Max's 7 Month Photos

Match Day!!!

What a day it was. One that we will never forget. All of the medical students with their families met in the auditorium of one of the buildings on campus. There were a few speakers from the medical school that told us how proud they were of us and all that we had accomplished. Mostly they were just trying to burn time until the magic hour of 12:00pm. At noon they sounded a bullhorn and everyone in the room opened their envelopes simultaneously (not only at Ohio State, but all around the country). So what did the letter say?

UNIVERSITY OF TENNESSEE--MEMPHIS!!!

It was not quite where we expected to end up, but we're excited. It was a day of much celebration with time to reflect on the accomplishments of the last four years.

Die Deutschen Besuchen!!!

We had a lot of fun when our friends from Germany came to visit. We love the Deppisch and Spranger families and are so happy that they included Columbus, OH in their tour of the Midwest. They have now been to all but four of the 50 states. We are a bit ashamed of ourselves.

We took them to the Horseshoe because it's what makes Columbus Columbus. I tried to explain to David and Papa Deppisch the rules of football. Imagine trying to explain the game in simple English terms without using terms such as punt, sack, fumble, wide receiver, defensive back, etc. They wondered why a game that had so many pauses in it could be fun at all, either to play or to watch. It was also confusing to them why the same 11 men on each team couldn't play offense and defense.

On St Patrick's day weekend we all went to the parade in Dublin, OH. It was a great time as we cheered on the high school bands, watched for the giant shamrock balloon, and caught green plastic footballs from the local pee-wee division team. Mostly we had a good time chatting and catching up. Max loves his German Family. What a lucky boy!

Guatemala Video

Here are a lot of memories wrapped up into a few minutes.

At the Beach

Our adventure last weekend was to take off to the beach at Monterico, on the southern border of Guatemala. It is a black sand beach that has a very touristy feel, loud music, and expensive seafood. We took Max into the ocean, but he didn´t last long there. He belted out his disapproval with the first wave that crashed at my ankles and sprayed water and sand all over us. The waves were probably the most powerful that I´ve ever swam in. I tried to bodysurf over and over and was repeatedly hurled into the ocean floor. There were a few times that I was just hoping that I wouldn´t lose consciousness. Max did, however, enjoy playing on the beach. We tried to keep his hands out of his mouth, but as you can see from the picture, his parents failed. It made us laugh for the next few days to discover black grains of sand in his diaper.

The reason that we chose to go to Monterico is that they boast one of Central America´s few sea turtle reserves. Sea turtles have a 1 in 100 chance of survival to adulthood for various reasons, so that´s why Monterico houses this reserve. The females come ashore and lay eggs from July to August and then the eggs hat ch from November to March. Every Saturday afternoon during the hatching season the reserve invites guests to come and help in the releasing of the sea turtles. For a fee of 10 quetzales ($1.50) you can ¨buy¨a turtle to race. They draw a line in the sand about 3 feet in front of the starting line. If your turtle is the first one to make it across the line then you win a free dinner at a local restaurant. Our turtle didn´t win. In fact, for some reason, he kept turning around and walking back towards us. (We felt the love.) Actually, turtles inherently crawl towards the light which is reflected off the water. For that reason, it´s imperative that they release the turtles at dusk.

Our friend Jatsiri, one of the girls of the Perez family with whom we´re staying, loved the turtles. (Jatsirí´s sister, Ismari, is pictured to the left wrapped up in her towel. She was less than happy that we woke her up from her nap to watch the turtles walk.) Max wasn´t quite sure how he felt. It was great to watch the turtles crawl slowly across the sand only to watch them be washed right back to the starting line with each wave of surf that rushed onto the beach. Overall, we had a great time.

Guate! Guate!

Greetings everyone from Guatemala! Yes, we finally made it and we are safe. There is much to talk about, it´s hard to know where to start. The above picture was taken while hiking through the jungle at Tikal, the largest Mayan complex ever built. It´s in Northern Guatemala in the state of Peten. Max has been a good sport. It was a 9 hour bus ride from Guatemala City to get up there, and although we were on a ¨first-class¨ bus, the air-conditioner was blowing out hot air and with all the sharp turns we were making at high speeds, the ride was quite nauseating. We made about 10 stops on our ¨directo¨ (non-stop) bus.

The ruins were sweet. Sarah´s only complaint was that this tour guide did not tell us anything about the ruins or people themselves. I was satisfied, however. I think Sarah was expecting to get the same quality of tours that she got from her professors in the study abroad program in Jerusalem. Max´s favorite part of touring the jungle was sitting on his Mom´s shoulders for the first time and realizing her hair was long enough that he could grab it and stick it in his mouth.

Also in Tikal we went on a canopy tour. We were kind of nervous about taking Max at high velocities through the trees, but we decided it would be a good experience for him. He is our little ¨travel baby¨ afterall. He liked chewing on the harnesses as we loaded up, but he screamed his heart out the whole time after we started on the zip line course, speeding from platform to platform above the jungle trees. We kind of regretted the decision to take him. Oh well.

We also toured Lake Atitlan, which is rumored among some scholars to be the Waters of Mormon. We almost got ripped off by a guy that wanted to take us around the lake for 400 quetzales ($50), but we soon found the public boat tour company that charged us only 180 quetzales. In the picture you can see some of the volcanoes that surround the lake and give it a very mystic feel. In fact, many of the Mayan locals believe it has healing powers and they come here to bathe. We visited three little villages along the lake. At the last village, San Antonio de Palopo, we found some Mayan ladies that were more interested in Max than in selling us there little woven bracelets. They held Max and let him participate in the weaving. They were terrified when showed them Max´s trick, standing up in my palm as I hold him up as a trophy.

We have lots more to say, but we´ll save it for the next post.

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year

This Christmas was filled with many new firsts for Baby Maxwell. It was the first time he was able to sit up. And thus it was also the first time he fell over and hit his head, as almost happened in this picture.

It was the first time he got to participate in the Christmas pageant. When was the last time you saw Baby Jesus sitting up in the manger looking out at the rest of the stable?

This Christmas was also the first encounter with Santa. Before deteriorating to tears, Max's initial reaction was to stuff Santa's white beard into his mouth.

This holiday was also the first time Max got to try solid foods. He has so far tested and digested well his bananas, rice cereal, and green peas. His parents have noticed a dramatic deterioration in the smell of the biproducts of his digestive system.

Overall, the holiday was swell. Max got to open lots of presents. Of course, he had more fun with the ribbons and wrapping paper than the actual contents of the packages. The best part of being home was, well, being home. It was so nice to be together as a family. It's too bad we can't have Christmas time all year long.