tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47613454562911156052024-03-14T05:14:13.898-05:00adventures in baby-sightingparenting. from a dad's point of view.runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-54503950236118067262012-08-16T11:03:00.000-05:002012-08-16T11:03:12.306-05:00marley & me<br />
josh grogan's canine book-turned-movie was a hit on the shelves as well as the theaters. today i'm at home, the first time being with stella alone. HM has some work stuff to do, so i agreed to watch the little one. marley & me is currently on the tube and as i was watching i realized something; this book/movie can connect with just about anyone....singles, couples, and families. there is eric dane, who plays the good looking playboy who has the job of any journalist's dream. jennifer anniston and owen wilson start as married couple with the story progressing through their lives with not just marley, but their growing family as well. <br />
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during the movie anniston says, "<i>no one tells you how hard this is.... everything - marriage, kids. no one tells you how much you have to give up</i>". she quit her job to be a full time mom to take care of their 3 children thus resulting in many stressful arguments with wilson being the only working parent. though HM and i don't have a similar situation, i can relate to coming home during HM's maternity leave and seeing how hard of a day she's had. and that's just with one child she's watching. the movie will make u laugh, cry, and appreciate life...all in 2 1/2 hours. but of course, i recommend reading the book instead. :) <br />
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currently the movie is in the last 1/2 hour and it's a little weird watching how similar HM and i had 'dreamt' about our future as a family. the grogan's have 2 boys, 1 girl..and a crazy dog. and i'm not saying it would happen (because right now HM is in shutdown mode!), but we discussed how awesome it would be to have 2 boys and a girl even before we started having children. the dog was already in the picture. <br />
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BUT, for now we will leave things as they are and enjoy everything what we have. <br />
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stella's latest:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2 week checkup. healthy and statistically larger than her bro. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">stella's joker impression. cute or scary?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">taken yesterday by momma. i love pacifiers. </td></tr>
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and i couldn't forget about calvin (whose been dealing with sickness lately):<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the always-classic toddler bathroom picture. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">big brother. he kisses her goodnight daily. </td></tr>
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-EZErunnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-70423662633164257452012-07-21T00:29:00.002-05:002012-07-21T23:25:13.599-05:0048 hrs.<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddy_cop_film" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">buddy cop films</a> have been around for as long as i can remember going to the movies with my mom. years before we got the <a href="http://www.imdb.com/find?q=lethal+weapon&s=all" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Lethal Weapon</a> and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/find?q=rush+hour&s=all" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Rush Hour</a> franchises, the world was given comedy/action genius known as <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0083511/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">48 hrs</a>. eddie murphy and nick nolte played such great polar opposites in the movie, they paved the road for future good cop/bad cop interracial films. i still think <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4RAg-iCSc0" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">turner and hooch</a> is the <a href="http://lmgtfy.com/?q=B.O.A.T.+acronym" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">b.o.a.t.</a> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">montage at texas children's hospital pavilion for women.</td></tr>
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for standard deliveries, it is recommended that mothers and newborns stay in the hospital for at least 48 hrs. in stella's first 2 days post-birth life, she has had more sleep than HM and i have had in the last two weeks combined - and deservingly so. if anyone knows how loud we (HM, cal, and i) are, it would be stella. her 40 week, 5 day 'oven time' in HM's belly was a front row seat to hearing all the chaos that went on in our house.<br />
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stella's first 48 through her eyes:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">-04:00 hrs -- before-they-knew-i-was-stella. my mom checking into the hospital (contractions have already started).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">00:01 hrs -- directly out of the oven. i'm done, but don't stick a fork in me!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">00:03 hrs -- my mom's heartbeat is so soothing. hello world! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">02:30 hrs -- my first bath. i'm not a fan of soap and water but at least i'm clean...unlike some <a href="http://search.yahoo.com/search;_ylt=AmvhRqwaB1dYN6kyHs.5EbCbvZx4?fr=yfp-t-701-s&toggle=1&cop=mss&ei=UTF-8&p=pigpen%20charlie%20brown" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">people</a>!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">05:00 hrs -- a handmade gift from the delivery nurse; my first bow cap!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">07:30 hrs -- getting weighed. 6lbs, 12oz?! the first of many 'does this diaper make me look fat?' realities. i'ma true girl. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11:30 hrs -- quality time with mom as we take in the sunset. i feel loved. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">25:00 hrs -- my big brother cal visits for the first time.... his warm hand felt great even if he doesn't look happy. i know he'll watch over me. i love him already. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">30:00 hrs -- the hospital was gracious in giving my PARENTS a celebratory meal. you don't see me because they shunned me into a crib to the right. i'm the one who is born and THEY get steak and cake? how rude! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">33:00 hrs -- my first gifts. thanks to the many that stopped by. my shoe collection has started and i'm aiming for mom's closet space.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">46:30 hrs -- prepping for a hospital photo shoot. auntie NT sure knows how to make me pretty with her homemade bows. notice my chubby cheeks?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">48:00 hrs -- daddy had to do this to me. why? because he did the same with <a href="http://adventuresinbabysighting.blogspot.com/2010/09/family-man.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">big brother too</a>! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">52:00 hrs - ok, so i'm late a few hours on being discharged from the hospital. i'm a girl; get used to it! </td></tr>
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- EZErunnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-10068803762695001202012-07-17T10:59:00.000-05:002012-07-17T11:00:04.407-05:00the princess diaries<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Welcome Baby Stella!</span><br />
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born on 7/17/2012 at 9:00am, 6 lbs 13oz, 18 1/2 inches long.<br />
mom is doing very well and baby is already hungry. thanks everyone for their wishes and support! did parenting just get that much harder?! she's so precious...<br />
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-EZErunnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-43810269713192311732012-07-17T05:10:00.002-05:002012-07-17T09:33:57.561-05:00million dollar baby - LIVE BLOG<b>5:05am</b> - HM seems to have some great instincts as she felt that the baby was coming after our great meal at luby's. it put her into a food coma and she woke up 3 hours refreshed and ready to clean. <br />
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at around 1am she started to feel some pain. she did some paperwork while i wrote my previous entry. after a trip to drop off our little nugget at my parents, we are now in triage prepping for delivery to begin. 6cms and ready to go! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">happy morning!</td></tr>
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<b>5:37am</b> - this baby is coming with a quickness. contractions are shortening and HM is requesting to squeeze my hand more often. she's got a slight cough which isn't helping. i know its part of the normal process, but watching someone you love go through so much pain sucks. <br />
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after a round of consent forms, HM's OB/GYN is here and now we're waiting on the epidural. maybe time for some breakfast for dad too...<br />
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<b>6:21am - </b>who is it gonna be? i didn't get to post this time about our baby name choices. we decided to start new with a girl's name...no particular reason in doing so. for a boy, HM had always liked Connor ever since the first pregnancy. connor's name meaning is lover of hounds. fun fact: calvin's name meaning is 'little bald one'. well, calvin came out with a full head of hair and actually LOVES dogs. it would be horrible if we had a boy who came out hating canines. for a girl, we chose Stella. fitting since HM's vietnamese name means 'lady of the moon' (she's not 100% on the translation). <br />
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<b>7:51am -</b> epidural in, pain gone. we are in the zone folks! the new <a href="http://women.texaschildrens.org/The-Pavilion/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Texas Children's Pavilion</a> rooms are quite nice. Dr is in the room and they tell us we'll have our bundle of joy anytime now. how exciting, even for the 2nd time around! any guesses on boy or girl?!<br />
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<b>9:25am</b> - we are fortunate, proud parents for the 2nd time. the feeling is nothing other than awesome.<br />
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end post?!</div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-42950842264032352332012-07-17T02:42:00.000-05:002012-07-17T02:45:16.623-05:00The Last Supper<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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a little known movie in the mid-90's, i believe <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113613/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">the last supper</a> was suggested by dark mark back in our movie rental days. making less than 500k at the box office, this was no blockbuster hit. the premise, in my opinion however, was quite clever. 5 grad students with different views on everything imaginable were roommates. they held a dinner every sunday and invited a complete stranger to the house and discussed various topics. a heated argument occurred in which the <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000200/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">guest</a> was killed. they buried the body in the backyard agreeing that the world was better off without him. from there on after, the students agreed that if a guest's views were disagreeable to any of them - such as, a priest who says homosexuality is a sign of the devil - they were given poison instead of wine. cameron diaz is the only recognizable main character along with a few (quite hilarious) guests cameos. a nice watch for those interested in a good 90's movie laugh. <br />
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i bring up the topic of the last supper because it's ALL i've been mentioning to HM for the past week. i think she's getting tired of me saying, "let's go eat out tonight...it could be our last supper out before the baby!" and now that it's over 4 days post due, eating at home doesn't seem like a bad idea. here's a quick rundown of some notable recent meals:<br />
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<a href="http://www.thebuffalogrille.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">buffalo grille</a> - good stuff!<br />
<a href="http://local.yahoo.com/info-34101601-hong-long-vietnamese-rstrnt-houston" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">hong long vietnamese restaurant</a><br />
<a href="http://www.lupetortilla.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">lupe tortilla</a> - HM's been a houstonian all her life and she very selective about her tex-mex. <br />
<a href="http://akasushi.net/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">aka sushi</a> - GREAT happy hour<br />
<a href="http://miastable.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">mia's table</a> - new place for us. a tad pricey, but tasty.<br />
<a href="http://starpizza.net/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">star pizza</a> - the ONLY place HM will eat deep dish in houston. a friend told us this was the ultimate "baby inducer". well, he now owe's me $17. <br />
<a href="http://www.lubys.com/en/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">luby's cafeteria</a> - which we just had earlier this evening. a hit or miss with some people, i'm not sure how anyone can hate this texas classic! <br />
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keep in mind, these are just restaurants. i haven't mentioned that HM has been on this CRAZY <a href="http://www.cinnabon.com/goodies/beverages.aspx#1165" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">cinnabon mochalatta chill </a>kick lately. and when i mean 'crazy', i mean she's had it at around 5 times over the past week or so. consider the only locations are in a mall, we (I) have to go to the galleria before closing time to satisfy this craving. and even though i've gotten back to regular workouts, they quickly become negligible after 11pm trips for mcflurry's and frosty's. i'm just glad i'm keeping even.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.saltlickbbq.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">the original salt lick</a> in driftwood, tx. </td></tr>
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today is the due date for our anticipated 2nd bundle of joy and HM is in the living room reading a <a href="http://mksap15.acponline.org/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">MKSAP</a> book. how boring. in a little while it will be friday the 13th. HM and i aren't very superstitious so i don't think we'd really mind if the baby came tomorrow. personally, i'm aiming for the weekend to avoid heavy congested roads caused by recent rainfall. </div>
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our appt yesterday revealed that HM is 3cm dilated which means the baby could come at any time. she was 4cm when we went in with calvin. the past 40 weeks have been such a blur that we haven't taken time to 'enjoy' this pregnancy. we were talking the other night how we used to play <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eM213aMKTHg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Lady A</a> for cal while in the womb as well as talk to him almost every night before bed. now after putting calvin to bed, HM and i finish chores around the house, watch very little tv, and prep for the next day. totally different experience. </div>
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two weeks ago, while at work, it dawned on me that we were about to have a newborn along with another child under 2 yrs old. apparently<a href="http://search.yahoo.com/search;_ylt=Am76EeTwq.3zR1iSqdgkEDubvZx4?p=two+under+two&toggle=1&cop=mss&ei=UTF-8&fr=yfp-t-701" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> two under two</a> is quite a phenomenon. with my sister and i being 6 1/2 yrs apart, she was able to HELP my parents raise me. i was more of a welcome package rather than someone invading mom/dad time from her. calvin is so needy at the moment that HM can't even take a piss without having him freak out for leaving the room. i wouldn't say he's totally a momma's boy as he's shown clinginess to the both of us. so now as we prepare for an infant and a growing toddler, i feel it's a whole new ballgame. dark mark keeps telling me that his 2 children always have surprises in store for him. hope for the best and expect the worst? </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">first MLB game baseball from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carlos_Lee" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">carlos lee</a> - freakin' lucky! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">graduation to an inflatable tub. yes - we had been washing him in the sink for a year (mom's idea). not sure why there are so many bubbles.... </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">first haircut. from momma. actually not too bad. his 2nd one from mom was quite hilarious. think: asian bowl cut..with uneven bangs! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">beginning of day care. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">cal's first pair of sneakers. rocking' old school adidas! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with his furry friend on halloween. mom likes to dress the dog too. ugh. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">first attempt at training. he thought it was a joke.... and still does to this day</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">wait for it..... </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> before.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">during. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">after. like new!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">surgery day. woke himself up from the anesthesia. not a surprise. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">as u can see, cal does NOT react well to bug bites. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">cal's official first room. you have to understand that there used to be BUTTERFLY wallpaper everywhere. a lot of work went into finally getting it this way! </td></tr>
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tired now....time for bed. HM asleep so looks like no baby tonight. sorry folks!<br />
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-EZErunnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-77153301462004888802012-07-11T23:50:00.001-05:002012-07-11T23:51:48.484-05:00test post...the return?apparently in my 1+ year hiatus, blogger changed up their format and made things better. i'm just testing to see how easy it is to upload, format, etc. <br />
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just as i thought - uploading pictures is a lot easier which cuts out a lot of time. and yet it's a weak excuse, but time was the main reason why i stopped blogging. <br />
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calvin was never a great sleeper and as he grew closer to one year, things got extremely difficult. he started child care and unsurprisingly got sick. what was a surprise to us was how OFTEN he got sick. as well as his reactions to being ill. cal wasn't the type of baby that slept through fevers - and anyone who is lucky enough to have children who do - well, good for you. he was quite the opposite.... he cried. he yelled. he threw up all over his crib. and those were the easy parts. <br />
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doing laundry twice in the middle of the night is something i don't wish upon anyone. for those who say i should have just waited to do it in the morning, well, i want to see how you handle waking up to 8 ounces of 6 hour old curdled <a href="http://janeanddick.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/IMG_6653.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">milk vomit</a> saturating through crib sheets. yes, nasty sh*t. <br />
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i'm not saying this is my attempt to comeback to blogging, but i'm here again for one main reason -- to share the welcoming of our 2nd child. as i may have mentioned long ago, i don't see myself as a great writer, but i do love to tell a story. <br />
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and so....HM and i are supposedly due to have this baby tomorrow. i should have done this test post last week, but didn't make the effort to do so. a visit to the OB today revealed HM at 3cm's dilated....so the baby is really coming anytime now.<br />
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the goal is to do another live blog through delivery. HM thought that with me posting through her contractions, it made for a nice distraction from the pain. i'm such a great husband. <br />
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hope to share more exciting news soon!<br />
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-EZE<br />
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<span id="goog_369343249"></span><span id="goog_369343250"></span></div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-1520022249577404182011-04-18T22:19:00.002-05:002011-04-19T09:45:58.891-05:00a league of their own7 months, 3 days PB.<br />
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<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104694/">one of my favorite comedies ever</a> - tom hanks played another classic role before he started <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Academy_Award_for_Best_Actor">winning oscars</a> the next two years. it also produced the memorable quote, "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPqYnC-SW5w&feature=related">there's no crying in baseball!</a>" i have to say - it was tom hank's underrated comedic work that made me love his movies. <br />
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Answers to <a href="http://adventuresinbabysighting.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-and-basketball.html">prior blog</a> pictures: 1,2,4,6 - me. 3,5,7,8 - HM. pretty crazy, huh? i'm jealous of her resemblance to calvin....gummy smile and all. if only his head looked more like a pill....<br />
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todays post revolves around sports; baseball in particular. cal's first astros game was this past weekend. uncle H was able to snag some dugout level seats along the first base line. HM was appreciative to mention that we didn't have to breath lighter air in the nosebleeds -- her way of sarcastically telling me that the first time taking her to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minute_Maid_Park">field-formerly-known-as-Enron</a> was not satisfactory. thanks babe. <br />
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</div>as a sports fanatic, i like to get into playful debates with HM on how i plan to build an athletic team from my offspring. obviously, she prefers for them to be intellectuals first. given our gene pool, i usually concede that our kids will have the greatest chance of success through education (and HM's slave driven study methods). BUT, i always mention that i will do my very best to ensure that ALL of our kids have decent athleticism. boy nerds who throw/run like girls typically get bullied (unless they run like <a href="http://www.serenawilliams.com/">serena williams</a>, but then that's just <a href="http://followthelita.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/serena-williams-espn-the-body-issue1.jpg">plain scary</a>).<br />
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i would like to mention that out of the three professional sporting events that cal has attended - the home team has won all of them. good luck charm, possibly? maybe a texans game next year for the little fella. and even though cal was in a public place, he was NOT a fan of the roller coaster cheers and quietness a baseball game brings:<br />
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on a side note - 3 yrs ago, HM and i hosted a rehearsal dinner with our family and close friends. we still talk about our wedding like it was yesterday....happy anniversary, my love! <br />
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</div><div>11 years ago i saw <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0199725/">this movie</a> about a young boy and girl who grew up together, successfully played basketball into adulthood, and fell in love throughout that time. i became a big fan of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanaa_Lathan">sanaa lathan</a> afterward. in the new age of couples meeting online, i guess i'm a sucker for stories about childhood sweethearts that end up together. </div><div><br />
</div><div>as i'm writing this blog, the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2011_NCAA_Men%27s_Division_I_Basketball_Tournament">NCAA division I men's basketball championship</a> is being played about a mile from me. the teams aren't very interesting, so i decided to use the time to catch up on updating. </div><div><br />
</div><div>keeping up with the childhood theme, HM asked me to scan some our baby pictures to compare them to little cal's. we've noticed our friends and families are split in their decisions regarding who calvin looks like. of course, HM and i both WANT to think that he has more genial features of our own, but i've decided to let the audience decide. here are 8 old school pictures for you to debate on. there are 4 of me and 4 of HM. take a guess on who's who? i will post the answers on my next blog:</div><div><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeDFZDWmwDJNj4FmMnvB2TsW9ctyvtxZ8xR3lGosg21nlp-BssFWRgNsBTsEXK4ZuJ_9AaKzwBPoyKikIGjs0778jBdmMhDlYrfXZ7AQKVOBmFs91QZ3RzLTGMXcNjCFMmCfIsY7T2IBX/s1600/scan2edited.jpg" onblur="function anonymous()
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</div><div>and so i don't skimp out on my promise from last month, here's a long picture update of calvin since the beginning of the 2011:</div><div><br />
</div><div>1/1/11 started off with a bang as cal attended his first wedding reception. the <a href="http://la-lalinh.blogspot.com/p/our-wedding-day.html">bride and groom</a> are nothing but inspiring, beautiful people who i'm not particularly close to but greatly respect and admire. cal was tired afterward, but still sported his onesie tuxedo in style. (he also liked our 1 ft xmas tree)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKPIfz3f7Dn0Zi-M2jAZ-HGX2LFl8AdfivDWcpSmOHQmJMZDOC55m-T4ciaOAKuVGeZdOOwz1SQ9G9uLUEpjOl_75HBmqMNtl96vE3mdo2Fw5Qydy5sZ5QUZB4H3DwhFeQfrif9F_Sh9t/s1600/IMG_3207.JPG" onblur="function anonymous()
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</div><div>cal's 4 month checkup came in the middle of january. the doc says he's healthy and right on track with 'his' growth curve. i'm just glad he's <a href="http://www.oh-baby1.com/growb.gif">on a curve</a> at all. as you can see: short, fat body with a big head. you go boy!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6z1hhi8DnDUKCy8LTXGe_IQZVdsJYYlFT5eSGIeAjcPP44u9bLUFvSSHDXsLn6COkOk2hNn1JqaSJlTV6jmVi3oTTUD0i4sM3IuFCZAjMibGd_kPm8IKp7bUjBQ9IuWVXK5kDw-ked46i/s1600/IMG_3254.JPG" onblur="function anonymous()
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</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKPIfz3f7Dn0Zi-M2jAZ-HGX2LFl8AdfivDWcpSmOHQmJMZDOC55m-T4ciaOAKuVGeZdOOwz1SQ9G9uLUEpjOl_75HBmqMNtl96vE3mdo2Fw5Qydy5sZ5QUZB4H3DwhFeQfrif9F_Sh9t/s1600/IMG_3207.JPG" onblur="function anonymous()
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</div><div>speaking of (<i>who should own an</i>) aston martin, we spent our tradition gambling <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_new_year">chinese new years</a> at uncle H's house. baby cal received his first <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_envelope">li xi money</a>! normally, i don't celebrate chinese new year, but i'm happy to take a holiday from HM. cal benefits from free money, but i'm not totally sure if uncle H gave him his '<a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=strip+club&aq=&sll=29.58846,-95.179882&sspn=0.012838,0.02459&ie=UTF8&hq=strip+club&hnear=&ll=29.588684,-95.179882&spn=0.012371,0.02459&z=16&iwloc=A">extra cash</a>' stash. do i see <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=make+it+rain">clouds outside</a>?! kidding, people.... </div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591941080730715346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2t4gHfQnW-kBLcW2u-ua0YTvDTWLECcQKM2wRkpCP3KpSKCz1wbp3GtOmujGqtICIMgV7k0S5V-o_zFIjy9XqX89thkm1xTJzYHE0alEXLREqqvFI51JBzeQwPPsccp4lwkTr89alIOC/s320/IMG_3395.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></div><div><br />
</div><div>calvin's first <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Bowl_XLV">super bowl</a> was exciting. he boldly predicted the outcome by showing the true colors of the <a href="http://www.packers.com/">winner</a>! black and yellow, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNemrV8wyP4">WHO</a>?!<br />
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</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGGiEM-Wc3VSwNrXZbk0ZME0Jx7ZosGGo4yAroFyaa7t1nRoKNiRqXtu_lMn3k1Q0nxJI4iLiIs4zat7SN-L2Q__YKiTEojp5JmFohT7-OiDaFXhd4ajjnr89lTJMfnwurRGlCcsqn606_/s1600/IMG_3439.JPG" onblur="function anonymous()
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</div><div>the next two pics are for auntie NT. cal's first road trip (post delivery) brought us to the <a href="http://www.premiumoutlets.com/outlets/outlet.asp?id=88">san marcos outlet mall</a>. he quickly displayed his knack for modern furniture. what expensive taste you have, my son! he apparently <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XomQLhjCYYk">got it from his momma</a>. can you guess which chair is from <a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/">pottery barn</a> and which is from <a href="http://www.restorationhardware.com/">restoration hardware</a>? shouldn't be too difficult! i absolute dig this first picture....totally enjoying the moment.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJteYW8hvMdW9CNFYAfurWGKSADhZ86GQvc822KdXK1ecvvVFnStHJpCdXIoZicqjZq-8zB34xh7xEVb4JPExlhDZzFgVKFyFD7Wa-D2llEsPqjgB4lfXPTVqzMhxsZBzI3t_rIBX4TCr/s1600/IMG_3530.JPG" onblur="function anonymous()
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</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJteYW8hvMdW9CNFYAfurWGKSADhZ86GQvc822KdXK1ecvvVFnStHJpCdXIoZicqjZq-8zB34xh7xEVb4JPExlhDZzFgVKFyFD7Wa-D2llEsPqjgB4lfXPTVqzMhxsZBzI3t_rIBX4TCr/s1600/IMG_3530.JPG" onblur="function anonymous()
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</div><div>when people say that baby stuff takes over your home, they weren't kidding. i can bet that most babies would be fine playing with a plastic bottle or remote control. but after about 2 minutes, they need something else. this is why i think the baby business has grown into this booming market. in any case, HM and i went out and got him his <a href="http://www.babyearth.com/bumbo-baby-seat.html">bumbo sea</a>t for easy feeding. notice his feet don't touch the ground - just like his daddy...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPHUC0oCTsLqWpf1Lp-6CYoz6yW1dQNDRPEN0wxRf8_K1OfgdrO9QhqXdLKOIYes4_QZ8udxV0abLMfGpf1BXX4j-swVpCe9Hgw1BZaJ7dEl8b2eawpGb7OyQPgqCJt4zLET4nLCH0h3Yl/s1600/IMG_3605.JPG" onblur="function anonymous()
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</div><div>although HM is a super <a href="http://www.gerber.com/Birth/Nutrition_And_Feeding/All_About_Breastfeeding.aspx">advocate for breastfeeding</a>, over the past month HM has started feeding cal some solid foods. <a href="http://www.gerber.com/supportedsitter/products/puree_baby_food/1st_foods_fruits_bananas.aspx">basic items</a> mainly, but sometimes it's fun to watch cal try some other stuff. we now know that he likes broccoli cheese soup! thanks mom...i'm trying to watch <a href="http://www.jasonsdeli.com/nutrition/soups/broccoli-cheese-soup-bowl">my sodium</a>!<br />
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i hope everyone enjoyed the post! it's fairly difficult to load pictures 5 at a time (and sorting through hundreds of choices!), but that's my fault for lack of updating. HM's schedule has not been forgiving either. unfortunately, april isn't looking too much better. don't forget to make your 8 choices above! </div><div><br />
</div><div>-EZE</div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-34108849482519855692011-02-27T19:29:00.014-06:002011-03-02T20:05:10.995-06:00meet the parents<div>24 weeks, 4 days PB. (once March 15th hits, i'll note by months)<div><br /></div><div>an <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0212338/">instant classic</a>. it's been 10 years since ben stiller and robert de niro hooked up to make one of my favorite comedies ever. though it's still not my <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0129387/">favorite stiller comedy</a>, i never seem to turn it off when it reruns on cable. whoever thought of using FOCKER was a genius. the name gaylord was just icing on the cake! </div><div><br /></div><div>HM decided to give me some 'alone' time while she watches calvin tonight so i can blog. she's tired of waiting for me to post. the first 2 months this year has been killer at work and when i get home, i just want to hang out with the little guy. i know there is ALWAYS time to do something if you allow for it, but once i get him to sleep at 9pm, there's no way i'm going to risk waking him up while typing (the computer i like to use is next to his crib). and this month, i've had to play a single parent role quite frequently due to HM's night schedule. the end of residency cannot come soon enough.... </div><div><br /></div><div>anyways - just like "meet the parents" the movie, this post is dedicated to 10 years of HM and I being together. i promise a calvin update will be next. he wouldn't be here if it weren't for both of us and i figure now is as good a time as any to recap some of our highlights. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>if you haven't noticed already, i have not posted any clear direct facial photos of HM and i in any of my blogs. i'm not sure why i chose this method, but after this post....i'll probably continue the trend. so, if you happen to follow during this time, consider yourself lucky! another picture story..... </div><div><br /></div><div>(sorry.... no first pic!)</div><div><b><i>2001 </i></b>- i can't seem to find any pics of our first year together. for those not old enough to remember, this was before digital pictures got big! i'll have to post after i can find one to scan. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDP01oW29RgEHN_LrhgbY4sJtcCBkvVrU8mtfmGIuRrksBRkkhmGIDGyOfthgHwuQaiGQwlWIjhQt5tfVCtWUhuuFncFzWuIG-DuceURhHtEpzjtnVySrBQZuENTryJgwFxzidtTLJlmJ0/s1600/H%253AE+Glitter+10%253A2002.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDP01oW29RgEHN_LrhgbY4sJtcCBkvVrU8mtfmGIuRrksBRkkhmGIDGyOfthgHwuQaiGQwlWIjhQt5tfVCtWUhuuFncFzWuIG-DuceURhHtEpzjtnVySrBQZuENTryJgwFxzidtTLJlmJ0/s320/H%253AE+Glitter+10%253A2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578937222359760770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px; " /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDP01oW29RgEHN_LrhgbY4sJtcCBkvVrU8mtfmGIuRrksBRkkhmGIDGyOfthgHwuQaiGQwlWIjhQt5tfVCtWUhuuFncFzWuIG-DuceURhHtEpzjtnVySrBQZuENTryJgwFxzidtTLJlmJ0/s1600/H%253AE+Glitter+10%253A2002.jpg"></a><i><b>may 2002 - saying 'see you later'. </b></i>here's a picture of us before i left for my first disney internship. yes - i tried out for mickey mouse, but didn't get the part. HM and i were at our favorite (and still the best) karaoke joint - the original <a href="http://glitterkaraoke.com/">glitter</a> (in ALIEF!). i chose this picture because we were genuinely happy-drunk together. we weren't <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Pineapple_Incident">thinking</a> about not seeing each other for 6 months, but rather just enjoying the moment. i also chose it because i have a small amount of 2002 scanned pics to choose from. :) </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zVbcAoImMgAQv_oaodGtUcX8XOZE1DdSONp3xe-qKixqaugs9FPeDUm9L7Jb38jurUUtkDfuS-BSROgUF-BJoMD88xYnniJscSLwEyX6G5-3kdVtYLcoKi-GlKYp7qDepOfxm3FzeNor/s1600/Hang+Eric+Epcot+vid+cam.bmp"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zVbcAoImMgAQv_oaodGtUcX8XOZE1DdSONp3xe-qKixqaugs9FPeDUm9L7Jb38jurUUtkDfuS-BSROgUF-BJoMD88xYnniJscSLwEyX6G5-3kdVtYLcoKi-GlKYp7qDepOfxm3FzeNor/s320/Hang+Eric+Epcot+vid+cam.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578948784691595970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div><b><i>july 2003 - theme park visit. </i></b> during my 2nd six month internship the following year, HM visited me in orlando. we took this picture at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Innoventions_(Epcot)">epcot</a> and emailed it back to friends in houston. at the time, it seemed like a big deal to receive pictures by email. not that you can really tell from the shot, but HM and i were very hot and sweaty from the summer central florida heat. it reminds me that we need to get away from houston's weather. not pictured, but present: my mom! </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDZW9PXiMNKqvAEQh8D4y31x8DARerQatp7zXCzVE2Lpgtj_KaEYhENi-etYnb4vHEebGJqMnw6iZXBoC8FuttPenvMktwktcd2NhK-vPyP8MGPx9V1T8qYwEatQGGEkC7QTlgmqXnMvO/s1600/P3160024.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDZW9PXiMNKqvAEQh8D4y31x8DARerQatp7zXCzVE2Lpgtj_KaEYhENi-etYnb4vHEebGJqMnw6iZXBoC8FuttPenvMktwktcd2NhK-vPyP8MGPx9V1T8qYwEatQGGEkC7QTlgmqXnMvO/s320/P3160024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578937778614346098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><b><i>march 2004 - driving to home sweet home. </i></b>before i knew i was moving to dallas later that year, HM and i took a road trip to the big D with some close friends. without any responsibility other than to party all weekend, the end result is what you see above. YMK shot this on the way back displaying what happens after 3 straight nights of eating, drinking, and clubbing. HM and i aren't big by any means, but sitting in the back of a <a href="http://consumerguideauto.howstuffworks.com/1995-to-1999-mitsubishi-eclipse.htm">95 mitsubishi eclipse</a> had us in close quarters. i'm sure <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifd2MVucnGc">glad i use dial</a>!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiHoqEBoo4MKbkQ6wOjHZbocswzPpS6kxo4MZDa5JmEqn7y9Ae3KZgUUnlH02C6DWsE9764LVnzDhNWH_wguczrYAdYHvPxCXEmOMlR27raudwt5QN3SxhYBzyoL6EK-YMAGUeRWcfXTs4/s1600/FH000028.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiHoqEBoo4MKbkQ6wOjHZbocswzPpS6kxo4MZDa5JmEqn7y9Ae3KZgUUnlH02C6DWsE9764LVnzDhNWH_wguczrYAdYHvPxCXEmOMlR27raudwt5QN3SxhYBzyoL6EK-YMAGUeRWcfXTs4/s320/FH000028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578938297234322114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><b><i>july 2005 - chow down at </i></b><a href="http://sanfrancisco.giants.mlb.com/sf/ballpark/index.jsp"><b><i>SBC Park</i></b></a><b><i> (now AT&T).</i></b> i would consider this our first major vacation together. we did short road trips and met up at some other places, but this was a week-long planned trip which we probably still consider one of our favorite times. HM's $9 crazy crab sandwich was enough to satisfy her to let me watch baseball (she also had lots of <a href="http://sanfrancisco.giants.mlb.com/sf/ballpark/information/index.jsp?content=AZguide#food">gilroy garlic fries</a>). our love for food was enhanced during this trip and we've always considered SF a dream location to live. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5g6ZdirG9ed6B5v4aNKCj3_FATf0SGtUAVahiglXiPZIkJzAnzpoF8sycUe671FyBT7JPdOlDJ7aVa_kbAod7wpD1-gofguXbPTO5lYmwhA-3oeDfjW3D3xw76sMqqv8MK3tQxgk9qPWl/s1600/CIMG0391.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5g6ZdirG9ed6B5v4aNKCj3_FATf0SGtUAVahiglXiPZIkJzAnzpoF8sycUe671FyBT7JPdOlDJ7aVa_kbAod7wpD1-gofguXbPTO5lYmwhA-3oeDfjW3D3xw76sMqqv8MK3tQxgk9qPWl/s320/CIMG0391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578947330347847666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><b><i>sept 2006 - luau bday(s).</i></b> i added the (s) in there because september is a busy month for bdays. it's no different now that calvin has been added to the mix. among HM's friends at the time, there were 3 of them were celebrating a bday within 7 days of each other. for some reason, i fall in love with HM all over again when i see this picture. i think it shows my love for her..and my <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zil1j9S0Oe8">love for beer</a>. heh.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZH0iHvtaI5PLFbnl4Z3RKgKVg7CTIcylVss_568dDbrl-bF0zGAco7ZyEC3dST12rzUSczmzMKrrG7tujVnQpHHOQzwynqwkQYj82L_l-qETw0cIeyICM9Gd5Oqto950cCntdgu7r3lf/s1600/CIMG1109.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZH0iHvtaI5PLFbnl4Z3RKgKVg7CTIcylVss_568dDbrl-bF0zGAco7ZyEC3dST12rzUSczmzMKrrG7tujVnQpHHOQzwynqwkQYj82L_l-qETw0cIeyICM9Gd5Oqto950cCntdgu7r3lf/s320/CIMG1109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578947336747894818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><i><b>april 2007 - the state capital proposal.</b></i> you can't see much, but there are barnyard animals behind us in this picture. there was a petting zoo in the lobby of the hyatt in austin where we stayed and since HM loves animals, we stopped by. HM was a lucky lady that trip... she received a ring along with my promise to marry her, a snazzy <a href="http://www.louisvuitton.com/info/products-selection-en/louis-vuitton-speedy.html">purse</a>, and (secretly) her <a href="http://solutions.3m.com/wps/portal/3M/en_US/Littmann-Gallery/stethoscope/cardiology/III/">favorite item</a>. definitely the most expensive weekend of my life to that point. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgecBcUw6ZN-qOOwSP-Y0ViAXT_Z6q30-XKRrMcV56UNY7QS8x-VmbMcPBEDRG2URDBNH5YPCdLerQnjJrmgTDWKZditP0PZ_8LYmyNpqMIh4dFeZKqMstIeSTzRgv-l0EocKBI8Pb1EC1l/s1600/Last+Pic+in+Hawaii.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgecBcUw6ZN-qOOwSP-Y0ViAXT_Z6q30-XKRrMcV56UNY7QS8x-VmbMcPBEDRG2URDBNH5YPCdLerQnjJrmgTDWKZditP0PZ_8LYmyNpqMIh4dFeZKqMstIeSTzRgv-l0EocKBI8Pb1EC1l/s320/Last+Pic+in+Hawaii.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578947340929209826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px; " /></a></div><div><b><i>june 2008 - last picture of our honeymoon.</i></b> prior to boarding the 9pm plane back to houston, HM and i had booked a sailing trip on one of <a href="http://sailingonmaui.com/">america's most historic racing yachts</a>. we actually didn't know what we were doing at the time, and chose it purely on timing and price. given that neither of us are by any means nautical professionals, we had a blast (of water!) at an 80 degree angle as gusts of winds pushed us through bumpy waters. an 8 hour flight in saltwater ridden clothing could have been worse...if we stayed awake! </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdtjZ9h_iK3oDccUZMDtpCHNJHnWr3kctekYkRQ4XpYr_m4jpPZpkb2-_feE5n_wZZuk8jxKIe6Fw4L4_HZfgvpxk-ebDfFs2bCpc5Sw0dqP_kmPMsSs5TYYkZWjdu-2r9LsiWxT_GGiur/s1600/CIMG3863.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdtjZ9h_iK3oDccUZMDtpCHNJHnWr3kctekYkRQ4XpYr_m4jpPZpkb2-_feE5n_wZZuk8jxKIe6Fw4L4_HZfgvpxk-ebDfFs2bCpc5Sw0dqP_kmPMsSs5TYYkZWjdu-2r9LsiWxT_GGiur/s320/CIMG3863.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578947345756169378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><b><i>sept 2009 - </i></b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet_Taste_of_Liberty"><b><i>the sweet taste of liberty</i></b></a><b><i>.</i></b> definitely a 'legendary' trip. HM and i had so much fun in philly (really?!), that we vow to go back. i decided to <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?id=564096815&aid=118797">surprise her</a> for her bday, and since she had little time during residency, i got lucky that a free weekend came up. perfect weather, lots of <a href="http://patskingofsteaks.com/">eating</a>, and even a winning trip to <a href="http://atlanticcitynj.com/">AC</a>. and even though she didn't know who <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rocky_balboa">rocky</a> was, she was still game to run the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rocky_Steps">famous training steps</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdz9FA6mCyon0ChDIIeoGb50E8Lr3ncM4JC4zUX75Q7SIyN_5ZrS6ErmEH8pU5IhKy9r8LAb5XI6azgIyWU-NAUDh1aYFx1OZ-9TV67s_8idSX01Ihaxv9I6FlDpeV_IXy9wj60cjBJj6/s1600/IMG_2642.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdz9FA6mCyon0ChDIIeoGb50E8Lr3ncM4JC4zUX75Q7SIyN_5ZrS6ErmEH8pU5IhKy9r8LAb5XI6azgIyWU-NAUDh1aYFx1OZ-9TV67s_8idSX01Ihaxv9I6FlDpeV_IXy9wj60cjBJj6/s320/IMG_2642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578947345608804770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><b><i>oct 2010 - modern family.</i></b> this is one of our first pictures together. HM and i are happy as can be while little cal is showing off his true colors. he was NOT having it that day. meanwhile, our dog is the worst at taking pictures since he always finds a way to look like an idiot at the last second. we decided not to do family christmas photos. we figured it would probably turn out similar to this one. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaoCr5ts5pk10eUGrRed6PT6TOqW3gas-pMLMKa-Rhi8aHiJKqJX9NmdXTEEZgtCl9nKSgZxCacXbAC9yJB17N7dwOroELbGW1lDekaB0WttwlToO8T3WKuT2a1-dy1dPmOQn60AR503Dm/s1600/IMG_3492.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaoCr5ts5pk10eUGrRed6PT6TOqW3gas-pMLMKa-Rhi8aHiJKqJX9NmdXTEEZgtCl9nKSgZxCacXbAC9yJB17N7dwOroELbGW1lDekaB0WttwlToO8T3WKuT2a1-dy1dPmOQn60AR503Dm/s320/IMG_3492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578948027675209266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><b><i>feb 2011 - my valentine. </i></b> 10 years, 10 <a href="http://www.thecheesecakefactory.com/">cheesecake factory</a> visits. most of our friends know that it's tradition for HM and i to go to CF for valentines. our first three hour wait (they don't take reservations!) in 2001 set us up for good conversations and getting to know each other. in 2002, i think we couldn't decide on a place, so we went back. it was only 2 hours of waiting that year. we've learned different methods to cut down on the wait time: find new locations, go at odd times, and eating at the bar (our favorite!). now with calvin in our lives, we knew there was no way we could risk waiting. we agreed that as long as we have young children with us, we're going to either go a day early or during lunch. i think it worked out well as cal definitely enjoyed his nap while mom and dad reminisced about the last decade. </div><div><br /></div><div>there you have it my friends. our life in 20,000 words or less. it may not be as romantic as <a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808467146/info">this movie</a>, but give me a break... we're still in our youth! calvin pics/vids to come... </div><div><br /></div><div>-EZE</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zVbcAoImMgAQv_oaodGtUcX8XOZE1DdSONp3xe-qKixqaugs9FPeDUm9L7Jb38jurUUtkDfuS-BSROgUF-BJoMD88xYnniJscSLwEyX6G5-3kdVtYLcoKi-GlKYp7qDepOfxm3FzeNor/s1600/Hang+Eric+Epcot+vid+cam.bmp"></a><br /></div></div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-38111161661860212712011-02-13T20:24:00.003-06:002011-02-13T21:19:41.269-06:00Cry Baby21 weeks, 4 days PB.<br /><br />this will be a very short post.<br /><br /><br />unfortunately, i'm writing this under a very stressed situation. i've been listening to calvin cry for literally the past 45 minutes straight. held or unheld, he just blew up during his feed. HM left for work for the night, so there isn't a second set of hands to try to console him. <br /><br />for anyone who thinks it's easy to just let their baby 'cry it out'.... u must have a stone cold heart. i teared up when cal was in pain prior to his ICU stay and i'm almost to a breaking point tonight. <br /><br />*update* - after another 30 mins of consoling cal, i finally got him to eat and i'm writing this with one hand as he passed out in my other arm from pure exhaustion. finally some quiet time, but i would have preferred it coming with him falling asleep happy. it's difficult watching your child cry, but i think it's harder not knowing how make it stop. <br /><br />-EZErunnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-585231041422617962011-01-21T12:07:00.003-06:002011-01-21T12:57:55.421-06:00out of time18 weeks, 2 days PB.<br /><br />i like denzel washington. he's been a very influential actor throughout my movie watching days. from <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097441/">Glory</a> to <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0139654/">Training Day</a>, i still consider him an A-list box office draw. even though he's made some <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0328107/">thrilling</a> movies, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0313443/">this particular flick </a>isn't one of them. though i will watch for <a href="http://www.people.com/people/eva_mendes">eva mendes </a>alone... :)<br /><br />the title to this post should speak for itself. i feel that i never have time to produce a quality blog entry, but yet i hate having to use calvin as an excuse. december was such a busy month with holiday events, work, etc. january hasn't been much of a relief either. our attempts to move cal's sleep schedule earlier in the evening has not panned out too well. we've made some progress getting him to around 10pm, but that's after about an hour of him yelling in our ears. by that time i just want to sit on the couch and get my head back on straight before having to get ready for bed. <br /><br />i don't have any pictures to post this time around, but i promise that i'll have plenty soon. and speaking of pictures - a friend of mine (darkmark) brought up a question on his facebook status one day asking this: <strong>Ever wonder if you are the only one that REALLY thinks your kids cute?</strong><br /><br />so funny, because his kids ARE cute. i will be one to admit that calvin has his moments where he is super adorable, but i'll be damned if i try to say that he's cute 24 hours/day. he's got PLENTY of not-so-good looking poses in his repertiore. i think i'll post them soon, though HM might not like!<br /><br />after going through calvin's early pictures, dark's question had HM and i thinking the same freakin' thoughts. i know babies change and all, but there are a GOOD amount of pics that i look at now and think to myself.....damn, calvin was NOT a cute infant!<br /><br />does that sound mean and horrible? especially coming from his own father? in person, calvin is a stumpy ball of mass. he's typically quiet in front of others, so that makes him more attractive for some reason. but his thighs resemble <a href="http://itscliff.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/img_4183.jpg?w=497&h=662">turkey legs</a> from a carnival. and he has a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muffin_top">muffintop</a>! sure, being a fat baby is 'cute', but is it really cute if he becomes the shortest, fattest kid in class?! oh, the fears of my parenthood are coming out now....<br /><br />anyways - just a random thought that came to me today. i know i had to post SOMETHING. sorry for the delays. <br /><br />-EZErunnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-1299561749915424262010-12-05T20:37:00.010-06:002010-12-05T21:54:47.408-06:00anger management11 weeks, 4 days PB. <div><div><br /></div><div>i've never seen the movie <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0305224/">Anger Management</a> starring adam sandler and jack nicholson, but the title perfectly described my thoughts as i drove home from work last week. growing up watching sandler has been mostly <a href="http://i543.photobucket.com/albums/gg472/Blu-news2/TheWaterboy08.jpg">fun</a> and <a href="http://www.movieposter.com/posters/archive/main/65/MPW-32864">laughs</a>, though nicholson can pull some <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wasterwoman/4497848421/lightbox/">crazy faces</a> as well. <a href="http://www.gonemovies.com/WWW/WanadooFilms/Thriller/ShiningJohhny.jpg">this one</a> is a little more famous. nice one, jack!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>anyways... earlier this week, a meeting at work had run a little late which meant i left in the heat of traffic time. going to pick up calvin at my parents then heading back home was going to be a major pain in the ass... but i anticipated it. what i didn't anticipate was <a href="http://www.click2houston.com/automotive/25976448/detail.html">THIS</a>. yes, that tanker spill surely made my night. i spent almost 2 hours in standstill traffic while HM was upset at me because i forgot to bring home chicken salad. you could feel the snowball growing every minute. </div><div><br /></div><div>during the drive, i was hollering and screaming; furiously glaring at car's brake lights that were 100 yrds ahead. but after about 30 mins, i realized the only person that was hearing it (besides myself) was calvin. i've told this to people before, but some find it hard to believe -- <i>i have serious ROAD RAGE!!</i> HM has mentioned it to me and i think i've toned it down quite a bit since being married. but sometimes in my 'alone' driving, the devil in me comes out. kinda sad really. </div><div><br /></div><div>i've learned a lot from my parents and i don't doubt that calvin will do the same. i've had my slip ups with cursing in front of kids (sorry dark mark!), but now that i have my own, the caution signs are well in front of my own face. i just have to see them....and follow them. children will follow in their parents footsteps. i found a video that was interesting: </div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzD0zg7T-qQ?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzD0zg7T-qQ?