was looking in the mirror and could just see the front view. I had front and back views and the back looked terrible. Jan smiled and tucked hair behind her ears and laughed with excitement about how beautiful she looked with short hair while I smiled and nodded and tried not to panic about how to fix the shingly looking hair in the back. &lt;br /&gt;It worked out alright with a few layers. It is easier for her to take care of herself which makes life easier for me. It makes her look so grown up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/MarchApril2008/photo#5198561688040090146"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SCUAT-aVqiI/AAAAAAAADKc/dp1JgwWwmIQ/s400/IMG_4270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/MarchApril2008"&gt;March April 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom came and visited us for her birthday and we enjoyed her. I think that Anne thinks that she lives at the airport though.&lt;br /&gt;Jan and Alec have been chipmunk trapping again which has been exciting. We haven't caught any chipmunks, just other things. The chipmunk population took a big hit last year when we caught and relocated 18 of the pesky things. There are three lists taped to the coat closet door. They are titled "Chipmunks" (that list has no marks) "Squirrels" (that list has a black mark...they caught a black squirrel) and "Poop" (There is one mark on that list too). I told them that they can't set the traps overnight anymore. It has been warm enough to sleep with our bedroom window open and David and I were up one night listening to a racoon wrestle the traps. He wouldn't leave it until he had eaten all of the peanut butter, but he was too big to fit inside. It was loud.&lt;br /&gt;David has been commuting to Cleveland this month which has good things and bad things that go with it. He has to get up before 5:00 and often isn't home until 7:00 or 7:30 and then has work to do to get ready for the next day. He is learning good things and doesn't have so many overnight shifts this month though.&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to June. David has a week of vacation and we are hoping for some good weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-5513501375948086016?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/5513501375948086016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=5513501375948086016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/5513501375948086016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/5513501375948086016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/05/haircut.html' title='The Haircut'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/CarneFamily/SCT_9OaVqZI/AAAAAAAADJU/F025WMpxdF0/s72-c/IMG_4222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8484515695980752300</id><published>2008-04-19T08:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T09:17:20.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Weather Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="290" height="130"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.wunderground.com/swf/pws_mini_rf_nc.swf?station=KOHAKRON6&amp;freq=2.5&amp;units=english&amp;lang=EN" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.wunderground.com/swf/pws_mini_rf_nc.swf?station=KOHAKRON6&amp;freq=2.5&amp;units=english&amp;lang=EN" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="290" height="130" /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now finishing up our second year here in Akron, Ohio.  Spring seems like it has finally arrived and I know this not because it was 75 degrees outside yesterday, but because we have been treating multiple motorcycle crash victims at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;  The family went up to Cleveland last weekend to shop at a really neat marked called Westside Market.  It is a two part market that is indoor and has a produce section and a larger section for meat vendors and dairy and bakery vendors, along with a few fish market types. It was very crowded and pushing the stroller with the two littles was an experience.  I suppose the market would be reminding me of a more organized and permanent Farmer's Market in a way, with each vendor owning a tiny piece of real estate that is tastefully displaying their fresh edibles.  It was all very pretty and  done in cash, so you holler your selections across the produce and the owner puts them in a bag for you and at the end tells you how much.&lt;br /&gt;  The kids were impressed with the real pig head, the whole fish and skinned rabbits the most.&lt;br /&gt;  Jan and Alec are becoming quite the swimmers.  They both can swim for quite some distance in the big pool, and Jan has even dared to take the plunge off the diving board.  Jan has been trying the breast stroke, with Alec tackling the butterfly most recently.  Anne wants desperately to try it out but with her skin we are going to wait for a while.&lt;br /&gt;   Pati is now a bit rashy as well, and seems to have set the record for consecutive weeks of teething, so that makes her congested and irritable.  Maybe we will have to give her a flavored rock to knaw on or something.&lt;br /&gt;   I finished my time with the Cardiac Surgery rotations, and had a splendid time.  I learned a ton, including that we will very likely experience a massive shortage in surgeons to do heart bypass surgery in the next 10 years or so, as well as the fact that they once were at the top of the food chain, but now are practically bottom feeders.  Quite sad, actually.  It seems like nobody appreciates them much anymore, and that is a shame given what they can and do perform every day.&lt;br /&gt;    I have been allowed to do more and more of the operations I am involved in at the hospital.  Have completed several surgeries completely by myself, and have started getting more involved in others.&lt;br /&gt;   This month I am back on the Trauma service, and so far have been very busy.  Next month I go up to University Hospital in Cleveland for a month on their transplant service.  Not looking forward to this, the long hours and 45min commute each way, but at least I don't have to be gone to distant hospitals and cities for months at a time like most programs.&lt;br /&gt;   I finish out my year with a month of Plastic Surgery before I welcome the incoming new class of residents in July by being with them on the general surgery service.  Then August---October finds me across the street at the Children's Hospital doing pediatric surgery for three months.  That should be good and I am looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;   Well, we are trying to get back into shape here.  I was sick for a good month and a half, and didn't get much of any exercise.  Indoor soccer league is over, and Softball has started by not really due to bad weather last weekend.  We should have a game tomorrow but it is supposed to rain again.  Figures, both weekends I am off this month are cool and rainy (better days to be on call as less busy, typically).  Oh well, just more experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;   Some time I should write about my Etrade experience, but I think I will spare you.  To summarize, if you have three returned deposits from a bank you are trying to transfer funds into or from electronically, your account is automatically locked.  This takes speaking with 5 or 6 different representatives over 2 months, a failed wire transfer, and submitting special requests to resolve.  In the meantime, you most likely have bills the become due, delinquent, and the whole process costs you about 2 years worth of interest that you were hoping to earn above your local bank interest rate.  I thought this was the new age of electronics and such, but I guess I was better off where I was, even if the grass was a bit more brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay, it is Saturday and I should be cleaning up all of my clutter from the past month or two that I have been busy and not around much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As always, you can view any new pictures of us at our picasa web picture album site by clicking on most of the pictures that we have posted on this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8484515695980752300?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8484515695980752300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8484515695980752300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8484515695980752300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8484515695980752300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-weather-station.html' title='Our Weather Station'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-3147628913138983823</id><published>2008-04-04T18:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T19:05:25.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cooking up a mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/R_azqNYobPI/AAAAAAAADDQ/RxMdHacGUtA/s1600-h/3+5+08+Anne+Birthday+Fixed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/R_azqNYobPI/AAAAAAAADDQ/RxMdHacGUtA/s400/3+5+08+Anne+Birthday+Fixed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185529558692556018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to really like to cook. That was before I had to make two of everything, and nothing turns out good anymore. I can't even make one batch of tuna fish there is a batch for Anne (made with olive oil and salt and quinoa) and a batch for everybody else. Today I tried to make two batches of cookies, one for Anne and one for the other kids. I ended up discouraged, scraping cookies off of baking sheets into the trash, having used up my butter supply, my time supply and my patience supply and having nothing to show for it but a full garbage, a messy kitchen, and a bad attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Anne to the dermatologist today to see if he would have help to offer that we have missed so far. It was a 15 minute appointment and I liked him. He was good with Anne, looked at her rash which covers her feet, her legs, her belly, her hands and her neck and said "I don't have any doubt that we can have this totally cleared up." Which would be great. Her rash is already SO much better than it used to be and she is actually sleeping through the night most nights. He didn't hear about any of her story. He didn't seem to think it had much to do with anything she eats (I understand his point of view, but I know what she looks like when I feed her normal food) although he didn't belittle me for thinking so. I do think that there is part of her rash which has nothing to do with what she eats. It is there no matter what we do. So we have another round of creams and lotions and soaps to try. I would be pleased if her rash would totally clear up. But I have no doubt that if I feed her the wrong things it will come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early March Anne got a cookie, a regular, good cookie, like all of the other kids were eating. It was an accident and we paid for it. Her rash worsened and became sore and painful. She cried and whined all of the time. Her nose ran like a faucet and she was unhappy and disobedient. She coughed and whenever she took a sharp breath in it sounded funny. This lasted for about a week and a half. It doesn't sound too bad, but the reality of spending just one day with a little girl who cannot stop crying is the pits. A few days later I fed her some garbanzo beans. She has never been tested for those but I had not given them to her because she had an immune resonse to peas and they are in the same family. It took 12 - 24 hours for her to break out in red spots and begin uncontrollable itching. That one only lasted for two days and I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more than just a rash. I am grateful that this last year she has gained weight and is growing. She is healthy in many ways and happy when she doesn't eat what she should't. Now that I have written it down I am a little ashamed about complaining about it when she can do so many things normally and just has to avoid some things to stay relatively healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs cookies anyway? There is alot to be said for apples and bananas and pears and grapes. No mess, no work, and they turn out good most every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-3147628913138983823?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/3147628913138983823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=3147628913138983823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3147628913138983823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3147628913138983823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/04/cooking-up-mess.html' title='cooking up a mess'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/R_azqNYobPI/AAAAAAAADDQ/RxMdHacGUtA/s72-c/3+5+08+Anne+Birthday+Fixed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-4198845752515823192</id><published>2008-03-25T13:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:21:55.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Years</title><content type='html'>Yesterday marked seven years of marriage with the most wonderful man in the world. Every day I am grateful for David, for his heart for the Lord, his desire to please Him, his care for me and our family, that he has followed God's leading when it would have been much easier to ignore it. I am really honored to get to be his wife and be apart of what the Lord is doing with his life. He gets this coming weekend off...the kids and I are so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-4198845752515823192?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/4198845752515823192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=4198845752515823192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4198845752515823192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4198845752515823192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/03/seven-years.html' title='Seven Years'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-4079362679434707600</id><published>2008-03-19T21:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:57:46.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and the relatives came</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March82008/photo#5175832439185402498"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/CarneFamily/R9RALkKW6oI/AAAAAAAAC84/LwY4SAVF6Pg/s400/3%209%2008%20Kids%20Family%20Picture%20sharp%20sepia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house seems pretty empty without them. We have been looking forward to Nate and Robyn visiting us with their children for months. It was every bit as fun as we thought it would be. Didn't get much sleep but we had alot of fun. Some of them were sick when they arrived, some of us were too. When they left some of them were sick and some of us were too. We hardly left the house. With nine children between us I think we have finally learned that home is a good place to stay. David and Nate had some vacation days so we had almost a week with the dads and then a week without them. The kids played and fought and really made friends with each other again (or enemies, as the case may be...Anne and Todd never learned to appreciate each other. On the way to the airport they sat next to each other and argued the whole way "you are bothering me" "no I am not"...I couldn't stop laughing).&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of the second week Robyn and I decided that we should get everyone out of the house and headed into Amish Country. All nine of them lined up in the top row at the animal auction surrounded by Amish farmers was quite a sight. They behaved really well, but the auction left a mark on Halley. She fell and nearly broke her nose. Todd and Anne kept busy arguing about which cows were boys and which ones were girls. They finally figured it out "Oh, the FAT ONES are girls!"&lt;br /&gt;We had a great snowstorm and played out in it a little, but the kids had coughs and the dry cold weather set them all off so we had no choice but to stay inside most of the time. I was pleased that so many little children could live together in a pretty orderly fashion. It is encouraging to see the work of the Holy Spirit in the older children who are Christians, and it is something to look forward to in the younger ones. Robyn made it down to the hospital for a couple of hours one night to walk the floors with David and be a mouse in the corner at a trauma. &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't mention all of the ways that we were blessed by the Coppers while they were here. It doesn't seem real, even after nearly two years, that we don't live close enough to see them at least once a week. &lt;br /&gt;Robyn flew home yesterday, her birthday, with all five children. The baby was sick to start with and two more got sick on the way home. Happy Birthday Robyn!&lt;br /&gt;Jan had her 6th birthday this month and the kids and I got out today so she could spend a few birthday dollars. The store we went to gave her a crown and a balloon and announced her name and birthday over the loudspeaker while we shopped. It was pretty exciting. &lt;br /&gt;It is nice to have Easter to look foward to this weekend. We don't have big plans, but the kids think they are big. Alec is going to chop our Christmas tree trunk in half and nail it into a cross and Jan is going to decorate it (it is snowing right now and is supposed to keep snowing for several days, so maybe we will dig out some fake flowers for decoration). We have eggs to boil and color, pictures to make for our walls, Sunday dinner to plan and the house to clean. David will be post call on Sunday so we will try to keep him awake for our Easter dinner celebration. It will be something to celebrate if we make it to church since we have been too sick to go for several weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-4079362679434707600?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/4079362679434707600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=4079362679434707600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4079362679434707600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4079362679434707600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-relatives-came.html' title='and the relatives came'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-5456231683354101768</id><published>2008-01-31T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T11:27:00.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/R6HgbuAe7LI/AAAAAAAACkA/Mc956Je-QUI/s1600-h/1+4+08+Alec+new+duds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/R6HgbuAe7LI/AAAAAAAACkA/Mc956Je-QUI/s400/1+4+08+Alec+new+duds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161653414754446514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/R6Heq-Ae7KI/AAAAAAAACj4/p-XwxgZy6Pk/s1600-h/1+6+08+Pati+cowgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/R6Heq-Ae7KI/AAAAAAAACj4/p-XwxgZy6Pk/s400/1+6+08+Pati+cowgirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161651477724196002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have just made it through a week of some sort of stomach virus, some one up every night feeling miserable and making a mess from one end or the other. The laundry is nearly caught up for today and the kids and I are just enjoying how good it feels to not be sick. Pati has some teeth coming in so it might be awhile before she stops being a little on the cranky side. Tonight is David's last night of call this week and then he gets this weekend off. We are planning to really enjoy it since this will be the first weekend since the beginning of December that he has had off where someone hasn't been sick. He also took his yearly exam last weekend so he doesn't have to be studying in his "free" time for the first time in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved into this house a pool table came with it. I think that the man who lived here before made it and he left it here along with all of the extras that go with a pool table (balls, cues, chalk, racks and pool table light). For a year and a half now the kids have had fun going to the basement to play pool - but it took up alot of room, pool balls are dangerous when thrown, cues are nearly equally as dangerous when wielded as a lance or spear, especially when someone is standing on the pool table, and the blue square chalks are toxic choking hazards. We found someone who wanted to buy it. Jan and Alec spent an afternoon watching and chatting with the couple who were trying to figure out how to get the table out of the basement without killing themselves (they did it!) and we now have a place to run and play in the basement. This has been a great thing for all of us since we just can't be outside very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other change of note this month has been Anne Pilar doing away with diapers and using the toilet like a big girl. I just heard her run into the bathroom muttering "gotta go potty....hurry quick...don't go yet...wait wait...OK...I have dry pants Mom...I AM WONDERFUL...I have potty in the toilet... I am so proud of you...I am so impressed..." I love how she praises and affirms herself when there is no one else available to do it. She makes it without accidents a little more than half of the time, and I am proud of her and tell her I am impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids Bible memory project right now is I Corinthians 13. It has been a good one for them and for me. Sometimes patience and kindness are in short supply here and it is good to be accountable to each other because of what we are all memorizing together. It has also sparked alot of interest in Saul/Paul and who he was and what he did which is something I didn't expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec and Jan wanted to know this week if we are rich. I said yes. They said, "What does it mean to be rich?" I said that to be rich meant that you had more than you need and then they agreed "Yeah, we ARE rich."