I generally have nothing bad to say about our health insurance. Indeed, besides the vast amounts of knowledge (and really I hope the sarcasm is coming through here) it is the best benefit of my job. I am in a TA union, which, in and of itself is really cool (we even went on strike my first Spring here), and it has negotiated for some pretty stellar health benefits. We have no co-pays; our monthly premiums are so low you wouldn't believe me if I told you what we paid (we spend more on diapers), and we have access to a huge varity of specialists, dentists, and eye doctors, all for free. Ridiculous health benefits. The one and only bad thing is that in the last trimester of pregnancy, I am not allowed to travel more than 30 miles outside my town-- if I go into labor outside a 30-mile radius, the insurance company won't pay for the birth. Sucky, huh? If I stay put, though, the insurance company pays the whole tab, including all the mind and body numbing drugs I can handle.
So, I had to miss this adorable little baby's christening last weekend. Harry and Ben went, though, and they had a blast.
Ben and his parents hung out with Harry and Max during the church service, because Harry and Max are not necessarily sit-through-church material
More like play crazy material
They made it for the actual business of blessing babies, though
And here they are in action: