Playing the lotto

Hold the phone, guys. It's not what you think. Jon got a confirmation letter in the mail this Saturday that his application for nursing was accepted and he has been entered into the "lotto". I wish it meant that he was just going to be accepted flat out, but it doesn't. It just means that his name will be entered once, along with countless others, into the pool for nursing. So, after many, many, many years let's hope that he gets accepted!

Getting accepted would mean a big change for our family. Huge. The unknown of when he'll finally get in is sometimes daunting, but actually knowing that he'll be accepted is something entirely other. It makes me nervous and excited to know that we won't have to wait long to know for sure...just a couple of weeks. Until then though, I'll keep my fingers crossed.

Nothing really new to report. I'm still sick, but what's new...really? I don't think I'll ever come to appreciate a raw nose and stuffy head and cold chills, but I might just get used to it.

I still have to post pictures of Sam in her little princess outfits. So cute. Just only slightly cuter than Jon wearing clip on earrings and rings on every finger just to his first knuckle...oh and the princess headbands. So classy...and truly handsomely beautiful.