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-5456231683354101768?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/5456231683354101768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=5456231683354101768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/5456231683354101768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/5456231683354101768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/01/rich.html' title='Rich'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/R6HgbuAe7LI/AAAAAAAACkA/Mc956Je-QUI/s72-c/1+4+08+Alec+new+duds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-3423606364564746720</id><published>2008-01-14T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:59:56.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Football Pwayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/January2008/photo#5154815954932714082"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/CarneFamily/R4mVzLRHymI/AAAAAAAACZU/EuDy9H8d67Y/s400/1%2012%2008%20Mom%20kids%20Pittsburgh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite some time now since I have contributed to this blog.  Mostly because I have been too busy at work, but also because I have been too busy at home sleeping in between being too busy at work.&lt;br /&gt;  December was pretty busy, and I am glad it is now January.  The new year started off with me switching to the Cardiac Surgery service here, which is pretty new and exciting for me.  I am the only resident on the service, and have some wonderful surgeons just itching to teach me lots of great things.  So far I have done three surgeries, inculding taking a postage stamp sized hole out of the sac that contains the heart (I did the entire surgery), and my first bypass.  There is just something about splitting open the chest, exposing the heart and then making the heart completely stop it's beating and put the patient on bypass for a couple of hours while you sew the patient's own veins and arteries to bypass the blocked ones, and then waking the heart back up again.&lt;br /&gt;  I have an amazing amount of respect for those surgeons, and feel like I am with a dying breed as they are more and more being pushed out of practice by low reimbursements, a dearth of replacements, and the distaste of the new generation for a field that requires the most challenging skills both mentally and physically.  I admit I am one of them, and have no desire to put myself under that much stress on a daily basis (I will be much more relaxed cutting open the abdomen and fixing things, and leave the chest to someone else).&lt;br /&gt;  They really are the doctor's doctor in my opinion.  They completely manage their patients, are ICU doctors and lung specialists as well as master surgeons.  My hat is off to them, and I feel privileged to be able to stand next to them in the OR this month.&lt;br /&gt;  We are just finishing interviews for the incoming class of new residents that will start in July.  Feels weird now that I am two years removed from their position, and I am starting to lose the feeling of how they felt and how intimidated I was.  I am also realizing how much closer I am to being done with residency, and how much more I need to learn.  Seems like I have made it to the point that some things are really starting to come together for me knowlege wise, and I am starting to have the foundation that I can build my knowlege upon.  I only have 3.5 years left, which really is not all that much time to get the skills and knowlege I will need wherever the Lord has for me.&lt;br /&gt;  The rest of the year has me doing another month of Cardiac surgery, a month of Plastic surgery, a month of Transplant surgery up in Cleveland, and another few months of general surgery I think, or maybe ICU or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;  Last month seemed to be really strange.  We had this guy come in that was similar to another patient we had earlier in the year.  He was a young guy of 18 who actually came in one night as a trauma patient.  He had been involved in a drunken car wreck where the vehicle he was in was stolen.  He didn't have anything wrong and was a real jerk to the staff, spitting, swearing, swinging, etc... so we let him go home.  He then showed up later that same night having been shot in a room with a girl, not his girlfriend, and when he came in he wasn't swearing or spitting, or fighting.  He looked at me and with wide eyes asked me point blank if he was going to die.  I answered back with the usual "well, we are trying to make sure you don't." as I looked at his chest x-ray the bullet wound on his left chest seemed to have a chest that was full of blood.  We began pumping him full of blood and IV fluids, and I put a tube in between his ribs into his chest cavity under his armpit to evacuate the blood that has accumulated there, as well as re-expand his lung.  Initially I watched just over 3 pints of blood come out of the tube.  I secured the tube to his chest and then took another look and he had over a liter out. At this point we were able to roll him and found the exit wound in the small of his back and so we took him up to surgery.  We placed him on the operating table and then he asked us again if he was going to die.  I was praying again as I answered, "well, we sure hope not sir, we are doing our best to make sure you don't die okay." A few seconds later when we put him to sleep for the surgery we lost his pulse and blood pressure, so we started CPR and he had blood squirting out of his bullet holes with the compressions.  The chest surgeon arrived and cracked his chest, to find his heart beating, but then it stopped.  He had a bullet wound all the way through both segments of his left lung and the bullet had severed both the main artery and vein going to his lung, which is a fatal wound.&lt;br /&gt;  Well, we really have been doing okay as a family, with the children learning much more how to read, play football, build and create.  I have someone I have to go see now, so I will end here.  Some short moments of calm on call here at the hospital are the times I have to write here, so I guess that means it has to be interrupted like now.  Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-3423606364564746720?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/3423606364564746720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=3423606364564746720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3423606364564746720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3423606364564746720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2008/01/football-pwayer.html' title='A Football Pwayer'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-3085620124834708936</id><published>2007-12-30T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T15:19:15.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pati cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/R3f3G7RHyXI/AAAAAAAACXM/k7LNYaCme0M/s1600-h/12+25+07+Pati+pretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/R3f3G7RHyXI/AAAAAAAACXM/k7LNYaCme0M/s400/12+25+07+Pati+pretty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149856397282232690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that Patagonia is one year old already. Pati is the first one of the kids to suck her thumb. She finds her blanket very comforting. She likes to snuggle and she likes Daddy best of anybody. All the older kids want to take care of her and carry her and make sure she is OK. Sometimes it bothers her and I think she learned to walk at 10 months out of self defense. If she wasn't so big I think Anne would carry her around just like Alec and Jan do.&lt;br /&gt;She fell down the basement stairs in November. I was at the bottom and I heard a sound like a cat yowling and poor Pati was bouncing her way down. I stopped her a couple of steps from the bottom. She had bruises but that was all. Scared us both. David installed a hinge on the basement door that makes it close unless it is propped open by something heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Pati is a good sleeper and has never been the demanding sort. She is patient and waits her turn without much fuss. She is stong willed in a quieter way, so that it is easier to miss. I was especially grateful for an easy going baby last year since we dealt with so much sickness. &lt;br /&gt;She does her best to keep up with the older kids and even goes outside to play in the snow with them. They love her and try to take good care of her...although sometimes she would do better on her own! &lt;br /&gt;Pati missed being a Christmas baby by just two days. My Grandpa and his Father were both born on Christmas, but we were happy with the 27th. David's Aunt Bee and another of my Great Grandfathers were born on the 27th. That day was the first day that month that David was available to be there for the birth, so I was happy that she came on the 27th. We missed having Heather Judson here for Christmas since she came last year for Pati's birth.&lt;br /&gt;David got to be home this year too on Patagonia's birthday and we had a little tiny party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-3085620124834708936?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/3085620124834708936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=3085620124834708936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3085620124834708936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3085620124834708936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/12/pati-cakes.html' title='Pati cakes'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/R3f3G7RHyXI/AAAAAAAACXM/k7LNYaCme0M/s72-c/12+25+07+Pati+pretty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-614094608232674024</id><published>2007-11-21T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T00:17:16.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/R0UFV_0BxNI/AAAAAAAACIc/C6TveCTk-E0/s1600-h/Jenny+Lake+Tetons-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/R0UFV_0BxNI/AAAAAAAACIc/C6TveCTk-E0/s400/Jenny+Lake+Tetons-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135516825550963922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just somewhere we want to go someday. Wonder if we will make it there.&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago I read a book that encouraged me to be occupied with Christ. To think of Him as my occupation. I liked the picture that it left me with. I wanted to be occupied with Christ. I still want that. &lt;br /&gt;David talked to me recently (he makes it home once in awhile)about walking with God through the day, and how important it is to mentally walk with Him, take things to Him, be with Him.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the reality often is that I lose sight of that and just see the laundry, the diapers, the mess, the barfs, another weekend alone (alone with four children...does that count?)and I forget to share it with Him.&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk with God all day long.&lt;br /&gt;We made pies and jello today and the kids and I are looking forward to Thanksgiving breakfast tomorrow cause we are going to have pies and jello. Jan and Alec have started helping out in the dishes department and I think it is wonderful. David comes home around lunchtime tomorrow to get some sleep and then we will do what we can to wake him up around dinnertime for pies and jello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-614094608232674024?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/614094608232674024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=614094608232674024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/614094608232674024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/614094608232674024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-just-somewhere-we-want-to-go.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/R0UFV_0BxNI/AAAAAAAACIc/C6TveCTk-E0/s72-c/Jenny+Lake+Tetons-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-7662011952827779345</id><published>2007-10-24T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:52:01.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is October in the Fall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/October2007/photo#5123506501781861042"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/CarneFamily/RxpaBJMcsrI/AAAAAAAACAw/lNsFBfmYIPc/s400/10%2017%2007%20Pati%20Leaves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/October2007"&gt;October 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are nearly past the summer, but you wouldn't know it.  The weather is still in the 70's, seems like we just started school again, and we have more trauma patients than normal on the trauma service here at work. &lt;br /&gt;  As I knock on some substance that appears to be related to a tree, I marvel that the Carne family has not made it to the Emergency Department for some time in the patient capacity.  We have been riding bikes, hiking, swimming, playing baseball and Frisbee and learning all sorts of new things in our home school time.  Kristi went out west for a wedding of a dear friend, and promptly contracted the west coast flue virus, or whatever it was, and was ill enough to have to postpone a return flight to recover.  We had expert help back here on the homefront, in the form of Mary Beth Copper, so all was well.  Was nice to have her here and the kids shed many a tear when she left to go back to Washington. &lt;br /&gt;  Jan has been growing up, looks much more like a big girl now, and is reasoning and asking questions enough to get responses from the parents like "can you please just be quiet for a while, or read a book, or draw a picture, or go play outside?"  She is curious about most everything and wants to know exactly who is calling, what they are saying, what socks they are wearing, etc...  She is excelling at school work, and says "did you know I would be so good at art?" &lt;br /&gt;  Alec is getting much older. Connects with a baseball quite well, throws a frisbee like a champ, and is a pretty protective brother for all of his girls.  He is pretty quick to pick things up, and is quite sensitive to negative waves. Very helpful and likes to do boy stuff with dad, especially if it includes tools or fixing things. &lt;br /&gt;  Anne is still rashy below the knees, but much better than she was. Still fights gravity without much success, and is the most radiant sunshine or the most gloomy cloud.  She is quite verbose and continually astounds me with her vocabulary and grasp of the events around her.  The Chiropractor the other day was treating her a little younger than she likes and commented about her top "this is red, isn't it?" To which she quickly replied with a finger on her pant leg "this is blue, isn't it?" &lt;br /&gt;  Pati has to be one of the best babies, and I think weighs more than Anne does, or nearly so. She is standing by herself now (10 months) and is not fond of any form of correction, but seems to persist in getting it. She appears to have a good sense of humor, and laughs heartily. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Work has been very busy lately.  I am on the Trauma team this month, and it has been the most busy month all year, by far.  We have had about 40 trauma patients over the past 6 days, which accounts for over 15% of our yearly number. Lots of car wrecks. Lots of drunken people. Some of our own residents. That new sport of Hood Surfing seems to be catching on... Or maybe it is a new effect of lots of alcohol and cocaine together.  Who knows, but usually you lose.  Maybe that is not fair, as I am not sure how many people are actually out there hood surfing and I am only seeing the losers. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will end for now.  Have to go back to Call duties.  I have discovered Facebook and have been experimenting. Not sure if I like it yet or not.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-7662011952827779345?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/7662011952827779345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=7662011952827779345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7662011952827779345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7662011952827779345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-october-in-fall.html' title='Is October in the Fall?'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-2766021297996966216</id><published>2007-10-18T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:30:38.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking Spree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/October2007/photo#5118374484014576050"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/CarneFamily/RwgeeZMcsbI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/nVH5ZDTzPow/s400/10%2006%2007%20Hikers%20Unite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed it last year but found out what all the signs for "Fall Hiking Spree" mean in time to complete it this year. Every year the Metro Parks here in our county put out a list of hikes. If you hike eight of those on the list you earn a hiking stick and the current years spree badge. After you earn your stick each year you finish the hikes in the months September-November you earn a new spree badge. The old-timers around here hike in the fall with their hiking sticks sporting 10 to 20 badges. Now we know what they mean and both Jan and Alec are impressed when they see them. I am sure that they have visions of showing off their own sticks plastered with badges someday, but for now they are proud as can be to hike with their sticks and the single white badge that they earned. All six of us earned hiking sticks and hope to use them for several more hikes this fall before the snow starts to fly here. Jan and Alec hiked every mile on their own. Anne didn't. But she is working on it and next year she will probably make it without help. Since Pati isn't quite walking it might be a couple years before she can keep up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-2766021297996966216?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/2766021297996966216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=2766021297996966216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2766021297996966216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2766021297996966216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/10/hiking-spree.html' title='Hiking Spree'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-4256751328039623864</id><published>2007-09-11T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:37:45.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2007/photo#5109863037703216882"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/CarneFamily/RunhXA0y3vI/AAAAAAAABxU/w4d7Vuj08cs/s800/IMG_3389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2007/photo#5109863548804325362"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/CarneFamily/Runh0w0y3_I/AAAAAAAABzY/m5aOG1jnPtU/s800/IMG_3432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2007/photo#5109863346940862338"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/CarneFamily/RunhpA0y34I/AAAAAAAAByg/CSYQw0lygWQ/s800/IMG_3415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/September2007/photo#5109863063473020674"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/CarneFamily/RunhYg0y3wI/AAAAAAAABxc/48Mlssp87d8/s800/IMG_3391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was home for the night. The temperature was perfect after a long run of stifling humidity. We braved what Alec calls "aggressive bees" and had a picnic at Stan Hywet. It was fun and we stayed for awhile and explored the grounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-4256751328039623864?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/4256751328039623864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=4256751328039623864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4256751328039623864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4256751328039623864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/09/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-4612250868439201396</id><published>2007-09-08T21:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:15:52.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy tip</title><content type='html'>I guess it would be a tip for anyone caring for children. I discovered it in a time of desperation and it is forever burned into my memory as one of my most brilliant moments. The only audience was my four children and only one of them noticed; not Pati grinning in the stroller or Alec worrying about getting to push the elevator button once we got back to the elevator or Anne touching everything in the bathroom she shouldn't - just Jan, sick as a dog.&lt;br /&gt;If you are ever in a public place and need something portable and disposable to catch any kind of mess, just look under the garbage bag in the rest room. They keep whole rolls of extra garbage bags. Tear one off the roll and you have a portable throw up bowl or whatever. I had to do it twice from two different bathrooms as we were caught in a large office building with an appointment to keep and Jan was suddenly very nauseated. And I knew exactly what she had had for breakfast. Alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-4612250868439201396?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/4612250868439201396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=4612250868439201396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4612250868439201396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4612250868439201396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/09/mommy-tip.html' title='Mommy tip'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-621946589675864096</id><published>2007-08-27T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:57:34.525-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summertime'/><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/July2007/photo#5103521133191500178"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/CarneFamily/RtNZbleUEZI/AAAAAAAABlE/3w3mbDro9j0/s400/IMG_2964.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/July2007"&gt;July 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time now has passed by since I last put anything down here for people to peruse.  I always have liked the sound of that word, just been a while since I have been able to do it or use it.&lt;br /&gt;  Since I last wrote something down, Kristi, Alec, and Anne have all celebrated birthdays.  We have four new fangs in Pati's mouth, the northwest has been blessed with our presence as we returned for a family reunion and wedding anniversary, and because some of our wonderful family paid the way for us to go.  We had a great time out there and it felt like a real summer to be able to spend time with family, play frisbee and eat watermelon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On the work front, I have been doing the upgraded duties and schedule of a second-year resident, which includes lots more work when I am on call, and I am on call much more, or so it seems.  Now a days, I am quite proficient at putting in central venous catheters, thoracostomy tubes, and just last week I removed my first gallbladder as the operator (not the assistant), which means from start to finish I did the entire case myself.  Most likely doesn't mean all that much to you, because you can't appreciate the difference, and in a year or so I suppose it won't mean much to me either, as I will be doing that more than assisting, but for now it is a pretty big milestone in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;   We have also enjoyed relative good health this summer, with only some fevers and minor illnesses to account for.  Jan is getting quite old it seems, and is more of a help to mom than ever.  She is much more interested in school things, and even writes "cursive," and I think by the looks of her "writing" she may have some medical potential there.&lt;br /&gt;    Alec is now without training wheels, is still working on his "R's," and "L'S" because they both come out "W" still. He is getting to be a help to mom as well, and is pretty interested in "boy" stuff.&lt;br /&gt;    Anne is the life of the party, and alternates from being the most entertaining and sweet child to a real challenge if she is crossed or corrected and doesn't appreciate it.  She has quite the wit and vocabulary, and uses both prolifically.  Her eczema is much more controlled now that she is on the strict and rotating diet, and I think it just might work for Anne's health, but not for Kristi's mental health.  I am not sure how she manages to keep a home, raise a family, and see to the needs of a husband like she does.  She is amazing and I know she has the hard end of this deal for sure.  She has stuck with me though, and still says she loves me, so I guess it is worth it.  I am so grateful to have her, and could not do this residency thing without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    At work we have been dealing with all of the greatest members of society, who seem to save up their tricks and fancy moves for when they are drunk and tired.  I think working on the trauma service is sort of like a box of chocolates, "cause you never know what you will get next."  Usually one common denominator is alcohol, and a very low I.Q., which may be redundant as I am not really sure which one comes first.&lt;br /&gt;    Some of the more interesting cases lately have been those that I had a "strange feeling about."  It is the not very scientific part of medicine, and I seem to recall a book I had started reading with Kristi called "Blink."  There are these cases I get where I get one story, and then things just don't feel right, so I start following my sense of what isn't right and have ended up with some bad stuff.  The first one was a couple of weeks ago, when I was called to go evaluate a patient who had just completed open heart surgery 4 days prior to my seeing him.  His abdomen was distended and he was breathing sort of fast and shallow, and just didn't look right, but he refused to acknowledge anything going on, or any real pain.&lt;br /&gt;   I didn't believe him and went to look at the CT scan he just had that the radiologist read as "negative."  I stared at it and something just didn't seem right, so I played around with it for a while and then started to see some air that wasn't in his bowels.  This means you have ruptured a hole in the bowel somewhere between stem and stern, so I showed it to my attending, and told him my concerns.  He agreed with my analysis that something was up, and so we went down to radiology to have them explain to us how this gas was read initially as not outside of the bowel... Anyhow to make a long story short, he had ruptured his colon and we had caught it early  enough to hopefully catch him before he got really sick.&lt;br /&gt;   The next case was a lady who came into the emergency room looking like she was going to die, pale, sweaty, heart rate fast, and writhing in pain.  The emergency room told me they thought she had a ruptured aneurysm, or at least a dissecting one, and when they sent her to the CT scanner, told me they were going to call me about her.  I was curious, so I went down and watched her CT scan, and her Aorta was fine, but her bowel looked goofy to me.  The radiologist told me that she was just breathing too much and the CT was too poor quality to make any diagnosis, but he didn't think anything was wrong.  I disagreed, and went and showed it to my attending who was in surgery at the time.  He went on my intuition and scheduled her for the OR.  I was starting to feel like maybe I would look really stupid if he opened her up and didn't find anything, so I started second-guessing myself, especially since she was much more comfortable with the pain medication on board.  To shorten it up again, we decided to go to surgery anyway, based on my bad vibes, and the attending called me into the OR 45 minutes later.  I was thinking, "here it comes, I am going to get reemed out for making him operate on a perfectly normal and healthy lady."  As I walked in the door, I could smell this unmistakeable smell of death, and looked on the table and he says, "you think we should have operated?"  "I guess so," as I look at 3 feet of dead small bowel sticking out of her belly.  Normal small bowel is pink.  Dead small bowel is very dark red/black color.  She had an internal hernia of her small bowel and it strangulated the blood supply, killing off a loop of her bowel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, enough of the stories for now.  I have to run study for my board exam next week, see Alec's new bike kickstand and bell, and put the kids to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and write if you get a chance to tell me how you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-621946589675864096?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/621946589675864096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=621946589675864096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/621946589675864096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/621946589675864096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/08/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-3918961855040148861</id><published>2007-08-19T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:53:49.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RskaL1eUECI/AAAAAAAABhA/GlrHh553dI0/s1600-h/7+16+07+Andi+and+Anne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RskaL1eUECI/AAAAAAAABhA/GlrHh553dI0/s400/7+16+07+Andi+and+Anne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100636843608903714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RskaMFeUEDI/AAAAAAAABhI/GoLS9lj_N3w/s1600-h/7+16+07+Jan+Halley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RskaMFeUEDI/AAAAAAAABhI/GoLS9lj_N3w/s400/7+16+07+Jan+Halley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100636847903871026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July flew by and August is almost gone too. I hate to see it go, I have always loved the summertime. Tonight the kids thought that I had let them stay up REALLY late since it was actually dark when they got into bed.&lt;br /&gt;David was able to take a week of vacation time in July and we flew to Oregon for a trip that was just too short. Wow we saw alot of relatives! It was a good time of reconnecting with people and letting the kids reconnect with cousins. We sure miss everyone out there. Going "home" was like a breath of fresh air for me, I loved it. It was good to come to our real home, though, and swing back into real life here. &lt;br /&gt;For over a month we owned our very first family pets. Goldfish. It was fun while it lasted. Several wading pools in town release 400 goldfish into their pool one day midsummer(it is when they are refilling the pool, before chemicals go in) and let kids try to catch them in a container and take them home. It was FUN and we came home with four fish. Every morning we would make our way to the breakfast table, wondering if the fish would be swimming around or floating upside down. Each one was carried outside on a slotted spoon and buried in the flowerbed. Two of them have crosses. Alec dug his up several days later and reburied it...just curious I guess.&lt;br /&gt;The kids have been "building stuff" out in the yard. We brought home a carload of free lumber scraps from Home Depot and Jan and Alec built a bike jump (with some help), some boats to float in their plastic pool and some other stuff. Most of their spare moments have been spent outside hammering this last week (Anne too).&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I have been driving out to Wadsworth every weekday for the last two weeks for swimming lessons. (It is just a twenty-five minute drive, but somehow, here, the way people think of it is "driving ALL the way out to Wadsworth".) Jan is really swimming, and Alec is just starting to paddle around too. The first week we went out we missed three days because of thunderstorms (Humidity! That whole week I felt as though we were living in a bathroom while someone was taking a shower). We have two make up lessons this week for the days the pool was out of commission because it was directly hit by lightning. Now, when the kids are out playing in the plastic pool in the backyard Jan hustles everybody out at the least hint of thunderstorm. She takes such good care of everybody.&lt;br /&gt;That was the week we had our first tornado warning, too. &lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden everyone is talking about school starting and fall coming. For some reason I just am not ready for summer to be over yet. All of that canning that I didn't get done, the planning for school that I have yet to do. I work really hard and never seem to get it all done...but I do take lots of breaks to race kids around the house (they make a mark for every trip around the house...Jan is winning right now) laugh over their funny books from the library and set the chipmunk traps, and get out junk so they can do projects and do all of the things that never make it onto my to do list but they are the only things that we remember when the day is over.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it is good to see time passing since that means progressing through residency. Right now just checking off one more day of it is good! No matter how hard David works he never gets it all done either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them."  Ephesians 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-3918961855040148861?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/3918961855040148861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=3918961855040148861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3918961855040148861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/3918961855040148861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/08/summers-end.html' title='Summer&apos;s end'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RskaL1eUECI/AAAAAAAABhA/GlrHh553dI0/s72-c/7+16+07+Andi+and+Anne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-2616301339895051001</id><published>2007-06-29T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:32:03.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipmunks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RoXNODuDqRI/AAAAAAAABYk/KBrORUkhOis/s1600-h/6+17+07+Caught+chip+number+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RoXNODuDqRI/AAAAAAAABYk/KBrORUkhOis/s400/6+17+07+Caught+chip+number+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081693395957819666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spring we were overrun with chipmunks. They were everywhere all of the time. Squirrels too, but the chipmunks caused trouble. Digging holes in the grass, eating things in the flower beds, getting into the garage and just generally messing with things. After trying several "humane" things our neighbors bought rat traps. &lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and Grandma Copper came out to visit (and Uncle Titus and Aunt Kaytra, along with cousins Elise and Triana Engen). My Dad bought the kids a chipmunk trap. They were in heaven. They learned that you have to put the bait on a scoop of peanut butter so that the chipmunks can't just take the bait and escape before the doors close. For days that was the most exciting thing happening here. Usually when Jan and Alec or Anne wakes up in the morning they come to see me (makes me feel important). Not when the traps were set. I would hear noise from their bedroom and stumbling out in the hallway, and they would run right by my room and out the front door to see if they had caught anything. I think that the final count was 18. Some days they caught 4 or 5. Alec and Grandpa Copper would load them into the car and give them their freedom at the golf course a little way down the road. They caught a few squirrels when the chipmunk trapping slowed down. One of the last nights they set the traps we watched a skunk with a long flowing tail prance through our backyard. We all hoped that skunks didn't like peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of June we got the results back for a blood test that Anne had taken. We have been careful with diet but unable to pin down all of her food sensitivities without a blood test. She had been tested for IgE reactions last fall and showed an allergy to rice. I had removed rice and milk and eggs and oats and chocolate and citrus and tomatoes and I don't know what else. She improved but still wasn't doing well. She flared up badly this spring, awful eczema, 7-8 poopy diapers a day, some in the middle of the night, nearly always woke up poopy or so wet her bed was wet too. Her bottom was orange (like a burn) and often raw. She was crabby and cried alot, her nose was usually runny. She was up nearly every night, usually 2 and 3 times crying and itching or crying and pooping. God provided the money to take a different blood test, a test for IgG reactions to 115 different foods. It came back positive for 26 more things. She is on a very limited 4 day rotational diet and has slept through the night for two weeks now. Her orange bottom is gone and she has a much better disposition. The only gluten containing food that she didn't react to was rye but when I gave it to her on her "rye day" she had an awful reaction to it and although she had not been tested for gluten sensitivity, at this point I think that it is a likely possibility. I am trying to be diligent to really rotate her foods and am grateful for the improvement in the last two weeks. (Enjoying the break in the diaper department as well, since she is down to 2 or 3 times a day.)That may be a boring update for some but it is something that has been a "big deal" for us and it continues to be. She is a good sport, eating steamed cold cauliflower when other kids are eating goldfish crackers. She has learned to say "I don't like it!", but she will eat it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;After a comparatively good two weeks as far as schedule goes David is back on yucky schedule. I guess there is a reason that they call them "residents". We won't see him much for the next three weeks but then we do get him for a week of vacation which we are all excited about. He has to take another nasty test in July or August which means that he will spend most all of his "free" time between now and then studying for it. All I can say is that David is a diligent man who works hard and does what he can to keep a good perspective about where the Lord has him. "They" say that all surgical residents seriously consider quitting during years two and three. I am beginning to understand why and I don't even go to the hospital. I just see the demands put on him in terms of time and energy and am proud of all that he does. He took the kids to the ball field last night and pitched so that we all could bat and run the bases (Alec had bought a pair of baseball cleats at a garage sale and really needed to try them out).&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to seeing some family and friends in the few days that we will be in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-2616301339895051001?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/2616301339895051001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=2616301339895051001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2616301339895051001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2616301339895051001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/06/chipmunks.html' title='Chipmunks'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RoXNODuDqRI/AAAAAAAABYk/KBrORUkhOis/s72-c/6+17+07+Caught+chip+number+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8050639172847366196</id><published>2007-05-27T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:29:03.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RlpMdesZhdI/AAAAAAAABNw/ilH4EOB8SQk/s1600-h/5+20+07+Three+Older+Kids+Stan+Hywett+Treehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RlpMdesZhdI/AAAAAAAABNw/ilH4EOB8SQk/s400/5+20+07+Three+Older+Kids+Stan+Hywett+Treehouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069448399898117586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David had a pretty good schedule at the beginning of this month. The bad thing about a good schedule, I am finding, is that you always end up paying for it. Since he had his four days off in the first two weeks of May that means that he has no days off for the rest of the month...it also means that he is working Memorial Day weekend. David's job has given me a whole new view of holidays. They are beginning to mean "days when people drink alcohol and do stupid things and either end up in the hospital or putting other people in the hospital". It does make for interesting dinner conversation. David was on call on Friday which means that out of Friday and Saturday we got to see him for about three hours. At dinner, we heard about the man who took a nasty fall and broke some facial bones and has been leaking fluid from his brain out of...somewhere (his nose I think). Then there was the man who got shot and David spent two hours up to his elbows inside the man's belly, squeezing his aorta, while two other surgeons searched for the source(s) of all the bleeding. I asked "How did you know it was his aorta, how did you find it?" He told me how to find it, although I hope I never have to do it. I don't remember what we had for dinner but I was glad it wasn't spagetti. (I guess there are some good things about Anne being allergic to tomato sauce.)I had been considering telling him about some of my day, but it all seemed so trivial after that. None of what I do is anywhere near as intimidating as what happens to him on a regular basis. &lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday and David is on call again which means that out of today and tomorrow we will see him for an hour or two tomorrow. He managed a 60 second phone call from the hospital at 10:00 tonight - I guess he had a few second lull while a woman who came in as a trauma patient was in the CT scanner. I was baking a chocolate cake and mixing up pretzel jello for the neighborhood picnic tomorrow. So, David is spending the weekend putting in central lines, IV's and chest tubes and I am changing diapers, giving baths, saving kids when Anne poops in the bathtub again, scrubbing, cooking, folding, making funny face sandwhiches, feeding a baby, breaking up fights, figuring out what in the world I can feed Anne that is wheat, dairy, rice, tomato, chocolate and citrus free and admiring craft papers.&lt;br /&gt;I like my job. The kids and I have a pretty good time together most days. Any time David has a day off we call it vacation and it is the best time of the month. I am looking forward to tomorrow and hearing more of his stories at supper. When my Mom was here last month I got to go down to the hospital one of the nights he was on call and meet him for an hour. David went up to put an IV in someone and I got to go and watch. It was the first time I have ever been with him while he is working at the hospital. I honestly cannot imagine what surgery must be like. Maybe someday I will get to go and watch, but for now I guess I will be content with hearing about some of it.&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8050639172847366196?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8050639172847366196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8050639172847366196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8050639172847366196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8050639172847366196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/05/dinner-conversation.html' title='dinner conversation'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RlpMdesZhdI/AAAAAAAABNw/ilH4EOB8SQk/s72-c/5+20+07+Three+Older+Kids+Stan+Hywett+Treehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-9132660068760569157</id><published>2007-05-08T03:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T03:57:52.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/May2007/photo#5059762892286939234"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/CarneFamily/RjfjivJ3UGI/AAAAAAAABEM/QbKeJyLyyDI/s144/5%201%2007%20Good%20Pati%20Push%20up%20sharp%20crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had our fair share of flowers here, finally. What they say about April is all true, it really is the cruelest month. We had snow on Easter, something I don't remember in the story books, although the bunny is always white, so maybe an Arctic Hare? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life had been busy for us here in Akron. Spring has brought outside activities that include lawn care, garage cleaning, mowing the lawn, searching in vain for our little wading pool that blew away, emptying the lawn mower bag, playing with toads and riding our bikes as much as possible. As soon as it hit 60 degrees, the kids managed to get us to set up the slip-n-slide. I guess that winter coat is pretty thick still.&lt;br /&gt;Jan is riding her bike without training wheels, and is able to keep pace with the runners on flat terrain. Alec is starting to think about riding without the training wheels on, but is not quite there yet. His asthma seems to be better controlled at the moment. Anne is still getting into all sorts of trouble, stirring up trouble, and just plain trouble whenever she is not being a very delightful child, which is most of the time. Pati has been the best baby ever, smiles even when sick, and lights up with a huge smile with any drop of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been to the Cleveland Botanical Gardens most recently, which was great fun. We get in free with our pass to a local historic mansion site here in Akron, so that was why we were able to enjoy it. They even had a small children's garden where volunteers help keep the kids focused, hand our free trees that dad gets to plant when we get home, and a large indoor section including a rain forest with lots of butterflies, and an arid region with lizards and hedgehogs and such. Quite well-done and we all had fun there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't enough for us, so we went to the Cleveland Zoo and had lunch with the elephants again. Pretty fun to be able to be so close to so many zoos and parks and activities. That is the nice thing about this area; we are close to everything. Within a 2-hr drive we have 5 nice zoos, 2.5 aquariums, 3 science centers (OMSI type), Lake Erie, the world's largest roller coaster park and lots of indoor and outdoor waterparks (some day later we will discover these), and countless metroparks that are usable year-round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also are becoming a bit more involved in Church. Kristi and I have been attending a series of weekend classes on how to study the Bible and communicate effectively (Hermeneutics and Homiletics). I most likely butchered the spelling there. Has been good, and we seem to be fitting in a bit more as well. Is tough to get involved when I am not there much, but I think we are doing a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have nothing more to add, seeing how I am here in the ICU on call at 3:30 am waiting for a CT scan to be done on a lady who has a bleed in her brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop us an email if you feel like it, or drop by if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-9132660068760569157?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/9132660068760569157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=9132660068760569157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/9132660068760569157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/9132660068760569157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-flowers.html' title='May Flowers'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8936787824234770094</id><published>2007-04-16T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:06:09.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"April is the cruelest month"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RiQm86RAdVI/AAAAAAAAA9w/EAfiSjryzgg/s1600-h/4+8+07+Four+Good+Easter+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RiQm86RAdVI/AAAAAAAAA9w/EAfiSjryzgg/s400/4+8+07+Four+Good+Easter+Picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054207509691135314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RiQkXqRAdTI/AAAAAAAAA9g/E8etJtWCJkw/s1600-h/4+6+07+No+Fair+Weather+Easter+Eggers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RiQkXqRAdTI/AAAAAAAAA9g/E8etJtWCJkw/s400/4+6+07+No+Fair+Weather+Easter+Eggers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054204670717752626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood that quote before but I think that it is coming to me now. The first week in April we had a couple of days in the 70's. It was great! Jan learned to ride without training wheels. Everybody graduated to the next size up in bikes (Alec to Jan's, Anne to Alec's old scooter from last year, and Jan actually downgraded because it is less intimidating to ride without training wheels on a smaller bike). We got out the plastic pool and wore swimming suits for a couple of days. Then the snow came back. We are back inside eating soup again. &lt;br /&gt;David had to work a few hours in the morning Easter Sunday and then had a week of vacation which we all thoroughly enjoyed. We are squeezing every last drop out of our Akron Zoo pass. On Monday we made our way to Pittsburgh and used our pass to visit the zoo and aquarium there. It was too cold to be outside much but the aquarium was so much fun. On Wednesday we headed to Erie, PA, mostly to see Presque Isle State Park. We played for awhile in the sand, built a fort out of driftwood and when it got too cold for us we drove over to use our pass at the Erie Zoo. David and I thought the best plan for the week would be to go and do something every other day and rest on the in between days. On Friday we had run out of (zoos?) ideas. I asked Jan and Alec what they wanted to do. "Stay home." "How bout we wrestle with Dad after dinner?" Sounded good to us. Almost every night Alec asked "When will we see Dad again?" It was fun to be able to say "Tomorrow" for so many days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;David is back at work today for a 30 hour shift but at least for this one he is rested up. The pastor of the church we are attending here has been giving a hermaneutics class. David went to the first class post call, after he had been up all night. He actually was able to get some good things out of it (didn't fall asleep) and fill me in on the details when he got home. He sent me to the class this week. It was strange. I don't know how long it has been since I sat somewhere alone for three hours (OK so I did have to take a break to feed the baby) drinking coffee, eating doughnuts and listening to a preacher. It was terrific! We have some assignments to work on for the next class (hoping that one of us can make it) but it is three weeks away so we have some time. It was nice to have the opportunity to get some good input and encouragment to be in the Word. (The doughnuts were fun too!)&lt;br /&gt;We were all going through David withdrawals today and can't wait to see him tomorrow. What a good vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8936787824234770094?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8936787824234770094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8936787824234770094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8936787824234770094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8936787824234770094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-is-cruelest-month.html' title='&quot;April is the cruelest month&quot;'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/RiQm86RAdVI/AAAAAAAAA9w/EAfiSjryzgg/s72-c/4+8+07+Four+Good+Easter+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-7374833963275912294</id><published>2007-03-22T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:45:30.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March Calm before the storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2007/photo#5043019928969708434"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/CarneFamily/Rfxn6AV0g5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/IlvE7CeFL7I/s144/3%2010%2007%20Dad%20anne%20read.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am still employed.  At least I think I am, because the government is taking some of their money back, but I guess that is not necessarily indicative of employment.  This is the first year I really had to think about taxes, and I discovered yet another benefit from having a family, or make that benefits.  Seems like they should list it as beneficiary or something positive.  I had a hard time finding where I take credit for feeding so many mouths because they list them as dependents... Seems like they could just call them parasites, or leeches, or something like that.  Why couldn't they have you multiply the number of blessings in your life by that number, since for you they are blessings on the tax form, if not at other times and places... I suppose the tax people make those forms, and so for them it is a negative thing for you to be able to have more of the money you are paid for working or doing whatever you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I had fun the past week filling out Oregon, Ohio, and Federal returns... so, if anyone has any questions feel free to consult your local tax person because I am needing to take a week straight of call to recover from the trauma of reading through all three instructions books, and filling in and re-filling in the forms for each entity.&lt;br /&gt;  The way it worked, the feds didn't get anything because my man W helped me out with that Child Tax Credit, but I guess the states don't see kids as a credit, only a deduction, and a pretty wimpy one at that, so I ended up paying tax in Oregon and then Ohio taxes the Oregon income as well, only giving you partial credit for having paid Oregon tax... Pretty sneaky, I think.  Seems like if someone could figure out how to work the system in the private world that the tax people have going, they would rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, the point to telling you all about this is that I actually have time to do my own taxes, given the fact that I am passing gas.  That means I am on anesthesia, where we gas our patients into anesthetic states so the "real" docs can operate on them.  Obviously, I am only taking this shot at them because they have the best possible job on the planet, except for the malpractice, and this month I see what I would have gone into had I been led to enter medicine to make lots of money and work few hours, having minimal patient contact and no office.  Too bad the Lord didn't lead me into the promised land of anesthesia... don't think I haven't been asking lots for a re-assignment this month, and thinking about switching.  Oh well, better to be doing what you are supposed to do, right?  Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  At least that is what I have been getting from 2 Corinthians lately, such a good book for me at this stage, seems to hit me over the head with what I should be doing, thinking and acting like.  Oh yeah, I am an ambassador of God's righteousness.  Seems so hard when that nasty thing called daily life gets to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This month, Jan turned 5 and we had a wonderful party here with a few neighbors, friends, and more friends.  Anne is recovering from splitting her head open, and we are treating the scar to help it be small as possible... She continues to taunt gravity and pay the price on a near daily basis. Alec is struggling with allergies, his inhaler irritating his intraocular pressures, and letting things get to him when he doesn't feel so well (that last part is me too, by the way), but overall is a great guy and is very helpful.  Pati is stuffed up yet again, but the airway diameter is much larger now, so the snot doesn't cause too many problems we can't handle at home.  Kristi is recovering from Pati, and is fairly busy -- Okay, really busy with the kids, the house, the home, the husband, lack of the husband, and has even gotten out for a quick jog since the weather has warmed up this past week to melt our snow.&lt;br /&gt;  Today, I am home early because I don't feel great (congested), there weren't very many interesting cases I wanted to pass gas on, and nobody seems to care if I am gone.  Kristi is gone to Amish country with her sister Cori, who is here for a week with her baby Sonja from Seattle.  I even got to spend some quality time with Sonja yesterday afternoon, but I realized three things; Sonja has just entered the age of awareness, Sonja prefers her mother to her scary uncle, Sonja will not accept a substitute for her mother, especially not the scary uncle.  Is fun to have them here, and makes us feel not so far away.&lt;br /&gt;   Overall, we have been greatly blessed as a family, and have survived almost another year of marriage (6 years on the 24th of this month), 3/4 of a year as a surgery resident, Ohio winter #1 with only one furnace malfunction where the father smoked the house trying to keep his family warm, a flooded basement, emergency rooms and hospital stays (outside of work), tax season, and being without our family and friends from home being within a few hours drive.  We have had lots of help and support from you all, in prayers, finances, tax advice, visits with lots of help with kids and projects, and making us feel important in your lives by communicating with us.&lt;br /&gt;  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now, I begin a much more intense phase of work next month that will likely stretch through until I finish residency about 4 years from now...  I move up in the on-call responsibility and for the next two years will be "taking second call" which means much more responsibility, work, hours, calls per month (as there are only 4 second call people, so you do the math, esp when anyone is on vacation) and stress... I do still hang my faith on the reliability of God and this being His idea anyway.  I have His word that He will be with us through this and glorify himself through all of this, so I am sure it will be and has been worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Feel free to write, call, come out, or whatever else you want to do that involves us and you and food. We'll bring the diapers and wipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-7374833963275912294?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/7374833963275912294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=7374833963275912294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7374833963275912294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7374833963275912294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-calm-before-storm.html' title='March Calm before the storm'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-7942837843094694760</id><published>2007-03-18T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:51:51.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And there's the scar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Rf2X2gV0hFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/WHaSzTD9Xek/s1600-h/2+19+07+Annes+Cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Rf2X2gV0hFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/WHaSzTD9Xek/s400/2+19+07+Annes+Cut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043354120375010386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really looks much better than that by now, I just thought I would put this up since the post about her accident didn't have a picture with it. She hasn't stopped climbing on chairs and tables and couches and counters, but she isn't falling quite as much as before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-7942837843094694760?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/7942837843094694760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=7942837843094694760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7942837843094694760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7942837843094694760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-theres-scar.html' title='And there&apos;s the scar'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qK7_LgD1Hd4/Rf2X2gV0hFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/WHaSzTD9Xek/s72-c/2+19+07+Annes+Cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8586746861716494619</id><published>2007-03-08T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:42:00.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/March2007/photo#5039748097552480146"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/CarneFamily/RfDIMWgQ95I/AAAAAAAAArg/SfRA5zaU5y0/s144/3%207%2007%20Furnace%20kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was putting the kids to bed I was cold. We keep our house at a refreshing temperature so I just thought that I should put on another sweatshirt. After an hour I was really cold, so I looked at the thermostat and it said 60. That is a little chilly even for us. This was a night that David was able to give me a call from the hospital so I asked him for tips on how to get the furnace started again. They were good ideas but none of them worked. I trekked down to the basement and drug out all of the feather quilts and heavy blankets that we had and draped them over the kids, covered Pati up carefully and then we all had a good nights sleep. When we woke up it was 50 degrees inside. We had a fresh 6 inches of snow outside and it was about 17 degrees. Everyone looked so cute with little red noses and rosy cheeks. We drank hot tea, put on snow hats and all swaddled up in blankets on the couch. David got home and built a fire (we had enough firewood for one fire, but we had not used the fireplace yet and I wasn't brave enough to risk a chimney on fire or a smokefilled house). The house warmed up a little and by about 2:00 the furnace was fixed and working just fine.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe today it is a little too warm in here because the kids have been begging to go outside all morning. I finally let them when they finished chores and  it got into the 20's outside. I am ready for spring but it keeps snowing! The kids don't seem tired of it, they are inside now eating yet another bowl of snow with honey on it. I feel like I should put up another Christmas tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8586746861716494619?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8586746861716494619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8586746861716494619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8586746861716494619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8586746861716494619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/03/while-i-was-putting-kids-to-bed-i-was.html' title='Springtime?'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-4078002116359953997</id><published>2007-02-18T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T13:37:56.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays</title><content type='html'>Not sure of why all of the medical emergencies in our family happen on Sundays...even better, Sundays when David is on call. Poor Alec spent the entire morning in a collared shirt and tie and we never made it to church. While I was feeding the baby the three bigger kids made their way into the kitchen to wait for breakfast. I soon heard the customary crash of Anne falling. This is a common daily occurance. Somewhere in the area of 5 to 15 times a day Anne falls...from chairs, tables, couches, and then there are the falls because of pushy siblings, slippery socks and some just plain old for no apparent reason. She always yells as though she is dying (Many women swear that they can tell the difference between their childrens mad, hurt, scared and whining cries. With Anne I have given up trying to interpret them. They all sound the same.). I left Pati screaming indignantly in the bedroom and went to check it out since Jan and Alec were yelling about blood. This morning &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a little different - she really had hurt herself and there was blood "all over" the kitchen. It always surprises me how much little cuts in the head bleed. When we got it all cleaned up the wound had shrunk down to a generous inch on her forhead...below the hairline. I thought that I would be traipsing back to the emergency room since the gash was pretty deep and looked to be too wide for the super glue treatment (Which I couldn't do by myself anyway...Anne is a wiggler even when she isn't in pain). There are several Doctors that attend the church that we attend - I tried "my" Doctor first (David). He answered my page but was awfully busy and it looked as though I should only use him if I was completely out of other options. I called the doctor that the kids call "Mr. Steve" who lives right down the street and is married to another doctor who the kids call "Mrs. Heather". They weren't home. I had one other option - the doctor who the kids call "Megan's Dad". He was home and graciously gave up a good portion of the morning to put some stitches in Anne's head.&lt;br /&gt;It has been snowing hard all morning but we may venture outside later to break icicles off of the gutters. We already did this yesterday and stored some away in the freezer, but there is a fresh crop this morning and opening the front door is hazardous because it makes ice daggers come crashing down. I think that it distresses the gutters too.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much snow outside that we have a snowman (he really is an icelumpman since the only way to get snow to pack is to build mounds and pour water over it) and a killer snow fort in the front yard - this last week we built two sledding hills in the back yard and are working on an igloo (although I forgot to pour water over that so it is not ready for excavation yet). People don't expect any sign of spring until April.&lt;br /&gt;If there are no other emergencies maybe we will try to make it to night church this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-4078002116359953997?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/4078002116359953997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=4078002116359953997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4078002116359953997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4078002116359953997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/02/sundays.html' title='Sundays'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-6124657481851450067</id><published>2007-02-14T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T08:32:58.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The big storm</title><content type='html'>Today I was glad for 4-wheel drive.  We were hit with about 16 inches of new snow on top of the 12 that were already there.  I had fun off-roading it in the big rig at 5 this am as I zipped past all of the honda civics in the world who were trying to swim down the street.  Due to the heavy weather, school and most government offices were closed, doctors and patients cancelled surgery, and that all added up to a fairly light day of work, meaning my senior resident sent me home around 1pm when I got my work all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Took the kids sledding at our local park, but due to the heavy snow they were having a very difficult time walking back up the hill, so we just made a few passes and called it quits.&lt;br /&gt;  Tried my hand at converting video off from the day and have posted it on google for all the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4260019235756321422&amp;pr=goog-sl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that doesn't work, you can email me and I will send you the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now going to be on call for a good stretch, so I may be quiet until March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to do lots more surgery, and getting to be quite the seamstress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-6124657481851450067?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/6124657481851450067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=6124657481851450067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6124657481851450067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6124657481851450067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/02/big-storm.html' title='The big storm'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-2827257349022480948</id><published>2007-02-03T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T10:22:21.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen February</title><content type='html'>Winter is here, finally.  After a December with nere a flake of snow, and a January where it rained as much as it was cold, we now have some winter weather.  We have about 4 inches of snow on the ground, that blows around, and for the next 3-4 days it is forcasted to be well below 20 degrees F.  &lt;br /&gt;  We now have carpet picked out for the office downstairs, someone to come out next week for to tear up our bathroom (they laid linoleum down on top of carpet and now it stinks and will come up) and put down some new linoleum.  So, maybe next weekend I will be able to put the office back together and have a place to hide and study and pay bills and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/January07/photo#5024871194439376306"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/CarneFamily/Rbvtunqm3bI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jHq9m1Fm_N4/s288/1%2022%2007%20Patagonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/January07"&gt;January 07&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  While we were at Home Depot picking out carpet last night, the lady in the carpet section told us that Home Depot has a craft day every Saturday from 9-11:45, so I took the three older kids to Home Depot and we put together race cars, visited their bathroom, and then made it out of there, but not before they hooked me with their discounted snow sleds.  Jan wanted the Red one, and was nearly in tears when I said "no."  She got over it.  Alec really wanted the Orange one and was in tears because he said "I don't know how to use the other one."  Actually, he doesn't know how to use any of them, but he got over the answer I gave Jan just a few seconds earlier.&lt;br /&gt;   I got the fancy one that looks like a wakeboard, and we went to the park just past our house, where there is a sledding hill.  Actually, it is a pretty nice sledding hill, and is sort of like a bowl, so they sled down and then sort of slide around in the bottow until friction overtakes gravity, or big slow kid doesn't get out of the way fast enough.  I decided to take them down with me, and that worked well until about 3 times into it Jan says to me, "can I go by myself?"  I started to say no, but I thought about that turtle Crush on Finding Nemo who says "it's time to see how Squirt does flying solo," and I said "uh, sure."  &lt;br /&gt;   After some instruction which mostly included repetitions of "hand on tight" in various flavors, Squirt flew solo, and actually did very well, except I forgot to tell her not to walk back up the middle of the hill, where everyone else slides down. Oh well, that's how you learn, I guess.  Next, Alec wanted to go down by himself too, and so both Squirts did very well flying solo.  So much so that by the end of the time I decided to add some speed and put them on together.  I almost bowled a perfect strike, where they nearly took out a pack of about 8 14-year old girls at the bottom, who were talking and joking until Jan and Alec came blasting through the pack.  &lt;br /&gt;    We will have to go back and bowl again, and maybe I will bring my camera, so I can share it with you all.  &lt;br /&gt;    At many of these parks here, there are ponds that are converted into ice rinks... Which we decided maybe we will plan on doing next year, after a year of solid shopping for ice skates for the family.  I had some old russian hockey skates, but gave them up a while back.  Actually, we could most likely find some skates quite easily, but I need a good year to get stretched out so I don't pull something trying to help the kids learn to skate.  I have visions of my dear Father, trying to avoid a wild 4 year old, as well as a hazard marked with cones, and then slipping on a "slippery spot on the ice" nearly made himself a wish bone.  Actually, maybe kids learn faster if they just go out there by themselves and figure it out.  That sounds good, maybe I can watch the baby and keep the hot chocolate company or something.&lt;br /&gt;    This month I am back to the land of general surgery, which is nice, actually.  My first day on was Thursday, and I was on call.  I got to take out two gallbladders with an attending I have barely met, and the second one he let me do practically the entire thing.  I helped put in the gas port and then put in two ports on my own, and held the gall bladder for him while we did cholangiograms (injecting the cystic duct to image the bile ducts and confirm we have the correct duct, as well as look at the specific anatomy (there are plenty of variations to the "normal" bile duct anatomy).&lt;br /&gt;  After this point, we started the actual operation and he let me operate the camera as well as do the dissection, isolate and clip off the duct and artery, cut them, and then use cautery to dissect out the gallbladder itself and then put it in a bag and pull it out, followed by careful inspection for bleeding or oozing and then irrigation and quick inspection of the bowel and then taking out and suturing up the port holes.&lt;br /&gt;  It was my first real abdominal operation where I was the primary operator, and it was great. Helps to confirm to me why I am here and what I am trying to get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;  Well, that is about it for this time.  We left the sledding hill just perfectly: everyone had a good time and was upset to leave.  Maybe we will let mom go back with them tonight and sled again while I keep the baby and Anne company here in the warm house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up the park website and there are at least 4 parks here that have sledding hills, and 3 that have ice skating ponds.  Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/February2007/photo#5029966163063053586"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/CarneFamily/Rc4Hk02bnRI/AAAAAAAAAmU/3ZG7tQiFFlc/s288/2%207%2007%20Back%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/February2007"&gt;February 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-2827257349022480948?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/2827257349022480948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=2827257349022480948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2827257349022480948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2827257349022480948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/02/frozen-february.html' title='Frozen February'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-6340476444249494674</id><published>2007-01-27T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:54:20.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/January07/photo#5024871331878329858"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/CarneFamily/Rbvt2nqm3gI/AAAAAAAAAjg/L5qtdsWoqnA/s288/1%2027%2007%20Patagonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/January07"&gt;January 07&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January was busy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Starting off we had vacation the first week of January, where my dad and Maria came out for two weeks and were a tremendous asset to us with a new baby and three other children.  God knew we needed them here, because one of the first days back to work, my dad came and told me at about 6am that the basement was flooded.  Seems the roots are growing into our sewer and with the extra rain we had, our drain couldn't keep up and we backed up.  Had to tear out half of the carpet, rip up the pad and then my dad bleached everything and we set it out to dry.  &lt;br /&gt;  Insurance had a carpet guy come out and he sprayed some cleaner into everything and then re-laid the carpet.  Next, a cleaner service comes to actually clean the stuff, and then I have to figure out what to do in the office as we threw that carpet out and are not sure what to replace it with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, I have no office to work from or be inspired to blog from, which is fine because we have been busy this month with work (I have been on Urology) and sickness.  All of the kids have been sick this month, Kristi included. Mary Beth is now out here with us for two weeks and she is sick too.  She was well on her way to recovering from a nasty bug when she arrived and I think that we have succeded in giving her a little too much to do. More than we intended, anyway. Last weekend we were in the Children's Hospital for Friday night through Sunday afternoon with Pati, who had RSV bronchiolitis and was having a very difficult time managing secretions. Mary Beth held down the fort with the three sick bigger kids for the whole weekend while we parents were at the hospital. We don't know what we would have done without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All is now well, and we even have our recycling trash bin here.  The city just distributed new trash cans to us, well, about 4 months ago, and we finally have the special one for recycling so we can save the planet.  Phew!  sure feels better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Urology has been pretty fun.  If you like genitals and their pathology.  Actually, I like the bladder scopes, and after the second week I was doing scoping people's bladders and shooting dye in their ureters and laser blasting kidney stones with a vengence.  Pretty fun, and they make a killing and have a good life, to boot, but there is something that tells me I would grow to hate it, and being so focused on a single organ system would drive me nuts and make me wonder why in the world I got into medicine, anyway.  Nice to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Actually, one of the residents a year ahead of me just switched to Urology, so next year he will be an intern again and start all over.  Good for him, but bad for us because he is such a good surgeon and guy.  Oh well, I hope they find a good replacement, since he and I were supposed to be senior and chief residents together.  I am just trusting God for the replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  No new pictures at the moment, since my hard drive is tucked away out of water's reach and all of my pictures are on that drive... .Also because I just finished taking my annual American Board of Surgery In Training Examination today.  This is a yearly exam we take which is sort of like a "see where you compare with all of the other surgery residents in the country" as well as a "better study more or else we won't let you pass on to the next level" whip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I will see if I get a chance to throw some pictures up for you all.  Since it has been colder and snowy lately, we have not been taking that many pictures, but we will see what we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hope all is well with you and the new year brings closeness with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-6340476444249494674?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/6340476444249494674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=6340476444249494674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6340476444249494674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/6340476444249494674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2007/01/january.html' title='January'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-4180770976202755428</id><published>2006-12-30T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T16:58:21.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When you were born...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/PatagoniaElenaCarne/photo#5014007383176207682"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/CarneFamily/RZVVJk9nXUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/NfjEQ2NuF3o/s288/12%2029%2006%20Side%20profile%20Pati.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/PatagoniaElenaCarne"&gt;Patagonia Ele...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were born...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Starting on December 21, I was on call every other day through the 25th, which means I was at home from about Noon until 5am the following morning on the 22nd, 24th, and 26th.  I had it all worked out: work straight until the 28th and then I would have five days off, followed by 7 more days of vacation.  During these 12 days I was hoping would bring the fourth child of ours.  If her respect of my schedule is any indication, Pati will be a most compliant and obliging daughter.  There was a crossover date where I had coverage at the hospital, but was expected to be there.  Kristi started having contractions starting somewhere around 7pm on the 26th, a day where I got off around noon from a 30-hour shift of being on call at the hospital.  I was able to nap some from 11 or so until about 3am when the groaning next to me  became a bit more intense and closer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The plan was to take the three kids next door to our wonderful neighbor's place (Dana and Nancy Ewing) as soon as we needed to, but we had some backup just in case.  On around 6:00 on the morning of the 27th I realized that I needed to get in gear and make sure the kids were breakfasted, clothed, pottied and had a change of clothing in preparation for a quick trip next door to the neighbor's place.  Somewhere after the oatmeal was ready (yes, I can cook when I have to, but the trick is to make it edible but not too close to savory that you are asked upon to perform the culinary art during non-emergent states) and the bags were nearly packed our lovely midwife Heather Judson decided to see how things were progressing.  Feel, rather, is more like it, I guess.  Anyhow, I didn't hear any words of the conversation that was going on in the "exam" room except for the word "COMPLETE."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now, maybe to the lay person that doesn't mean anything, but I suppose it would be like telling a cook that their oatmeal was either about to boil over or had run out of water.  In the next few minutes the children were up, dressed, hastily fed, and packaged and delivered next door after a call to the neighbor at 7am.  Fortunately for us, our midwife is no lay person either, and the word "COMPLETE" meant that in the time I had packaged and delivered the bewildered children next door, our bedroom had been transformed into a birthing suite, and before long we were full into it, with pushing, a bag of water that broke and showed us the GI tract was working in the new one as there was some meconium staining in the fluid (this can indicate fetal distress and is a problem if the little tot inhales some with the first breath of cool, fresh air).  She was pretty efficient after that and before more than 10 minutes had passed, maybe only 5 since the water broke, a crowning head was clearly visible.  One push after that we were trying to find the orifices to suction before the rest of the monster was delivered (the baby, of course is the one I mean is being delivered, although I know it is mutual deliverance).  It was difficult to suction because she was facing behind mommy, so suctioning was a bit like attempting to find a hole with a screw on the end of a bit on the back side of an ottoman that you are seated in front of.  In no way is my lovely wife similar to an ottoman, but that seems the best description I could think up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyhow, there she was and next thing I know we were sitting there wrapping the little sausage in a blanket and working the clamps on a cord after a minute or two.  Pati was discovered to be a Pati and not a Mark, or James, or John, or whatever we would have named her if she was a boy at this point, and was noticed to be incredibly quiet, blue, and nealy inactive except for large blinking eyes.  We finally rubbed her down and got a little hoarse cry out of her before we clamped and cut the cord.  Then we worked on getting Pati pinked up and suctioned out and dried off and wrapped up while waiting for the twin to be born (the placenta that is).  This took a bit of time, and I was a bit too close because this placenta was sort of it's own plug, holding back about a quart of blood and fluid that came out all at once and hit me right in the leg and foot. That being over, we had an issue with mom bleeding for about 45 or more minutes after the placenta was delivered, which involved massaging the fundus, giving some shepherd's purse (some herbal thingy), metherjin (that is how you pronounce it anyway), and pitocin that was intermixed with prayer of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The bleeding stopped, the baby nursed, we all felt a bit better and then got a nap or two before our first night together as 6. Pati seemed to be quite pleasant, and has continued to seem so.  I don't know if this will continue, but we are sure grateful for her quiet voice and calm demeanor.  Takes most everything either asleep or quietly gazing into the still winter air as if she is waiting for spring to come before she really wakes up and becomes who she is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Heather, the aforementioned midwife and long-time family friend, was escorted by 4 of us this morning to the airport, so it is just dad and the three older kids doing their best to stay out of mom's hair and keep everyone fed, in clean clothes, and the house in good walking order (paths clearly marked).  I have no idea how my wife does it.  I think I would go insane after a week or two dealing with this crew.  Not that they are bad kids at all, just that so much is going on and nobody really is that much of a help, yet.  I was able to get some help organizing the lincoln logs and such today, and I can warm up a mean frozen pizza and make some pretty sweet hot chocolate.  Really, the older kids and I went to the towpath this afternoon while mom and baby and Anne were napping.  We made it a good four miles before the girl had to go potty, and it was right next to a latrine, so I consider it a pretty good day, in all.  I still am figuring out how I am going to go to the store and get some necessities.  Duct tape seems like it would sure come in handy if it weren't for those bothersome CSD people and their spies.  I guess it will be discrete pinches in sensitive locations for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, this was meant to be both a blog entry for you all, as well as an accounting for Patagonia when she gets older and asks about what her birth was like.  Actually, it will be for me because by then I will most likely have some form of dementia or memory loss or something, and will need a crutch like this to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thanks for the prayers and for not making fun of Pati's name.  We figured she could always go by Pati or Elena or Elen or something if she really doesn't like it.  If you don't like it, well that's just too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-4180770976202755428?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/4180770976202755428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=4180770976202755428' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4180770976202755428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/4180770976202755428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-you-were-born.html' title='When you were born...'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-2213229688990166118</id><published>2006-12-08T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:09:23.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of December</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/December2006/photo#5006601683238038914"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/CarneFamily/RXsFtG1GrYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QiS1Vjt_yfg/s288/12%205%2006%20Kids%20play%20snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/December2006"&gt;December 2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear from me (Kristi) much because every time I sit down to write a new posting I get distracted with trying to put a picture in it. I usually just give up after I have used up my 30 minutes of kids nap time trying to get a picture to configure and post it on the site (it must be done before anything can be written). I thought that I must be very inept since I know others who fill their blogs with multiple pictures and it never seems to give them a problem. I feel a bit better to know that the pictures give David trouble too, in fact, posting pictures gives trouble to most everyone who uses beta blogger instead of just plain blogger. Unfortunately we didn't know that there was difference between the two and to change from one to the other now would be a royal pain - so I guess I will keep trying to post pictures with minimal success, althuogh I do hear that beta blogger is working on fixing the problem since no one is happy about it!. [I added the above picture after the fact, DC]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have put pictures in I would have put in Kaytra Copper and Sarah Coder playing with my kids. They came out to Ohio for a week and made cookies and bread and freezer meals, took care of my children, cleaned  bathrooms, mopped floors, folded laundry, wrapped Christmas presents, and took about 500 pictures on our digital camera. We sure miss them. They were also here for 3 of the days this month that David worked 30 hour shifts and were great company for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one picture that we almost took but didn't was of Jan, early this last Sunday morning. She had gotten up before anyone else because she needed to use the bathroom. While sitting on the toilet, in the dark with no one to talk to she noticed that there was no toilet paper on the roll. The most natural thing to do was to take off the rod that usually holds toilet paper, take it apart and pretend that it was jewelry. When she finally hollered for me to come and help her one of the ends of the toilet paper roll was good and stuck on her pinky. Of course, David had left several hours earlier and would not be home until the next afternoon. I tried greasing it up with several things, then cutting with tin snips and wire cutters. Nothing worked. It was off to the emergency room. I was so grateful that I didn't have to haul the other two kids out of bed and take them with us too. Kaytra and Sarah stayed with them while Jan and I headed to Akron Children's Hospital. The doctors and nurses down there couldn't figure out how to get it off either. They finally called up a big brawny janitor from maitenance to bring a large pair of tin/wire cutters. About an hour and fifteen minutes after she first put it on it finally came off. Her finger was swollen, cut and gray but she could feel it. (And they gave her a pretty white bear for being so good...she was so pleased with it that I worried a little about a repeat performance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been snowing for most of this week and it is beautiful outside. We have a few pictures of kids with red cheeks making snowangels. Anne Pilar is so bundled that she can hardly walk, looking like a cross between a boy and a girl in Alec's hand-me-down blue snowsuit and a powder pink hat. Pretty cold, but we make it out a couple of times a day to pull the sled around and try to make snowballs. The first day Jan rolled snowballs around for twenty minutes trying to make a snowman. She kept saying "I think it is getting bigger Mom!" But it wasn't and she finally gave up. I guess wet Oregon snow is just better for snowpeople. David even made it out to pull kids around the house in the sled a few times before he had to go to bed. (His overall schelule this month is pretty awful and he goes alot of nights with no sleep at all..I guess that it will make having a newborn look easy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is half decorated for Christmas - we hope to make it out to get a tree next week (along with some new PLASTIC toilet paper holders). We don't have pictures of doing advent, but it would be fun to post a few since it really is the best time of day. It is most fun when David gets to be home for it. The kids are relearning some of Luke 2 and are starting to be able to sing the real words to "O Come O Come Emmanuel" (which is good since David and I can't help getting the giggles when they are singing along earnestly, but don't really know the tune or the words.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this month fretting about the upcoming birth, about David's schedule, about lack of childcare options during the birth. Several people have mentioned that they are praying for for all of that. This week I have had peace about God's control over all of those things. I am interested to see how He works it all out...and I can't help wishing that it were over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our next post will have real pictures - of a new baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good December.&lt;br /&gt;Kristi for the Carnes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-2213229688990166118?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/2213229688990166118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=2213229688990166118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2213229688990166118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2213229688990166118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-of-december.html' title='Pictures of December'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-2087896186008211056</id><published>2006-11-23T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T10:55:08.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neurosurgeon Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2543/803541476302184/1600/407665/10%2025%2006%20Jan%20n%20Alec%20good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2543/803541476302184/320/904542/10%2025%2006%20Jan%20n%20Alec%20good.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving Thanks is such a good thing. Anything that gets your focus off of yourself is a good thing, and I am hard pressed to think of anything to thank myself for. Being in the line of work that I am gives me much more to be thankful for than most, I think. During my month of Neurosurgery I have been able to meet many grateful and many devastated people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago a woman in her mid 50's came in to us because we operate on the brain and she had a problem where the remedy matched our job description. It sure is nice to not need an advertising budget as all of your work comes to you. She had been complaining of worsening headaches and some mood changes. She went into the emergency department at her local hospital, fortunately for her because everyone who follows her example gets a CT of their head, and they immediately sent her to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I examined her and noticed she had a very flat affect. This is doctor speak for lack of emotion or expression. Her husband added that she had lost nearly all motivation for doing much of anything over the past bit, and was concerned her scan was related. The nurse and I looked at the scan and decided she needed surgery. She got an MRI because the surgeons need the MRI to better show the limits of the tumor that had entirely replaced her Right Frontal lobe... In essence she had a golf ball sized tumor in the front of her brain that was squeezing the living daylights out of it. Fortunately for her, there is not too much that goes on there that will let you know something is wrong. There is no motor or sensation control there, or even speech or anything, so you won't have much more than headaches and problems thinking and feeling (sort of like a functional lobotomy, really)emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we opened up her scalp and drilled out a wallet-sized chunk of skull so we could access the tumor we were impressed again with the size of the lesion. It was a dark grey mushy mass of tissue inside the ivory white brain tissue, and it took us quite some time to dissect it carefully away from the healthy normal brain tissue, especially since these tumors are so vascular (which means they bleed whenever you touch them). We did finally get her tumor out and filled up the hole with saline so her brain wouldn't collapse back into the hole. We carefully sewed back the layers covering the brain and then I got to screw the flap of skull back on and we closed her scalp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my amazement she was only a little nauseated when she woke up. Then when I saw her in the ICU the next morning, she actually smiled! Wow, she hadn't done that for some time. By the third day after her operation she was joking, planning out her holiday preparations and was trying to make up for lost time in the energy department. I am not sure if her husband will be thanking us or not since she lost her energy gradually so he could get used to it, but now she had it all back over the space of 3 days, which has to be quite the shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me especially grateful for what I have and how blessed I am. Also makes me feel very safe and secure to know that I have a personal relationship with God, and that He is so steadfast and dependable. Living is so unpredictable in itself, with seemingly random tragedy and elation waiting for each of us around the corner. I sure do not depend on my body for satisfaction or function tomorrow. I can either be cynical and sour about not being able to know that I too won't end up under the lights with my brain exposed, or else I can just accept that uncertainty and take solace in the odds and put my confidence and trust and life in the hands of the Creator and see what it is He would like my body to be doing during the time it is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy we took some brain tumor from won't be so blessed. He is pretty devastated and upset given the fact that his tumors, unlike the lady above, are not primary brain tumors but they are metastases from lung cancer that has not yet been located. He has a 10 or less percent 5-year survival and he is very much into his body. He did smoke for years and years until he had a heart attack. He then started working out with the same enthusiasm he used to smoke with, ate all natural stuff and paid close attention to his body. What he gets from that is metastatic brain cancer that will buy him radiation and chemotherapy and a very low chance of making it more than 2 or 3 years from now. Unfortunately he worshiped his body, so he is devastated about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about him some lately, and hope I get to see him again sometime as the time he spent in the hospital was very busy for us... I never got a chance to talk with him about God more than just passing one-line comments to ascertain his openness to the subject, which seemed to indicate he was as he has no family and only a few friends around here. I will keep praying he will come to know God in a way that allows him to place his life in His hands (as if it is not already, you know?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is what I have been dealing with the past week or so, along with many other patients as well. My stretch of being on call has come to a close so I get to enjoy Thanksgiving at home with the family and even get this weekend off, except I have to go in tomorrow because we are opening up a few more brains and spines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you all have a good Thanksgiving and have ability to be thankful for the blessings you have undeservedly been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-2087896186008211056?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/2087896186008211056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=2087896186008211056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2087896186008211056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2087896186008211056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2006/11/neurosurgeon-thanksgiving.html' title='Neurosurgeon Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-2402632625355673043</id><published>2006-11-10T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:10:48.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give the surgeon a break</title><content type='html'>Well, I have had some interesting cases this past week, and thought I would share them with you all.&lt;br /&gt;  I have been on the Neurosurgery service this past week.  This means that I deal a bit more with the sad cases.  I guess it is something like oncology or neurology where there are devastating conditions, many times the prognosis is bleak, and people don't do so well.  This all makes for patients who don't give you much backtalk, families who are upset, and attending neurosurgeons who are impatient, have a good sense of humur, and fly off the handle at the most "trivial" details.  I say "trivial" because to me it doesn't seem all that important whether or not the patient has this or that done or medication taken.  After working on their service for the past week I realize they deal with such intense situations and stressful situations that they need a place to vent or they will go nuts.  Better they vent when not in the middle of someone's brain or spinal cord surgery, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;   One interesting thing I have learned about surgery and surgeons in particular is that they get a bad rap for being mean, harsh, unkind, insensitive, etc...  I realize this is true very often, but hardly ever unprovoked, and hardly ever is it personal.  In surgery, each patient can potentially die at any time.  You live each moment of each day doing all you can to try to anticipate problems, complications, errors, and mistakes so the patient has the best chance of making it out of the hospital at least as well as they came in as.  Against you there is a tremendous amount of opposition.  First, you have the patient himself.  Now, patients vary with the way they come in.  The trauma patients are nearly always intoxicated out of their minds, foul smelling as if they are all having a competition to see who can make the most of us pass out or at least wrinkle our noses the most, and in great humor as we attempt to care for them by jabbing their arms with needles, poking and proding the extend of all injuries, and inserting large tubes in small orifices under the guise of "this is necessary for your care."  Now, this is all true, the necessary part of course, but usually these patients work so hard as law abiding citizens during normal business hours, that they need to blow off steam and go to church around 2:30 am, which is when they are innocently walking home minding their business or driving to church when some idiot is driving through a green light.&lt;br /&gt;    Oh, sarcasm and being calloused is one of the requirements to pass the surgery boards, I am told.  Anyway, I say all of this to give you the backdrop for the very rare trauma patient who is one of the rest of us.  Usually these are either victims of the other trauma patients who are intoxicated and operating motor vehicles, or else they come in during normal business hours.  Just yesterday, I was post call, which means I was up all night dealing with the drunken idiots who were out running into parking lot lamp-posts after a few drinks to calm their nerves.  I was preparing to go home and was just holding the pager for the intern who was on call as he was in the operating room and I wasn't.  Of course, as soon as I attempted to leave a trauma was called in.  Now, traumas at 10:30 am on a nice sunny warm day make me think differently then the ones on cold nights after payday.&lt;br /&gt;   Anyhow, I was covering my partner on this trauma yesterday morning and the guy was nice.  He didn't smell like a dumpster behind the liquor store, and had not a single tattoo on his body.  Unfortunately for him he had fallen victim to bloody gravity.  Fell from a scaffold and was paralized from the nipples down, also started loosing feeling and strength in his hands and arms as we were examining him. He never swore at us as we were poking and proding and inserting... probably because he was paralized.  I have this theory, and it seems validated over and over.  The nicest people get the most devastating diseases and injuries.  The drunks total their vehicles, ride their motorcycles drunk at 1am and come out with scrapes and bruises and a few free meals.  The honest law-abiding citizens who really do go to church end up falling off the stepstool helping the blind widow get some powdered milk off the shelf.  They usually end up either paralized from the eyebrows down, or a vegetable on a ventilator from bleeding in their brain... Or they have no injury at all, but when they had the pan-man-scan to look for internal injuries they find the honest citizen has metastatic cancer all over and only has a few more weeks to live.&lt;br /&gt;    The other case that came in yesterday was a nice lady of 69 who was having trouble walking and had passed out a few times. She had a CT to look for bleeding and they found a mass in the lower part of her brain.  I was working this evening with the neurosurgeon on her brain and we got to see the tumor and took it out to find it could be some form or lymphoma.  Well, she was pretty upset when she found out we wanted to remove it because we thought it was a tumor.  Thing was she had a son who died at age 42 after 7 years fighting off a brain tumor.  Seems like I have it pretty good for being such a nice guy... Well, at least I thought I was, but since I haven't had any really bad disease or tragic injury I figured maybe I was meaner than I thought.  Maybe it will be in my favor that I have ordered enemas on all of the medical patients just before I go on vacation.  Not really, but it makes one wonder if karma wouldn't bother you so much if you used bigger needles than necessary, no lubricant for catheters, and three fingers for rectal exams.  &lt;br /&gt;    To get back to the enemies of the surgeon.  First, there are the patients who try to die without telling anyone or letting you know but are constantly disguised and hidden among the patients who are constantly crying wolf and feigning all sorts of serious diseases and complications.  Next, the nursing staff calls you for anything and everything besides the important things, forgets to check the pulse and blood pressure of the only patients who really need it checked, and don't record the urine output of the patients who develop kidney failure because they need more fluid that you had ordered but they forgot to administer because the patient has been without an IV for some time now but they forgot to call you so they could start a new one, or they tried one but you were busy with all of the tylenol and benadryl orders for people who can't sleep.  Finally, there are the families who figure you have nothing better to do than keep them informed on any change in their loved one's condition, and want an explanation.  This wouldn't be any problem except that you have 28 people on your list to see and take care of, the operating room is calling you for the next case, the three nursing units are calling you for orders, the ICU needs transfer orders for one patient and central lines changed in two others, your chief resident needs you to check with the radiologist on some scans and you haven't had breakfast or lunch and need to use the little boy's room before surgery before you have an accident.  If you just knew which patient that has shortness of breath had the clot in their lung, medicine wouldn't be so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;   I am starting to understand why many surgeons get so worked up about things.  I have learned that you can't trust anyone, assume anything, and always keep your bladder as empty as possible.  One other thing. Most surgeons can blow up in your face if you mess up like Mt. St. Helens.  Most surgeons completely forget the matter and are your pal 5 min later.  So far I have been chewed out about 7 or 8 times, but I never felt like the surgeon was unconcerned for my education and have always felt like they truly want me to be a great doctor and surgeon.  Funny how if you get that feeling from someone you will take just about any tirade or attack and feel bad but not humiliated.  I keep coming back to the fact that I am only responsible to God for my actions and responses.  That sure helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to run along to bed since I am on call tomorrow and have to be there early since I am rounding with the Chair of surgery on a bunch of patients I have never met so it will take me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center; width:194px; font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:83%;"&gt;&lt;div style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/November06"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/CarneFamily/RVO1b2WTABE/AAAAAAAAAJc/jSXcPu3YCJk/s160-c/November06.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="border:none;padding:0px;margin-top:16px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/November06"&gt;&lt;div style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;November 06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color:#808080"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-2402632625355673043?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/2402632625355673043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=2402632625355673043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2402632625355673043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/2402632625355673043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2006/11/give-surgeon-break.html' title='Give the surgeon a break'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-8194036386693095661</id><published>2006-10-31T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T14:31:29.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Occupational'/><title type='text'>Sleep is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2543/803541476302184/1600/October%2030%2006%20CLE%20Zoo%20Kids%20Dolores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2543/803541476302184/320/October%2030%2006%20CLE%20Zoo%20Kids%20Dolores.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother suggested I tell you all about what my daily life is like, so I thought about many options available to me and I selected the "day in the life" approach.  I have to start off by telling you that my children and wife are occasionally able to share a free on call weekend meal with me in the hospital, and so if you were to ask them what I do I am sure their answer would include "Doctor, surgeon, sick people, hot dogs, cutting on people, grape fanta, giving people medicine so they feel better, and french fries."  The hot dogs might actually be higher up on their list, you are welcome to call and ask them yourself and I am sure they could tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am just picking a regular day, not an on call day since the on call day is not something I usually like to re-visit.  Typically, I wake up around 5:20 and am out the door to drive it to the hospital around 5:35. I arrive and print off my patient lists from the computer so I know who it it I need to see that morning.  I then check on the laboratory values of the patients I am going to see, and then any recent radiographic tests as well, and if the patient has a chest x-ray already back by 6am I will look at that real quick as well.  I try to start "rounding" on my patients by 6:10, which involves seeing anyone who just had surgery or is new on our service before the others who are either ready to go home soon or are "rocks," and will likely be there for some time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I usually start with gravity rounds, where I start on the highest floor first and work my way down to the lower floors.  This is only the case if I don't have patients in the ICU or other "units" to see, and then they are seen first because they are more urgent.  Going to the patient room, I take the chart from the pull-down and quickly look at any new orders (tells me what is really going on), overnight vital signs (this includes pulse, blood pressure, oxygen saturation of the blood, respiratory rate, urine output, intake and other output if the patient has drains or tubes or is vomiting or eliminating).  Armed with this information, I look at the other doctor's notes if they are decipherable, and then charge into the patient's room where I spend usually less than 2-3 minutes asking incredibly pointed questions that are never to be repeated outside of the correct context.  The conversation goes something like this, "Hi Mrs. Smith, sorry to wake you up again, any troubles overnight?  Were you able to walk around at all yesterday?  Are you eating anything, any nausea? Passing and gas or stool? How well is your pain controlled?  Is there anything you need? Okay, I will see you later on, send you home, or explain the plan, etc..."&lt;br /&gt;   I then quickly scribble out a note that includes how long since they have been in the hospital, or how far out from their surgery or trauma they are, any other major issues being treated for and then pending tests or evaluation or upcoming studies or surgeries and other plans, or even when I think they will go home or back to the nursing care center, or whatever.  I sandwich this information around a very detailed exam where I mention they were breathing, had a pulse, and their belly exam or wound inspection and status, and the character of any fluids draining out of anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;    This is repeated on the 7-15 patients I see every morning until around 7 or so we usually have some sort of educational meeting, where we also meet with the other members of the team and discuss all of the patients with each other and then go from there to the Operating Room where we first meet the patients if we haven't already, or else go straight to the OR suite and announce our presence to the scrub team and pull our gloves and gown so they have all of that.  As we are scrubbing in with the attending, we fill him in on all of their patients and see what they want to do for each one and what the plan will be.  After the cases we some times will physically "round" with the attending physician or we will go do other duties that may include but not be limited to pulling out drains, draining an abscess, pulling our or placing a chest tube, ordering special studies or reviewing studies with the radiologist and attending, seeing any new patients that have come to our service and getting them checked in to the hospital, and if we are lucky catching a quick lunch.&lt;br /&gt;    If we are on call, we get paged at any time for questions up on the floors, new traumas that have come in, or other questions that are inappropriately asked of us.  If there is time remaining after the cases in the afternoon, we will quickly go over the list of patients with our team of residents (oh, each team has at least a chief or senior resident and an intern.... often a mid-level resident as well, and then 3-6 attending physicians, whose patients we are responsible for)and then make sure everything is tied down for the next day and tell the on call staff about anything that needs to be taken care of, results that the attending needs to be called about, drains or lines that need to be removed, changed, or placed.  Hopefully it is only 5pm and we can go home, at the most it is 7pm by the time we get out and sometimes it is 4.&lt;br /&gt;    On call, means we do all of that and then at 5pm we are responsible for all of the surgical patients, any new surgical patient that comes into the ER, or that is already in the hospital but has become a surgical patient.  This is typically very busy and means answering pages from all over the hospital for most of the night.  Things seems to calm down normally around 11:30pm, which is typically the calm just before the shooting or drunken trauma comes in.  You would be amazed by how many innocent people are shot by folks, especially when they always say they were just minding their own business (at 3am).  Just a lot of crazy people out there, you know.&lt;br /&gt;    The on-call day ends at 7am, when you get to ditch the pager to the next on call resident.  Hopefully you have been able to round on some patients before 7, but at times this is very difficult, especially if any traumas come in after 4am.  In order to go home after being on call, you must have rounded on your patients, checked out with your team, possibly helped with 1-3 surgeries and then checked out again.  We are required to be out of the hospital for 8 hours following being in the hospital for 30 hours continuously, but we never have to come back in before 6 the next morning, which is nice, since at times we may be on call again.  Typically, I get four week-end days off a month, which is when I get to help Kristi out a little bit and hopefully sleep in some too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That is about it... I think I will have to discuss some interesting cases and interactions if I get a chance next time I comment about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yesterday, the weather was so perfect, and I was stalled in my research so I took the day off after the 7am education meeting and we went to the Cleveland Zoo, raked leaves in the afternoon, and played with the children.  Tomorrow I start the neurosurgery service, so that will be interesting for me.  I will be the only resident on the service, which will be no fun, but fun because I get to do whatever case I want to in the operating room, as there will be no competition.  Just means I will have more paperwork and dictating to do... Oh, I forgot to mention that in the course of a normal day we are required to keep up with our dictations and paperwork, try to go to office hours, read topics for upcoming educational conferences, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center; width:194px; font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:83%;"&gt;&lt;div style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/October2006"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/CarneFamily/RT5QfpT9ABE/AAAAAAAAAG0/Mz_UkdJPQ8Y/s160-c/October2006.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="border:none;padding:0px;margin-top:16px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/CarneFamily/October2006"&gt;&lt;div style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;October 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color:#808080"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-8194036386693095661?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/8194036386693095661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=8194036386693095661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8194036386693095661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/8194036386693095661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2006/10/sleep-is-good.html' title='Sleep is Good'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-9099615964372898333</id><published>2006-10-24T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T15:42:25.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons in Physics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2543/803541476302184/1600/Copy%20of%20October%2021%202006%20Stan%20Hyett%20Carne%20Family%20edges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2543/803541476302184/320/Copy%20of%20October%2021%202006%20Stan%20Hyett%20Carne%20Family%20edges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of us eventually "discover" the truth that we don't really have the ability to know everything about anything. There are some things we learn through experience. Some things we learn from the experiences of others. Then there is everything else that we really don't know the first thing about, and try to just make it through life without having our ignorance come up and bite us, or at least not while others are watching.&lt;br /&gt;Although experience is a pretty good teacher, it's utility is not only in making one less ignorant. Confidence is what experience is really good at. Now, this is good and bad in that a little bit of knowledge is good in helping you mentally get going and helps you try new things and learn more because you think you know how to cover yourself if you get into trouble. Experience and the confidence it brings also can get you into trouble by allowing you to think you can do things or go places you really can't and shouldn't and just got away with it one or two times before is the only reason you think you can safely do it again.&lt;br /&gt;This is all in reference to life, of course. Specifically, I am thinking of my lovely children, the lovely weather, and my current occupation. Just because I dug through the garbage once and nothing came of it doesn't mean I won't get it if I venture in there again. Just because it is October doesn't mean it won't snow and be nasty outside. Just because I know how to start an IV doesn't mean I can get away with starting a central line or just because I can put a scalpel on a handle doesn't mean I know the difference between nerve and tendon.