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>that last image of the beatdown was scary, right? i can only hope that once baby calvin starts to walk, he'll follow HM around and become a mild mannered physician who studies beyond the need of studying. though the nagging about the forgotten chicken salad wouldn't be missed. (love u, babe!). i think that most parents aspire to be good role models for their kids, but sometimes our emotions (and other bad drivers!) can get the best of us. i have to keep this in mind for the next 20 years. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>too make up for bad times, i allowed cal some TV time. i recorded the <a href="http://www.cbs.com/specials/victorias_secret/">victoria's secret fashion show</a> (AT HM'S REQUEST - i promise) and we decided to watch as a family. i knew that calvin liked watching tv, but i grew bored of the shows content. c'mon people - u know that tall, american and brazilian models in underwear and angel's wings don't get my attention (i'm lying). my interest this year probably wasn't very strong since my <a href="http://mirandakerr.net/">favorite model </a>wasn't there. screw you, <a href="http://www.orlandobloomwebworld.com/cpg132/albums/eventi/2010/06-02-10jk-Memoria/026.jpg">orlando bloom</a>! (i tried to find a worse picture but for some reason the internet loves him). meanwhile..... i decided to capture calvin's reaction to what he thought:</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_F3XFba_8I?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_F3XFba_8I?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>that's my son. he was truly angry because commercials interrupted his viewing time of <a href="http://www.cbs.com/specials/victorias_secret/cast/">alessandra, adriana, and erin</a>. and if u think cal has learned to be a good actor at the tender age of 2 1/2 months, check out the follow up:</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fs9jd4c3SGw?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fs9jd4c3SGw?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>or it just might be that he's a katy perry fan and her <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHROHJlU_Ng">banned video</a>. it's for the kids!!! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>NFTW (new father tip of the week)</b> - don't forget the chicken salad. AND - don't hit other people in front of your child. </div><div><br /></div><div>- EZE</div><div><br /></div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-52371317978345720712010-11-29T23:17:00.007-06:002010-11-30T00:45:29.232-06:00hot tub time machine10 weeks, 5 days PB. <div><br /></div><div>john cusack's latest <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1231587/">tribute to 80's throwback</a> movie is another reminder of how good things used to be. i'm going to be one of those fathers who start lectures with "back when i was growing up......" i guess i don't want to say how 'good' things used to be, but rather how much EASIER they were. u think computers simplify really our lives? i would have a great argument to say otherwise. </div><div><br /></div><div>tomorrow i go back to work after my 2 1/2 week stint of taking care of calvin. i hear comments about how much of a 'stay at home dad' i am. truthfully i don't aspire to stay home to take care of children, but when i now look forward to how much time i WON'T be spending with him, it really is sad. after dropping him off at g.ma's place for the day, both HM and i are going to have 4-5 hours/night with him during the weekdays before putting him to bed. think about that - out of 120 hours we get around 20. during his most important stage of growing, we're going to see 1/6 of everything. and this doesn't even include the 2 feedings, bath, and nap that we have to squeeze in that time frame. my heart sinks at the though of it. for the most part, HM and i try to manage our time wisely.....at least i like to think so. i make lists and she follows routines. now that we've spent time with cal over the past 2 1/2 months, we wonder how much we're really going to miss him daily.</div><div><br /></div><div>i think back at how my parents managed their time with my sister and i. working in hospitals, they were fortunate enough to work different shifts so that one of them was always with us during our infant years. as we grew older, they changed accordingly. unfortunately, this doesn't work for HM and i (at the moment at least) since both of us are working throughout the daytime. if someone can find a job for me as an insurance analyst from 7pm-7am... please inform me! </div><div><br /></div><div>almost everyone i know has a fairly similar case. our parents worked their tails off, but seemed to have done it without the use of daycare or leaving us with others for a long time. and they do this so OUR lives can be better than theirs, right? sure we end up making more money, more stability, more success. but the sacrifice is that we become <i><a href="http://www.corporate-gifts.co.nz/webfiles/CompleteNZ/webpages/images/39126/Corporate_Image.jpg">corporate</a></i>. we all want 9-5 jobs with the weekends off. we also then sacrifice time with our own children. the question is.... is it worth it? i'm guessing that this is all part of every parent's worries. </div><div><br /></div><div>HM had to option to take more time off for maternity leave than the alloted 2 months. the drawback was that she would have to make up that time after her expected completion of residency (also unpaid!). another Dr (with young children) recommended that she take the time off if she can afford it. there just aren't many opportunities to be with your children at such a young and tender age. HM may not have shown it, but i think she was really torn about doing so. i told her that i would support her either way. she ended up not taking more time. i mean... after 8 years of post graduate work, i'm sure she wanted out too. i don't blame her</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm sure i'll look back at this time and be glad i took it off. i've seen him go from routinely crying at night to getting 6-7 hours of shuteye. now that's progress, folks! </div><div><br /></div><div>i leave you with a photo that HM snapped of me after i was exhausted from him crying in my ears for 30 mins. of course, i don't recommend falling asleep with your baby in your arms, but i can't figure a better bonding time. :)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqaU5tdm7BHZRzxsfZFCHUcX8WEPN72KVSnzemFMNx4l0eWuaOyF7O7_mR73UXexvN4VRqHnQPRdVXZLBCH4l_j99hIjwvSpTxp9iMUsOXW2SWHYmnXCcLOe6y0s8sQcktqj_zeY-sYSnB/s1600/IMG_2873.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqaU5tdm7BHZRzxsfZFCHUcX8WEPN72KVSnzemFMNx4l0eWuaOyF7O7_mR73UXexvN4VRqHnQPRdVXZLBCH4l_j99hIjwvSpTxp9iMUsOXW2SWHYmnXCcLOe6y0s8sQcktqj_zeY-sYSnB/s320/IMG_2873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545226562240786802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>NFTW - </b>be a model father in public. people expect moms to be good already. but dad's get so much more praise even for minor things. take advantage. </div><div><br /></div><div>-EZE</div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-58214474318002451892010-11-16T23:37:00.011-06:002010-11-17T01:25:02.754-06:00home alone8 wks, 6 days PB. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>macaulay culkin's child acting career blew up with this <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099785/">1990 film</a> about a boy at christmas time being, well... left alone (duh!). even when i saw the movie back then, i still see the image of his <a href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/2200000/home-alone-home-alone-2258019-1024-768.jpg">young face</a> up to now. i never feel like he's grown up, but damn...i'm actually older than he is! in truth, i ended up liking <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104431/">the seque</a>l more than the original. yes, it's sad i liked these movies. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>last night, HM had to work her first overnight shift since coming back from maternity leave. normally, this isn't such a big deal as she's used to working call nights on occasion. but since having calvin, it would mark the longest she would be without seeing him. it also leaves me by myself with him for 24 hrs. oh, the damage, right?!</div><div><br /></div><div>here's a picture of what HM saw when she came home: </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5zIhrB9wXzDVs3_Hh87WhSLau57lnl1Q77tqnFEWckhKvtD6uJQ0x7ix3gkWMu0o5FZQfjKTCtht4JjP4hEl2GKRmrib7IaahOW5Vzr3kFzHfzBccD52nPLMVa6xfAwn78CpWNZwEtDw/s1600/IMG_2846.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5zIhrB9wXzDVs3_Hh87WhSLau57lnl1Q77tqnFEWckhKvtD6uJQ0x7ix3gkWMu0o5FZQfjKTCtht4JjP4hEl2GKRmrib7IaahOW5Vzr3kFzHfzBccD52nPLMVa6xfAwn78CpWNZwEtDw/s320/IMG_2846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540402317360880994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>poor guy scratched his forehead quite nicely. i know this is a fairly common thing amongst babies, but i still had to deal with HM's dirty looks. cal wasn't too thrilled about it either. </div><div><br /></div><div>so anyways, PROGRESS HAS BEEN MADE! in my night alone, i managed to have calvin sleep for 7 hrs straight! and this does not include him crying for 2 or 3 hours beforehand. we got him to average 4-5 hrs before, but with A LOT of coaxing and crying struggles (both he and i!). i think we are onto something special. our hard work to getting him good sleep balanced with proper eating is finally panning out. his daytimes hours are perfectly blended into an eat, play, sleep cycle that repeats until nighttime. babies apparently are repetitive creatures just like the rest of us! </div><div><br /></div><div>i know it's only been 2 months, but like i said before...it seems like FOREVER. a baby that brings out it's colic personality at 10pm doesn't bode well for anyone. hopefully now he'll get some good growth spurts in! </div><div><br /></div><div>speaking of growing - cal had his 2 month visit with the pediatrician today. HM and i were extremely impressed with him. not only was he in great spirits the whole time, but he also took 3 vaccination shots without struggle! he winced and let out a quick cry during the process, but a few seconds later, he was fine. a snapshot of his stats:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6TGOXB21pDP4bNClqvmipbTDdJhyToKJ5o5JPUrXXCnt16oAAkPX7gAFBnRz-L0wtkUlOZuEhCw5EZ1YPrwKJMrATYabWULWj9AI6kjXKKMEHw5wsgd6647Ea9Dx2pfHtiuShh0fS9S2/s1600/IMG_2842.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6TGOXB21pDP4bNClqvmipbTDdJhyToKJ5o5JPUrXXCnt16oAAkPX7gAFBnRz-L0wtkUlOZuEhCw5EZ1YPrwKJMrATYabWULWj9AI6kjXKKMEHw5wsgd6647Ea9Dx2pfHtiuShh0fS9S2/s320/IMG_2842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540406886375324338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>as you can see, the little chunker IS growing, but not necessarily in the right direction. 4th percentile in height. sorry buddy, even the doc said you were probably never going to be like <a href="http://shanghaiist.com/attachments/shang_dan/yao_ming071907.jpg">yao ming</a> (like that?!). though your parents are contributing that nice large melon you have! hmm...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxZaW0o50TuuLoesZwCgVXQLefUOcDY1u4gbQVT6OmskA9dtaaS1roG8l_JdzIDJ9m8HsPh-36jG0-_Y3vrhpj1QQKk50WhC-c2ilbostfOpR55BZBKv5txNtZlX1XWFM-JWtL3qV3Rmi/s1600/IMG_2827.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxZaW0o50TuuLoesZwCgVXQLefUOcDY1u4gbQVT6OmskA9dtaaS1roG8l_JdzIDJ9m8HsPh-36jG0-_Y3vrhpj1QQKk50WhC-c2ilbostfOpR55BZBKv5txNtZlX1XWFM-JWtL3qV3Rmi/s320/IMG_2827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540408414587097602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>let's not forget the token naked baby picture (i'm too lazy to blur out his junk) 10.8 lbs!:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZa2plyb85l36yHV-aUU46MWQ86eRtDK8DJalVHJkXMUh_ir85asSIkgphDtue3_Z6JsfwUJ-Eg6Ob3R-s01RkGIwAU0dy4M7XL-yv9EhoIMDuE-VtatthYbBdMn9A2NfiajLCC8Lm0Xuf/s1600/IMG_2830.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZa2plyb85l36yHV-aUU46MWQ86eRtDK8DJalVHJkXMUh_ir85asSIkgphDtue3_Z6JsfwUJ-Eg6Ob3R-s01RkGIwAU0dy4M7XL-yv9EhoIMDuE-VtatthYbBdMn9A2NfiajLCC8Lm0Xuf/s320/IMG_2830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540409119711080290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>he is so going to hate me when he gets older. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>the doc also told me to start using a little vaseline in his skin creases where friction occurs that don't get much exposure. areas like the armpits, thigh/hip connection, etc. after seeing slight redness in those areas, i agreed to do so. i can't imagine what severely dirty, obese people do to their areas they can't reach themselves (maybe i just don't want to know). </div><div><br /></div><div>so that's a recent update of what's going on. i plan on backtracking some memories over the past 8 weeks and blog about what happened. it seems like so much occurred over that time frame that i can't let it die just in my mind! </div><div><br /></div><div>anyways...more pictures (because everyone LOVES to see baby pictures, right?!): </div><div><br /></div><div>surprise wake up in the afternoon. apparently - 'daddy' is a wiener dog: </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiFyB7PjJU6Kt2vRlUb0h-Am4mZNO4KWMKKgISf1cICf884sp01_sZVEdEiuUFI71_uskM3AWDE4Rmz9Cip1G4THA-nuJPmOFZQz_A08PXyzHyonsO-kMTmsiDrt_kNo8_2cm7Ic0ZJq-/s1600/IMG_2813.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiFyB7PjJU6Kt2vRlUb0h-Am4mZNO4KWMKKgISf1cICf884sp01_sZVEdEiuUFI71_uskM3AWDE4Rmz9Cip1G4THA-nuJPmOFZQz_A08PXyzHyonsO-kMTmsiDrt_kNo8_2cm7Ic0ZJq-/s320/IMG_2813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540413444007739138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>secretly DJing while asleep (like it, dark mark?!)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JeBnnxefjnih150RKeDdFO-7T-T14hSnmYEQMI1O2xZwBiryyKoJWi0h2xwBDxvAjPh6CuvSEcOebSdxoO6PMgvk79p9IF467HS0NRUBfhQhfCMNZwhcRWJuPUM_MaZVJnr4EPfxwJWQ/s1600/IMG_2818.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JeBnnxefjnih150RKeDdFO-7T-T14hSnmYEQMI1O2xZwBiryyKoJWi0h2xwBDxvAjPh6CuvSEcOebSdxoO6PMgvk79p9IF467HS0NRUBfhQhfCMNZwhcRWJuPUM_MaZVJnr4EPfxwJWQ/s320/IMG_2818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540413457812046722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>getting measured....notice the pants rolled up. just like daddy having his pants hemmed! </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsu8hy69uI5PejuUGL3swFjvtvNAfBoeTzjrIS2-5xNkZp98-Vu6me8NX-mQBExwyq449yPFKydo1-ve97JkkvquS6dEDDCXFRQAL_503OfcKvyodqp0r7iTBcEBGaGTneRGHIh5mM9I7F/s1600/IMG_2826.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsu8hy69uI5PejuUGL3swFjvtvNAfBoeTzjrIS2-5xNkZp98-Vu6me8NX-mQBExwyq449yPFKydo1-ve97JkkvquS6dEDDCXFRQAL_503OfcKvyodqp0r7iTBcEBGaGTneRGHIh5mM9I7F/s320/IMG_2826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540413464880058834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>with dad:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzJBvGYQuC3o6W1RMCJlJKzD0GamPOHMhRZYMV-5ys9u3XHMXZ1O0py1p27QAozNKjEYW8JAbzb2ZmNOkK2bUfU3ug1yW5MzYHRb8gJLje-xQBdSSCWrzeAigtuq6iV3-fpfuSHiTawI9/s1600/IMG_2838.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzJBvGYQuC3o6W1RMCJlJKzD0GamPOHMhRZYMV-5ys9u3XHMXZ1O0py1p27QAozNKjEYW8JAbzb2ZmNOkK2bUfU3ug1yW5MzYHRb8gJLje-xQBdSSCWrzeAigtuq6iV3-fpfuSHiTawI9/s320/IMG_2838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540413474582299074" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>and mom:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8LVaMUSUGC8RJpW4o-FYRyEwzd84LVyESGAzlZX-qO8Vbo03TGomQW25_uDDH3KtFT2p5FALuym50Ja4f7s2nw9dh4TcqAt9j2W9vXBdrtgdyxXdCwxaOy6Q18v0jSgJ-yyJ2b5nakNX/s1600/IMG_2841.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8LVaMUSUGC8RJpW4o-FYRyEwzd84LVyESGAzlZX-qO8Vbo03TGomQW25_uDDH3KtFT2p5FALuym50Ja4f7s2nw9dh4TcqAt9j2W9vXBdrtgdyxXdCwxaOy6Q18v0jSgJ-yyJ2b5nakNX/s320/IMG_2841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540413479597857986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>i wonder if the dr's office think we are "stupid japanese tourists taking pictures all the time"?! </div><div><br /></div><div>-EZE</div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-75973727224708903762010-11-12T16:32:00.003-06:002010-11-12T17:22:31.686-06:00Friday8 wks, 2 days PB.<br /><br />earlier today, Cal and i watched <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113118/">this masterpiece of filmmaking</a>. good parenting, right? i can't believe it's been 15 yrs since coming out. i remember watching it for the first time when it hit the dollar cinema....probably because they never checked for age. TS had to be the only white guy in the whole theater, but no one noticed. the place went nuts when <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5UKm6C4EmqI">this scene</a> came on. also my favorite.<br /><br />well, this post is nothing more than a test post to display a video. i haven't uploaded any to this point; most likely due to a few factors. i'm not very tech savvy..and i'm lazy to learn. i can feel dark mark's disappoinment. here goes:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7g0nmw6U8Y?hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7g0nmw6U8Y?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />i just previewed the link and looks like it's working. success! i'm still learning on how to change/format video, titles, etc. haha... very sad. and yes, i know the title of the vid says 007. interesting enough, we also watched <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113189/">Goldeneye</a> today. <br /><br />anyways, hope you enjoy this early video of calvin. everyone always tells us to cherish these moments. TGIF for real!<br /><br />-EZErunnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-91814181872268092902010-11-10T22:13:00.004-06:002010-11-11T00:36:39.710-06:00daddy day camp<div>8 wks PB. </div><div><br /></div><div><div>the face only a parent could love:</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hNQD5aUvDyQlJ3AYeNVFBfVA1Es2__BxcgpvmIb9oy-BbtUqJYaxEhOXJ2DbpLCaLCUzQoCCGE5Df2F-fnsaj8k89qkrwJv81c4S0c-4-t0f4K_j4dZjYQlcwZ4j1BYFC0wc6Zs6twfK/s1600/IMG_3317.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530339942730506306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hNQD5aUvDyQlJ3AYeNVFBfVA1Es2__BxcgpvmIb9oy-BbtUqJYaxEhOXJ2DbpLCaLCUzQoCCGE5Df2F-fnsaj8k89qkrwJv81c4S0c-4-t0f4K_j4dZjYQlcwZ4j1BYFC0wc6Zs6twfK/s320/IMG_3317.JPG" style="width: 214px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer; " /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>my apologies for the lack of posts. calvin has been a handful on his first time parents and i had to put 110% effort into balancing going back to work and life at home. and since i'm not much of a writer, it takes me awhile to muster up good posting material. </div><div><br /></div><div>first off...calvin is doing well. his parents? not so much. i can't imagine how scared he would be if he really knew about our rookie questions and mistakes. in any case, there should be plenty of future material for me to blog about. since HM only had 2 months of maternity leave (she could have taken more unpaid...along with extending her residency), we decided it would be best if we could get close to 3 months with him before his daily trip to my parents house. i took two weeks of vacation which happens to encompass the thanksgiving holiday. funny how things work out. </div><div><br /></div><div>and so.... today is HM's first day back at work since the day before delivery. it also marks the first day of taking care of the little guy by myself, hence the <a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/daddydaycamp/site/">blog title of this post</a>. (....interesting, i actually thought eddie murphy was the star of the film. go <a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/510rJUfHKWL._SS500_.jpg">Cuba</a>!) </div><div><br /></div><div>it was an interesting day to say the least. calvin didn't sleep until close to 2am last night after a few hours of fussiness. and to go back a few weeks, we've attempted the "<i>try anything that works</i>" method and have come up with mixed results. HM borrowed <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Becoming-Baby-Wise-Reference-Worldwide/dp/0971453209">this book</a> and read it in 2 days. it basically puts your baby on a schedule, which we did have somewhat prior. but the book preaches it to you like clockwork. i told HM we'll try it out. </div><div><br /></div><div>2 weeks ago, we started noticing some results of our militant schedule as calvin was sleeping for about 3 1/2 hrs, waking up to feed around 1-2am, and then sleep for another 3-3 1/2 hrs. i know it sounds sad, but getting 5-6 hrs of sleep is a GOOD night. i'm not able to run on fumes like i used to. </div><div><br /></div><div>then last week (during a VERY busy workweek for me), something happened. calvin changed..... and turned into a monster. and not a cute monster <a href="http://fatkidatcamp.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/baby-monster.jpg">like this</a>. i contemplated naming some of these posts "twilight", "blade" or a type of vampire movie. the kid just wouldn't go to bed until 2-3am.... and i'm still not sure if he's only sleeping from pure exhaustion of crying or jerking around all night. even more puzzling is that he is PERFECTLY FINE during the day -- as i experienced first hand today. he eats, plays, sleeps on schedule every 3 hrs. clockwork. though we did notice that once the sun set (earlier now due to daylight savings), his mood changed. hmmm..<a href="http://www.moviesonline.ca/AdvHTML_Upload/twilight-2.jpg">.could he be</a>?! </div><div><br /></div><div>HM came home a little early today with some good news that her rotation this month is an elective that isn't vital to her internist experience. her attending physician told her that she is free to leave, pump, or tend to calvin as needed. more help for me. awesomeness. </div><div><br /></div><div>on a <a href="http://whyitsannoying.