Zachary's new favorite photo expression. He thinks it makes him look like he has a mustache.
Anand B. from SG Gamma on the Grady Wards looking all bona fide and grown up. Hard to believe he's on his Medicine Clerkship. Something about this photo makes me slightly teary.
Teachable moments behind masks.
Usain Bolt? Watch out for the Zack Attack. Who now runs track.
My friends Akima and Marc had this sweet bundle of joy in December. He's the kind of baby that makes your ovaries hurt for another baby.
A little vino is sometimes keen-o.
Naps are so underrated. Especially the couch variety under my sissy's Delta blanket. It still smells like her which I love. It feels like a hug from her when I'm under it.
I love this snapshot of Marc, Akima, Ryan and Christian. They're a beautiful family, aren't they?
"Chipping is my specialty." He's actually kind of right.
Curtis, my resident, getting his upper level swag on with Jennifer, my intern.
Jay L., medical student, counsels a patient. He did a great job.
One of my favorite places: The hair salon! We had a great time this day. I was laughing at someone giving their opinion on Kim Kardashian's unfortunate choices of maternity clothes.
This is what happens when your child discovers how to take "selfies." (Check Zach's expression.)
One of my BFFs, Joy, had a house party over the weekend. Fun, fun, fun!
I had just had lunch at the Metro Deli in the Sweet Auburn Market by Grady. Mimi and Fred, who own the deli, had just given me this scarf that Fred brought back on his recent trip back to their home country, Ethiopia. "Now you really look Ethiopian," she said. I took that as a compliment because East African people are beautiful.
I ran into Miss Regina, the lady in the elevator. As I was--wait for it--getting off of the elevator. She no longer works at Grady. But she is doing well.
She told me right at this moment, "The things you wrote about me that day blessed me and encouraged me." Her telling me that did the same for me. Yup.
Shoe-tying. It's a hard job but somebody's got to do it. (And it ain't gonna be me, son.)
Hop on Pop had just ended in our California King. Pop aka The BHE was pooped but obviously those boys weren't. And Zachary still has the smooshy-mustache-man face. Hilarious.
The sign is up at Mardi Gras Cafe! Don't forget to check it out. Business is going well so far. Thanks to those who have been there. Harry says he's enjoyed meeting readers of my blog. He can tell them because they refer to him as "The BHE." Ha. Keep on coming. Baby needs a new pair of shoes.
Status post rounds this afternoon with Jay and Eric, my two medical students on service. We had a great time together and I was so glad they joined me. My students have great energy this month and it inspires me to try harder.
You work. You play. You love. And if you're lucky, you do them all at the same time.
Me? I'm lucky.
And my life is good.
P.S. Missed my sissy a lot this week. But in little waves that felt mostly okay. I haven't been able to remove her name from my speed dial favorites on my cell phone. I probably never will.