Friday, October 8, 2010

Outpost: Dayton

The Bonks have officially been at their Dayton post for almost 4 months. We like to say that we've fallen in love with our beautiful new home and the Dayton area - but then we'd be big, fat, fibbers. I love my residency, we love the house, but there is something missing.

It may be residency. While residency doesn't "suck," it ain't easy. It's much easier on the doctor than the doctor's wife because most people I deal with in the hospital or the ER actually listen to me. If a patient doesn't listen, I can persuade them with calling security. They typically come around to my point of view. Sometimes, they the threat of a security guard doesn't work and that's why we have sedating and paralyzing medications. However, one can't simply paralyze and intubate your 3-year-old for being a pain in the ass - that's called overkill. Likewise, it's also bad form to sedate your 16-month old twins for engaging in their favorite pastime: playing in the toilet. Not WITH the toilet, IN IT. For Finn, that means GETTING in. In truth, the most difficult part of residency is being away from my family. In Melanie's case, it is being outnumbered by slobbering, loud boys with messy diapers and rarely getting a moments rest.

While I'm enjoying the process of becoming a bone fide physician (that means knowing what the hell is going on most of the time) the hours DO kind of suck. I can't add much more to my schedule with sacrificing other aspects of life - usually that means working out, reading or any other hobby I may have had at one time or another.

Emerson is rapidly developing into a mini-me. He's recently had arguments with his parents on such momentous subjects as: what is the "front" of the house, what constitutes a porch, and the family plans for the day. He is now fond of replying to anything command we issue with "But I don't WANT TO!" This may seem frustrating to the uninitiated; however, it is also quite wonderful to utter this phrase after hearing it so many times: "It doesn't matter what you want, just do what I say." Ahhh Dictatorship.

The twins are rapidly acquiring their vocabularies. We went from counting the words they knew to quasi-human communication with them in mere weeks. They are both walking fairly well, and getting faster. I've noticed that they are quieter when they walk, especially Oliver. He can now sneak. Sneaking is bad for Dad. They're both very laid back and are happy to be taken anywhere and do anything. Sounds like someone else I know...

Melanie is her typical rock-star self. We'll be getting her press studio set up in the basement at the end of the month. Shameless plug --> If you need invitations, stationery, business cards, etc., look no further!

Emerson also finished his 1st soccer season. He scored many goals. He also investigated many blades of grass, many pine cones, and thoroughly investigated the weaving pattern of soccer goal mesh. In other words, he has Daddy's attention span. He also loves getting lost in the woods like his old Dad.

To finish off this update, enjoy a few videos taken of the kids zooming down a hill in Emerson's Tonka dump truck. No, they're not wearing helmets ;)

Friday, April 16, 2010

Four Months, One Match and the 5 Bonks Get Ready to Move

Evidently, people read this blog. Imagine that. We should probably keep it updated then! The last 4 months in a nutshell: Christmas came and went, in came 2010, interview season ended, Oliver and Finn are both crawling and almost pulling themeselves up, JA matched in Emergency Medicine at Wright State in Dayton Ohio, frantic fixing/selling the house for sale and we looked (and found) a WONDERFUL home in Dayton last weekend...

Oliver and Finn have definite and different personalities. Oliver can be more mellow and enjoys playing by himself, but also will not hesitate to scream bloody murder when his needs aren't being met. Daddy says DROP SOME OF YOUR NEEDS, (then picks him up - sucker.) Oliver is also an eating machine and while they both eat like they were starving, Oliver may have 4 stomachs.

We've discovered Finn was born without fear and may have super-powers. We are fairly certain he can teleport himself and absolutely sure he can turn his skin metal on a whim to avoid injury from falling. We don't have any solid documentation yet, just some sketchy eye-witness reports and fuzzy photographs. He is very adventurous and very LOUD. (He didn't get his volume control from Daddy.)

They both love to flirt, luring ladies of all ages in with their big, ice-blue eyes and Snuffle-uppagus eyelashes. They're both very active and love exploring the house, sometimes in tandem, looking for trouble to get into. Bottles are becoming boring to the Bonk twins, but still a necessity in the morning, as they expand their culinary palates. They haven't eaten the flesh of animals yet because Mommy is a granola-eating tree-hugger, but we'll work it in after they are a year old.

Emerson just turned 3 years old on Saturday! You know you're getting old when you say to yourself "I can't believe (he/she) is (x years old), it seems like yesterday they were just a baby." Crap. Emerson continues to develop and evolve as a very interesting child. I think uncle Mike Joseph had it right when he warned us of the terrible 3's... He frequently says "I don't want to" at which point we must remind ourselves that arguing "I don't care what YOU want" will not work on a three year old and may just make one insane. Emerson is even more like Deacon now in that he needs frequent vigorous exercise to leech his energy because his energy level is inversely proportional to Daddy's sanity. A serene child is a sane Daddy. All good things.

I started writing this update 4 days ago...