…my brain functions again. I passed my CNA theory test on Friday. I was more than ready for it, I’ve been studying really hard and I’m glad I passed. Now the fun part starts. The clinical. *shudders*. I’ll tell you how it goes. I start tomorrow night.
As sweet as a cookie
I realized I haven’t posted much about Dallas lately, so here are a few pictures:
We visited a few museums on Mother’s Day
He got me this beautiful bouquet of flowers. I started to cry the second I saw him coming!
We got season passes to Six Flags and he loves the rides!
There was a DJ playing music and he started to dance
And our friend Dave won a monkey with long legs and a hat and Dallas fell in love with him. He named him George (he watches a lot of Curious George episodes) and tells him that he loves him all the time. It’s adorable!
My apologies for being sideways.
Anyway, there’s my little man, he comes up with the funniest things every day. He’s a keeper.
There’s no going back…
So week 1 of school is done. I have a nice teacher and the class is really small which is a good thing. I was really nervous the first day, since I didn’t know what to expect, but now is a lot better, at least until we start our clinical in a couple of weeks! For what we’ve been taught so far I know I don’t want to do the CNA route for a long time and this week I decided which kind of nurse I want to be.
See, when I first started to seriously consider this career, I wanted to work with kids. I wanted to be a Pediatric Nurse, maybe work in the NICU. This was while Conner was with us. After he passed away I knew I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t work with little kids, seeing them on the hospital beds, with tubes coming out of them, getting sicker, or even getting better. I just can’t do that. All these memories would flood my mind all the time. You can’t work like that. You’re supposed to leave your personal life at home, not bring it to work with you.
So I decided to become a Surgical Nurse. I’m excited! I know that’s what I want, and I know how much study will be involved and I can’t wait to get started on Nursing School, but that’s a whole other thing on it’s own. I don’t care if it takes me 10 years to finish, I’m doing it! And thank you for your encouraging comments, you guys are great friends.
I guess the vacation is over…
If you call running around a 2 year old boy a “vacation”. I guess what I mean by that is that my stay at home mom status changes tonight.
Internet, in 2 months I’ll be a Certified Nursing Assistant. And I’m scared, nervous, anxious, I wanna puke, etc., etc.
The last job I held ended when I was 3 months pregnant with Dallas (if you don’t count the little cleaning stint I had in Wyoming last year) and I’m kinda rusty, you see. That’s why I’m nervous. Even more because I’ve never been in college (although I wouldn’t call this course college, but you know what I mean). I finished high school in 1998 and I let 10 years go by without doing anything about it. Well, that was bound to change.
For the first time since Conner passed on, I’m getting involved in health care. I don’t remember much of his cares anymore, how I used to get his medications ready in the morning if we happen to be at home. Or how I used to clean the skin around his feeding tube, making sure it wouldn’t get infected, and so many other things. This time I’m going to be on the other side. Instead of being the parent of a patient, learning how to take care of him, I’ll be the person teaching a parent, I’ll be looking over someone’s health (for a few hours at a time). And that makes me even more nervous. But I guess people who start the health care journey have these type of feelings, and I hope I enjoy it, I hope I do a good job.
The nurses who took care of Conner were so well trained, so caring, they had sincere interest in us, in him. They loved him. And since then I thought: “I want to do that, I want to be like them, I want to care for other people like they did for my son. I want to make them as at home as you can be at a hospital, which is no easy task, but I really want to.”
So, I’ll be back in a day or two and tell you all about it. I hope I can remember the reasons why I’m doing this, basically I’m doing this for me, and for him.
Wish me luck.
Hotel Alvord
That was some blogger’s block. My apologies, Internet.
I’ve been playing host this last weekend, my brother in law Jake, with his beautiful family drove from Utah to visit us and have some fun in The City. We had a really good time and it was very nice to see them.
The same morning that Jake and his family were leaving, my parents and my brother Nicolas came into town. Tour guide all over again, since Nicolas had never been in San Fran before. We ate really good pizza in Little Italy (or North Beach, not sure what’s the correct name for that neighborhood) and visited Chinatown and the Alameda Flea Market and ate the best asado (Argentinian barbecue). The one made by my dad.
We were dead tired after everyone left, but happy to see them. Here’s some pictures:
I took the picture above through a dirty plastic window. We were on a Ferry around the Bay.
