Awesome

According to the practice FNP exam I took, I am 92% awesome. According to my level of comfort and general ability to speak coherently in clinical I am 29% awesome. I am proud of my score, but a good test taker and a reader of journals does not make you a competent professional.

Maybe a killer pair of heels and a sweet dress will make me competent. Oh poop, that whole tattoo thing. Hmmm, maybe a killer pair of knee-high boots, a dress, a cardigan, a scarf, a lab coat, and a good coat of polyurethane...

I like how my blogs go. Nonsense, complain, school, and then BABY AWESOME TIME. What can I say, this could rules way harder than any other baby I have ever had. Today, he was doing donuts in the kitchen, stomping like and elephant, eating peanut butter and jelly, and general rocking his yellow and black Nike dunks.

He is really beginning to talk, and sometime strings together coherent and complex sentences. Such as this gem, "dada bye-bye got to go ousides". Heartbreaking and adorable.

...or...when he "talked" on the phone at Lowe's today when he heard the PA ringing. Precious.

Being a mom doesn't get any better than that. I cannot wait to see him tomorrow morning.