Deep in the Heart of Texas . . .

We found out today that Brad was admitted into UT San Antonio for medical school!!! We are SO excited!!! During this whole application process he has told me over and over that he just wants to be admitted; he'd be excited if just gets to be a doctor. Now that dream is coming true. Welcome to the medical world, (future) Dr. Bradley D. Hunter.

Wall of Shame

Today I blew it and this post is my attempt to do penance for my mistake.

Brad and I have talked for a couple of weeks about how he needs a haircut before he goes to his next med school interview. We timed it very strategically - he couldn't have one last week before the U's interview because we didn't want him to look quite so much like the typical freshly returned missionary from BYU. But he has an interview this weekend at the Medical College of Wisconsin (near Chicago - if he gets in there, everyone should come visit us) and we wanted a freshly cut look for that interview. (This is a great place to look like a typical BYU student because they love BYU students there.) So this morning we set out to give him a haircut.

Normally I start each haircut by doing his whole head with a #8 clipper, so I put that on and then realized I forgot to oil the blade. I took the clipper off, oiled it, and without thinking started cutting with no clipper on at all! I did one cut, saw it, and fell to pieces. I proceeded to cry for about the next hour. I was certain that I had ruined his interview. I also felt so embarrassed because I knew all of our friends and family would know that I'm the only who spaced the clipper and did that to him. (This post is an attempt to not let him cover for me.)

I am, however, maybe the most fortunate girl ever because I have a husband who immediately laughed it off and comforted me. (Though in the comforting process he listed lots of people we know who've done the same thing and the first couple he listed was some of our friends who got divorced - great comfort.) He was super positive and told me that it was going to help him on his interview. I felt so happy to have married someone who reacted like that instead of getting mad at me for shearing him. It made me think about Elder Wirthlin's final talk (an apostle in the LDS church) where he counseled people that if they would look back and laugh about a situation in later years, why not just laugh about it now? I'm so glad Brad did. Maybe someday soon, I'll be able to laugh about it too.

(Notice the thumbs up)

Solid Foods and Matching Bows

Just recently we've started giving Annie solid foods. For the most part she has really liked them, even the gross oatmeal that tastes like cardboard (Brad thinks it just tastes better than the plastic things she is usually putting in her mouth). But last night I gave her some green beans to try and she HATED them! It really cracked me up. She got this look on her face like I had betrayed her by putting something that awful in her mouth. I got some pictures of it, but they don't quite do her malice justice.

(Annie after the oatmeal)

(Annie after the green beans)

On a different note, I felt artsy for the first time (maybe in my life) yesterday. I tend to fixate on things and recently I've fixated on getting Annie some of those cute flower bows that clip on to the stretchy headbands. But then I went to the mall and saw how much they were. So I decided to make some. I had grandiose plans of buying some of the fake flowers for it, but before I even got to that aisle I found these cute small flowers and decided that if I used those flowers I could make matching bows for the two of us. I went to town on my little project. Here are the results: