February 2010

Nat and Tatem stayed for a good portion of February. Whenever they come, it's almost a must that they stay for a while to get in some good playing time.

I tried very unsuccessfully to potty train Hannah. This may have been her only success.

Keith's team, the COLTS, made it to the Super Bowl. This may have been the one and only time that the jersey he got me for Christmas came in handy!

Of course, Nat and Tatem had to cheer for the opposing team.

Whatever...

Valentine's Day isn't Valentine's Day without chocolate covered strawberries.

Typically, the recovery time for Keith's surgery would have been 6 weeks. He was cutting it close because there was a Podiatric Seminar that he had to go to in Vegas. Keith, his dad, the 3rd year resident Dr. Jason Denton, and his residency director Dr. Alvey presented a poster to be judged. It's the responsibility of the residents to put it together. We first flew into Phoenix and dropped the girls off with Aunt Julie (man, my girls have some seriously awesome aunties that are always so willing to watch them). We headed off to Vegas with Keith's parents. It was too cold to be by the pool, so I just did a lot of relaxing and just a little bit of shopping. My shopping buddy wasn't feeling very well, but it gave me a chance to meet up with my high school friend, Mischa and her baby Malik!

Out of over 100 posters, they took 3rd. Well done gents!

We took in a little night life, clean night life.

We had front row seats and VIP passes to none other than...Donny and Marie! I know, can you hardly contain yourself!! It was actually a good show. I used to have a Donny barbie doll when I was little. It may have been my older siblings, but I inherited it. It might be worth something today if one of our many dogs wouldn't have chewed Donny's hands, feet and nose off.

We also saw Bill Envall and Cirque de Soliel's O.

Two of my favorite people.

After Vegas, we drove back to Phoenix where the girls and I stayed for a few weeks to play in the sunshine and Keith headed back home to work. Poor Keith.