In other news, I finally signed up for the CNA (certified nursing assistant) program at a school nearby, and I was supposed to start on April 30th but they moved the date to this coming Monday. I’m getting nervous again, I hope I can pass the program and get a job soon after. I’ll keep you updated.
And thanks to Stefanie over at Lexie Loo and Dylan Too for giving me the Attitude of Gratitude Award. It made my day!
Eye candy
I guess I’m running into a bit of blogger’s block so I’m just going to post some pictures of my beautiful Conner. I hope you like them.
I love him so much 
Birthday report
So on Sunday I turned 29. It’s my last one on my twenties and I don’t feel bad about it. It was a good decade. I moved here, met Ben, we got married, became a mom and many other things. The 30s are going to be my schooling years, and I’m excited!! So I want to show you a few pictures of this weekend.
On Saturday we went to an Argentinian restaurant in San Francisco called El Raigon. The food is very good and I can tell you that they know how to make a good asado (argentinian barbecue)
Then on Sunday we went to Stinson Beach, north of San Francisco. We had lunch at the Sand Dollar Restaurant and walked around the main street. It’s a really cute town. My eye caught sight of a really cute ring so I’ll have to make the drive sometime soon!
Oh, and I got this for my birthday gift:
It was an awesome day! Thank you to everyone who sent me a birthday wish, you guys rock!
Birthday Girl
Last one with a 2 in the front!! Having a great day, I’ll come back this week to post pictures and tell you all about it.
Tami
R&R report
So I’m back from Utah. I’ve been back for 5 days now, but Internet, you wouldn’t believe the amount of CRAP one brings from a vacation. So now that the apartment looks like an apartment and not like a hoarder lives here, I’ll tell you what I did in 2 weeks.
I saw these 2 guys for the first time in 3 1/2 years:
It’s been so good to laugh with them about the stupidest things, and not be afraid to look like I didn’t grow up at all. OK, maybe a little, but I missed them! I met Lucas’ (the one on the left) wife, Gisela and she’s a very nice girl, who looks like a keeper since she didn’t run away in fear of her life.
I went skiing for the 2nd time in 7 years:
I was terrified that I was going to fall so many times my butt would have one massive bruise, but nope, I did awesome! I actually enjoyed myself and went on a few runs looking actually graceful. We’re thinking of doing this an annual thing and we can’t wait to introduce Dallas to the world of skis and snow. I’m dying of cuteness right this second just picturing him on a pair of little skis.
Went to a Jazz game:
This is what I meant when I Twittered about me being all sporty all of the sudden. Skiing and attending a basketball game and then bowling a few days later. I’m suprised I didn’t have a heart attack from all the activity. Although I just watched a bunch of guys play basketball, but hell, it still counts.
I ate this woman’s wonderful cooking:
The few pounds I lost in the few months I’ve been living in SF went out the window the minute she started to cook. I think everyone in that house left a few pounds heavier in those few weeks. We just love her cooking, and we love her!
I also visited a few of my favorite girls, like this one:
It was so good to see her and her cutie pie Mia and I can’t wait to meet the next cutie pie at the end of the summer. She’s awesome.
I also saw my really good friend Brittani who is also in “baking” mode and she’s having a boy. Wish I could’ve visited with her a little longer. I wish I could’ve visited with everyone a little longer, if it were for me I would’ve stayed another month! But the hubby stayed at home (he only came for the skiing and a couple other things and had to come back) and we missed him a lot.
All in all it was a great 2 weeks, and the second I started driving towards Cali I missed them and started thinking of the next time I come back to my awesome Utah.
Oh, and about the actual trip, the 12 hours each way driving with a toddler ALONE, if I ever mention I might go to Utah by car, you have my permission to give me a good kick in the ass. Go ahead and punch me in the face if you’re feeling like it too.
R&R
Tomorrow I’m loading a toddler, a bunch of crap and myself in the car and heading for the Rocky Mountains. I’m spending 2 very needed weeks with my family and my friends (here I go, Ang!) so posting here will be close to non-existent.
You’re probably thinking: “So, whenever you didn’t updated your blog for 2 or more weeks you were on VACATION?” No, I’m just very lazy went it comes to blogging, thankyouverymuch.
See ya in 2 weeks, Internet, don’t miss me too much.
Tami
I blog about married life, motherhood, being a CNA, living in San Francisco, trying not to forget Castellano and living after child loss. 