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, this past few weeks have been pretty good... I guess. The weather predictably unpredictable, the children have been growing up and learning new things with us, and we are getting closer to our first spring in Ohio. For the past 10 days I have been on call nearly every other or every third day, which makes for little time for much else. I am finally done and now I get to join a team at the hospital that is short a person, so I get to keep on rounding every morning, which is good for me I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;Apple season is here, and Kristi took the kids to Amish country with Mrs. Sobie, a former ATI mom who is very knowledgeable about these things. So, we have lots of apples. We are still raking leaves, and watching some snow fall once and a while. Anne is getting a little bit better with her eczema, and that makes us pretty happy (now we have all 4 eye teeth coming in) for the most part. We had a wonderful time on Saturday at the mansion of the guy who was co-founder of Goodyear Tire. The children are learning more and more about animals and letters and numbers and phonics. Anne is walking like a champ, and that has helped her frustration level, which in turn helps ours. Jan and Alec now have I John 1 memorized and enjoy reciting it for those members of the treats for verses club.&lt;br /&gt;We are still working on social graces, keeping our voices down in public, second and other ballet positions, recognizing the warning signs of a BM when Anne is in the tub with us, keeping the doors closed and only necessary lights on in the house, gravity, inertia, and responding to authority.&lt;br /&gt;I have been able to get to know some of the other residents a bit better after being on call with some who I have not really worked with that much, which has been good. I was on call Sunday and over a patient with appendicitis that I was lining up to go to the OR one of the Emergency Residents says, "Hey, you sure missed a good sermon at church today." I, with experience, have learned a few social graces so I by-passed the "who in the heck are you" and replied, "Yeah, my wife emailed me and said Steve did a very good job explaining the Word and the place it should have in our lives."&lt;br /&gt;Feel a bit more ingrained here since I have started running into nurses and residents and just this morning I chatted with a family doc at the hospital who goes to the Church we have been attending. Sure are nice people, and what impresses me is they seem genuinely interested in growing spiritually and being challenged and knowing what God says and how it should change the way they live. The kids are very much learning and growing, and talk about the Bible stories they learn each week. That is good too.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that will do it. I have some "research" to attend to and must get back at it. Also, I need to get some exercise. This week we have Andy Smith coming by on his way back to Bible College from DC, we are having dinner with the Pastor's family, and multiple other appointments and engagements.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to drop us a line any time. Next month I think I have Neurosurgery, but I may be bumped back to Cardiovascular/Thoracic service as there is a shortage of intern over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-9099615964372898333?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/9099615964372898333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=9099615964372898333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/9099615964372898333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/9099615964372898333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2006/10/lessons-in-physics.html' title='Lessons in Physics'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-5200087438191635326</id><published>2006-10-17T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T01:33:17.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Carne by any other name....</title><content type='html'>This week and next week have their share of 30 hour shifts for David. While he is gone and kids are in bed I am spending time sifting through piles of names. (This pregnancy has required time spent with my feet above my heart and there honestly are not alot of productive things that can be done with your feet piled on pillows or propped against the back of the couch. Looking for names is something that works here.) This used to be something that my friends and I did for fun - as 13 and 14 years olds we all had lists of names that we absolutely, positively loved. I guess that I lost my list.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...David and I have a hard time picking out names for the new people in our family. Not exactly sure of why, but something to do with how important it is, how frequently it will be used, how it will have much to do with the impressions others have of him/her when they first meet, etc.&lt;br /&gt;So many names that I just "like" don't go with Carne. Some of them just don't go with the names of the siblings. Some of the names I like were David's neighbors while he was growing up and he hated them. Some of them I just like on paper, I don't like the actual sound of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec thinks that we should name whatever it is "Spanky Alfalfa". We aren't asking him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Jan is agreeable to most any name that I suggest, but would really like to name it (whatever it is) "Sasha". Don't ask me why. Why can't I be as opinionated as that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wishing that I would have told that ultrasound tech that I &lt;strong&gt;would&lt;/strong&gt; like to know if the baby is a boy or a girl, just so it would be narrowed down a bit. If anyone was wondering there are about 3x as many girls names as there are boys names. Well - we have two months plus to figure it out so it isn't panic time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite verses is in Isaiah - asking Israel if a mother can forget her nursing child - and then says that even she may forget but He will not forget them. He has their name written on the palm of His hand. I like to think of my name being written on God's hand. I like to think that whatever my next child's name is, God has it written on His hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something new about Ohio this week. They celebrate a holiday called Sweetest Day. October 21. It is like Valentine's Day for the second time around or something like that. Advertisements everywhere - even a Sweetest Day section for cards at Target. This may be a day that has a honored and illustrious history but I can't help wondering if it is just a ploy to get people in Ohio to spend more on cards, chocolate and flowers at a time of year when Hallmark type stores just don't get alot of business. I probably shouldn't be so cynical - maybe by the time we leave here I will celebrate it as though it is a real holiday...but I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to tomorrow - Starting tomorrow David gets to come home in the evenings for three days straight. Tomorrow will be my Sweetest Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-5200087438191635326?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/5200087438191635326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=5200087438191635326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/5200087438191635326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/5200087438191635326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-week-and-next-week-have-their.html' title='A Carne by any other name....'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-7535038940807188962</id><published>2006-10-09T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:23:30.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is fall so you fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2543/803541476302184/1600/October%208%202006%20Davey%20Crockett%20and%20the%20Alamo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2543/803541476302184/320/October%208%202006%20Davey%20Crockett%20and%20the%20Alamo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Well, I suppose I should write something since I have this blog now and I am on a month of research. That means that I get much more time to be at home than normal, which is good because I wasn't expecting to have a month like this until I retired or got fired or something. I am actually working on some research, so it is all legit. Just that if there is a nice day and I have gotten to a place in my work where I can put it up, I am not encouraged to stay, so today I packed it up around 1 or so and we went hiking and played outside and went to a pumpkin patch so the kids could get frustrated in the hay maze and cry about not wanting to go through the tunnels in the hay fort. The weather couldn't be any more lovely here today, and I was debating with my research "supervisor" at about 12:50pm today if I could in good conscience take the rest of the day off and then she said there was talk of the "S" word coming to town on Thursday night or Friday morning. The next thing she heard was the door to office closing behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This past few weeks have been pretty busy. We took the kids to the Columbus Zoo on Saturday, which was incredibly fun and action packed. They have a very nice zoo there, only thing is it's 2 hours away, and we have to pay half price, which is not all that much, but when you are used to going to the Zoo for "free" it is hard to swallow. Not that hard, I suppose. I am now becoming a great fan of the Gibbon species, they are gobs of fun and really entertaining. Nothing like having kids, for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We have been learning lots about leaves here as well. I went out last night and "mulched" the leaves and then mowed them up so they all fit in only one trash bag.... only to get home today and see more leaves on the lawn than last night. I suppose it is like taking a bath or something, feel like you should but you will just stink again anyway so feels like a waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Also in the past few weeks, I ran in a 5-person marathon relay team with my fellow residents against a team of our attendings. They even brought in some "ringers" from other non-surgery departments to compete with us, but I think they should have saved the expense because we have a heavy-duty team here. We started off with Paul, a second-year guy here who is built like me and plays lots of soccer and lacrosse, then had a body-builder type who is a fellow intern but can run alright, and then Jill, the third intern this year with me who ran track in highschool and ran about 7 min/mile for over 6 miles. I think by the time I got the handoff we were already 20 minutes ahead of them. They treated us and our wives out afterward to a "clam bake." Now I haven't been to many clam bakes, but this was not what I expected. I started to wonder and had even dusted off my hip waders when the chair of surgery announced one morning in resident conference, "Oh, for that clam bake, the country club requires sport coats." I didn't think clams were that up and up, but that is why I am still a resident, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We had a great time and Kristi and I were able to sample a whole new world. Was also fun to meet the attendings at a more "informal" setting and also to meet their wives was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The kids are enjoying the last few days of summer here, and enjoy riding their bikes a lot. Alec has been showing his skin to the neighbors because the shirts are just too itchy, dad. Anne has really gotten the hang of the walking thing, and is tromping all over the place. Her rash is still pretty bad and is just sort of kept at a dull roar with the steroid cream and other creams and dietary modifications. She has her moments of being pretty miserable and we all feel pretty bad for the little cutie. Kristi is getting near to the end of things with number 4 and we are happy so much is behind us and are praying the Lord will be with her during the next few months and that her body holds up through this pregnancy and delivery. We are very much looking forward to seeing Heather here for the birth, as well as some family just before and then after the birth as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Another week of leaf raking, bike riding, and digging out the snow clothes is in store for the Carne family in Akron, OH. God has been very good to us and we are more grateful than we can explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;David "Pre" Carne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;My running teammates are calling me Pre, after the famous runner from that other school in Oregon. That just shows you how little they know about running. I have been wanting to ask them what is so ferocious about a seed, but maybe I will wait until May or June, when the football season is way past us and maybe they won't get too excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-7535038940807188962?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/7535038940807188962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=7535038940807188962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7535038940807188962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/7535038940807188962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-i-suppose-i-should-write-something.html' title='Fall is fall so you fall'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-1394034200641905684</id><published>2006-09-26T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:16:26.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>niagara falls and eczema</title><content type='html'>That is the best summing up of this September that I can think of. This month David was on the general surgery service for the first time since starting at the hospital. The schedule improved a bit and it was great to see him home for dinner pretty often. We had alot of fun with Grandpa Copper and Uncle Titus when they came out for a week or so (the kids are still going through withdrawals) and for the last couple of days of their visit David and I had a chance to get away for two nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time we have been able to be alone overnight since before Anne was born so we both felt like we were overdue! The kids had a wonderful time, but not as good a time as we did. We went to a bed and breakfast at Niagara-on-the-lake. The weather was beautiful and we enjoyed being out in it together. Niagara falls is impressive, but there are so many people and so many cheesy ways to spend your money within sight of the falls that it was nice to visit the falls and then retreat to Niagara-on-the-lake for some peace and quiet. There really was peace and quiet even though the Boy Scouts of Canada were camped by the hundreds on the green across the street from where we stayed. They were reinacting the War of 1812 complete with costumes and guns that at least made noise although they couldn't have been real. We enjoyed watching them as we walked into town for dinner, glad that we weren't joining their chow line for the "lots of hot dogs still left, guys!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Titus gave us a good break and even kept the house clean. Jan informed me that Uncle Titus had taught them to count to ten in Halloween (I figured out later that she meant Japanese). Anne had been working on a nasty rash that was just getting to the edge of troublesome the day David and I left. By the time we got back it was terrible. It has been over a week now and it has cleared up quite a bit with the help of some medication, but she is still uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is back at work now although the several days that he got to take off were a lifesaver for me. I think that he was able to get pretty rested up and it was just nice for the kids and I to get to see him for a good amount of time. I am grateful that he was around to help with Anne's eczema when it was really bad. We are praying that she will continue to heal and that if we can do anything to help her get better the Lord would show us what that would be. She has an appointment with an allergist on Thursday. She bears it pretty well, I think, but it really is a miserable thing. I wish now that I had taken a picture of her when her rash was bad, just for the record, but I couldn't bear to document it at the time, it made me cry to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been raking leaves and enjoying the blue sky and cooler weather. I think that Ohio falls beat their summers all to pieces. David runs an 8 mile portion of the marathon here on Saturday with some of his fellow residents running the other legs of it as a relay. Jan and Alec are all set to run the kids fun run on the same day while we wait for him to finish. (Alec decided to run this time because there is a goody bag for everyone who finishes.) We have made it down to the towpath a few times for a mix of bike riding/walking/running. We have taken the kids bikes down there several times and they really enjoy the opportunity to ride without worrying about traffic and the end of the driveway. Last night David ran his 7 or 8 miles while we walked and rode bikes. We are looking forward to this weekend because David gets both Saturday and Sunday off (unless "they" change their minds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a little bit of our September. I don't know what October holds, but for me at this point it is all just a count down until this next baby is born. Supposed to happen sometime in the area of Carrie's birthday (December 18) so we have something like 12 weeks left. It always sounds so easy when you count it in weeks! We still don't have names picked out although our kids are never short on ideas about that. Alec is rooting for Spanky or Alfalfa and Jan really likes the name that Cori and Nils picked out for their baby if it is a girl and just doesn't understand why our baby couldn't match theirs. We'll come up with something soon...maybe in October!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582611773867493871-1394034200641905684?l=carnecurrent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/feeds/1394034200641905684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582611773867493871&amp;postID=1394034200641905684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/1394034200641905684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582611773867493871/posts/default/1394034200641905684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carnecurrent.blogspot.com/2006/09/niagara-falls-and-eczema.html' title='niagara falls and eczema'/><author><name>Carne Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653741291023708347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582611773867493871.post-856986878124366189</id><published>2006-09-04T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:48:10.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labor Day thoughts'/><title type='text'>Aren't snapping turtles fast, dad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2543/803541476302184/1600/September%204%202006%20CLE%20zoo%20best%20kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2543/803541476302184/320/September%204%202006%20CLE%20zoo%20best%20kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a day off today on Labor Day.  Cleveland was having an air show and since we already paid for a year pass to the Zoo, I figured the more we go, the cheaper it gets so I drug the family up to see the animals again.  We had lunch in our familiar bench with the elephants and people watched as we all snacked on cucumbers and olives and cheese and pretzels.  There seems to be a strong representation of the Amish at the Cleveland Zoo because we have been there three times now and each time there must be at least 30 or so of them there.  Either that or they all look the same to me and I just keep seeing them over and over, which is entirely possible.  I think the best part of the zoo today was the Cheetah and Tortoise and Monkey area up above.  We first came up on the tortoises and my soft spoken children were entertaining the other patrons with their ignorance as to the species presented to them, as well as the qualities of the genera and family.  "Are those snapping turtles really fast, dad?" Well, son, those are tortoises.... and no, they are not exactly fast.  "Oh, do their babies drink milk?"  and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Next was the cheetah pen.  We overlooked that one the first time we were there due to the fact that they cheetahs were asleep.  They were pretty lively this time, so we discussed the "tigers" and their speed, their relation to other cats, etc...  We saw the gorillas, who were lying on their backs chewing on sticks, and so at dinner it was observed that "gorillas chew sticks."  Actually, I will give you the entire sentence my son spewed: "Hey dad, these are eyes [holes chewed in a tortilla], and baby elephants drink milk don't they dad? Anne Peewar doesn't like spicy things, Hey Jan, I'm a bald eagle."  And so it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the 
