Speaking Hindanish

I have been contemplating the possible repercussions of allowing myself to speak Hindi and Spanish to my kids. That may sound all good in theory, I studied both languages for about four years and phrases come easily to my mind throughout the day. Here's my problem though. My brain has the two languages so "in-meshed" (is that a word?) that they come out mixed together. I have begun to call this language of mine, Hindanish. (And my autocorrect automatically spells it for me, so it must be a "thing").  ;) 

Sentences my mouth would indubitably spew out, with no filter, would be the following: 

To Kyla when she's crying. 

क्या हुा, chica? (What's wrong, girly?)

To Elias throughout the day. 

आ जा, Elías, rápido! (Come on, Elías, hurry)

Quieres खाना? (Want some food?)

So my question is: do I allow my mouth to speak the language my brain is forming? Or will I be scarring my children's language development for the rest of their life?

More than likely I will allow myself to begin this new language speaking with my kids for two reasons. 

1- I'm too tired these days to have much of a filter as to which language to pick (English, Hindi, Spanish).

2- I love these languages and enjoy the mental stimulation of speaking them. 

So...advice or no advice, I guess my mind is already made up.

 शायद estoy पागल.. (Maybe I'm crazy...)

....ओर शायद नहीं (...and maybe I'm not)

Hasta luego. (See ya later) 

Reflections on the Med School Routine

The first week of medical school past by quickly. We're learning the pros and cons of the medical student lifestyle.

Pros:
- We have dinner together every night
- Eric no longer is gone on 24-hour shifts, so we get to share the same bed. That has never been routine for us.
- Studying has been a source of quality time together, as I work on story assignments (or blog posts, like this one) alongside my hubby. I get an occasional hug or kiss from him, and then he resumes to fill his brain with biochemistry or anatomy.


Cons:
- Late nights for Eric leave him exhausted.
- In the past week Eric has spent more quality time with his cadaver than with me. (He says he'd prefer my company)
- Anticipation of Baby Frantz arriving during this hectic schedule is stressful - is there ever going to be a good time for the kiddo to come?

We're entrusting that to the Lord. We have no control over it, so why worry? Yet...the tendency to do so is always present in this female's mind.
Have any verses to share on trusting the Lord?

Journalism Meets Medicine...

....and the rest is our story.

My husband of 18 months was a family friend to me, and I was his good friend's little sister. But when we had our first heart-to-heart talk, little did I know that the aspiring medical student would fall for this dreamy journalist.

The conversation at Starbucks in Fall of 2009 went something like this:

Med Student: So, what do you want to be when you're a journalist?
Journalist: I want to do international reporting.
Med Student: What specifically would you do?
Journalist: (a slight smile) Well...parachute into third world countries, meet the people, talk to them, get a story and tell it to the world. (wondering if this guy would think I was a completely crazy person)
Med Student: (laughed and thought this is one crazy girl...I think I like her.)

So that is how journalism met medicine. It was a simple start to a fantastic future together.
The rest will be a crazy journey.