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Debbie-Downer.jpg">debbie downer</a> note.... i would be lying if i told you that i'm the happiest guy in the world. there are times in the middle of the night that i absolutely hate the situation that i'm in. i mean, i'm blessed to have calvin, healthy and kicking. but your mind and body start to crack from sleep deprivation and wondering how bad you are f***ing things up. you question yourself, your spouse, what you are doing, and everyone else who has children. WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT MORE OF THIS?! </div><div><br /></div><div>you feel helplessly alone, yet every parent is more than willing to tell you a story. and even though the outcome of every story is different, most of them start out the same. "my baby was like _____.... and this is what we did". sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. gotta find out what's best for you, right? </div><div><br /></div><div>1230 am and he's asleep. which means i better do the same. more to come...i promise. </div><div><br /></div><div>-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+</div><div><br /></div><div>below are some pictures from calvin's 'one month session' that HM and i thought would be fun to do. we basically borrowed DarkMark's camera and tried out our inner <a href="http://www.annegeddes.com/">Anne Geddes</a> impression. we should probably stick to our day jobs... </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0GoHfN59lWurVsCPgD93e4J9USdtifBk6_sCMnh5s3AWchx0mIBoF0A6KIYWCHECEMQ_4dAQKYavFylezJrAophdCRQo5ASwIp5cybXdThsROf0b0JScaRdwoDhqP7aEVpCmj0IjWf5yB/s1600/IMG_3239.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530339646263014002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0GoHfN59lWurVsCPgD93e4J9USdtifBk6_sCMnh5s3AWchx0mIBoF0A6KIYWCHECEMQ_4dAQKYavFylezJrAophdCRQo5ASwIp5cybXdThsROf0b0JScaRdwoDhqP7aEVpCmj0IjWf5yB/s320/IMG_3239.JPG" style="width: 320px; 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height: 214px; cursor: pointer; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90MEot8p8p8LiWnnejDJLCbCe4NcUCFywrwDksHio0FadoNnbE8_GXtrsOfAmZTF7L2MZQzINc_m95lmv9hsmYnWNTYp-kjoCLbB0KfUkMQKfO3EIH_U4W68EFpKcMoHaWQSZilPq99Dr/s1600/IMG_3308.JPG"></a>my personal fave... i might be a little biased.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd-TwdPekXEHgv-myStiR-VYYc5mfQEatB9J3T96FUeqR0oDYdCTau2-TUDyr25PW_sc249O-kVvLBOD1r7UCb4jTYTgpEA1SCCEN-APgpGNhp1S_zmUYyOL3FPVrzr9P71zaV8OBx9kOS/s1600/IMG_3315.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530335951394899410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd-TwdPekXEHgv-myStiR-VYYc5mfQEatB9J3T96FUeqR0oDYdCTau2-TUDyr25PW_sc249O-kVvLBOD1r7UCb4jTYTgpEA1SCCEN-APgpGNhp1S_zmUYyOL3FPVrzr9P71zaV8OBx9kOS/s320/IMG_3315.JPG" style="width: 320px; height: 214px; cursor: pointer; " /></a><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div>changing this up a little bit.... </div><div><b>NFTW (New Father Tip of the Week)</b> -- don't bother worrying about when you and your spouse are going to start having relations again. get some sleep instead! </div><div><br /></div><div> - EZE</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-2017639864026086372010-10-09T20:27:00.005-05:002010-11-11T00:35:45.065-06:00the hand that rocks the cradle<div>3 wks, 3 days PB. </div><br /><div>when <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104389/">this movie </a>came out in the early 90's, rebecca de mornay made one <a href="http://www.notrecinema.net/aviscine/images/films/10000/10623_la_main_sur_le_berceau_the_hand_that_rocks_the_cradle__image_film.jpg">scary ass nanny</a>. it makes you wonder how hollywood comes up with this stuff. the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXYMPeMnO50">last act</a> of the movie is forever in my head. crazy bitch! </div><br /><div>it's 9pm on a saturday night and i'm sitting on the couch with calvin sleeping away next to me. i just finished watching the movie noted above and a thought crossed my mind. HM and i have never seriously discussed hiring a nanny. i'm sure if a situation called for it, we would consider the idea. </div><div><br /></div><div>as i mentioned in my last post, everything we do now has to be planned with or around the newborn. HM is on her way home from the <a href="http://www.greekfestival.org/">greek festival </a>with our friends KH/YMK. we make it a tradition to go the festival yearly, but obviously this time around it wasn't so easy for both us to go. toward the end of the week, KH offered bring some of the greek food over to us, but instead i asked if they could take HM out for a few hours. they agreed as long as they got to hang out with cal for a little while.</div><div><br /></div><div>this past week i went back to work and i'm not going to lie -- it's been one of the toughest weeks ever. my first day back, i only had 2 1/2 hrs of sleep. and since i hadn't done any physical activity in 3 weeks, i decided to run during my lunch break. BIG MISTAKE. after 1pm, my eyes were bloodshoot and i was sweating in my 70 degree office. the rest of the week got a little better for me, but i seriously missed the little guy. i should suggest 3 month paternity leave to my company..... aren't we all about equality?! </div><div> </div><br /><div>unfortunately i can't say HM was as fortunate as i. she had an infection resurface, her milk production was lower than anticipated, and calvin was raising hell during the daytime hours. i would receive texts throughout the day as she counted the hours until i came home. as i walked through the door, she would hand him over to me with a quickness. her disheveled appearance was enough to make me realize that she needed to get out. it didn't help that the weather had been perfect for two weeks (in houston, at least) and she had been inside 98% of the time.</div><div><br /></div><div>since this blog is supposed to be from a first time father's point of view - here is my Father Tip of the Week (FTW): </div><div><br /></div><div><b> -- in the first few weeks of birth, mothers will become attached to the child and never want to leave him/her. i recommend letting mom out for a few hours while you agree to take care of the baby. she can shop, go out with friends, eat, or just simply read a book. whatever a father can do to make a new mom feel whole every now and then will yield some serious return on investment in the long run. stressed mom + stressed baby = bad news for dad. </b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>time to put the kiddo to bed.</div><div>- EZE</div><div><br /></div><div> </div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-89291523553783417642010-09-30T22:49:00.003-05:002010-10-01T01:18:15.751-05:00two weeks notice<div>15 days PB.</div><div> </div><br /><div>i don't know what it is about <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/?title=Hugh_Grant">hugh grant</a> that makes him such a likeable guy. though <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0313737/">this movie </a>isn't his best work, i think it's the english accent that give him the upper hand. one flick that i seem to catch myself watching is <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0125439/">notting hill</a>. but really, the only thing that i can truly remember him is for this <a href="http://www.thatsweird.net/mugshots/hugh_grant.jpg">mug shot</a> while getting caught with <a href="http://thenewsoftoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Divine-Brown.jpg">this beauty</a>. how could do this to <a href="http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/celebs/elizabethhurley/elizabeth_hurley_7.jpg">HER</a>, hugh?!! you had it made... </div><div><br /></div><br /><div>anyways, it's now been two weeks since the arrival of little calvin. i must say that the past fortnight has felt months have past. so much high and low emotions have come and gone in such a short time, it's crazy to explain...but i'll try. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div><strong>first topic: the birth</strong>. i initially thought i would be sickened by the sight of a bloody/slimy baby coming out of my wife. and even though the whole "pushing" process took 45 minutes, everything went by so fast. i didn't even have enough time to be grossed out, let alone think about anything else other than labor coaching HM. by the time calvin arrived - he was wiped down, i yelled out "it's a boy!", i cut the cord, and within seconds he was laying on HM's chest. we looked at each other, then at our creation. i know there were 7 other people talking in the delivery room, but at that moment, we heard and saw nothing but calvin. </div><br /><div><b>second topic: the first night.</b> our excitement turned into frustration within the next 12-16 hrs as calvin made sure that we would get as little sleep as possible within 48 hrs. HM was suprisingly able to get up and walk around already (trooper!), so i'm lucky she was able to assist with his fussiness. i could not help but feel horrible for any single mother that had to endure what we had gone through without someone else. </div><br /><div><strong>third topic: ICU visit</strong>. after we were discharged two days after delivery, we were so happy to bring calvin home. we had everything as planned. the house was cleaned, the dog was at the kennel, and his crib sheets were crease-free awaiting his arrival. unfortunately, his homecoming was cut short to one night as we had to check him into TCH's ICU unit for high biliruben. the experience was haunting, even for someone like me who is fairly comfortable with hospital terminology and procedure. we had to option to go home (since we live so close), but i told HM i couldn't stand the thought of leaving him overnight. we were prepped to sleep bedside...in very uncomfortable conditions, i should add. fortunately, the nursing staff was able to get us on the list at the <a href="http://www.rmhhouston.org/?id=59">ronald mcdonald</a> house at TCH. we spent a very long two days and nights at the hospital waiting for everything to level out. it was great communication time b/w HM and i. if anything, it helped HM and i grow stronger together as a couple and family. as new parents, we couldn't ask for anything more. </div><br /><div><strong>fourth topic: finally home.</strong> as i mentioned before, the past 14 days have felt like an eternity. when you look at things in perspective, the time is nothing. we know that we're not one of the 'lucky' couples whose baby likes to sleep through the night. in fact, calvin is the opposite. after 10pm, he's a night owl....just like his dad. HM warned me that he would kick in the womb before bedtime. </div><br /><div>one of our worries was how our dog would react to the baby. we read horror stories of family pets not getting along with newborns. we were lucky that peanut greated cal with a questionable sniff, but had a happy wagging tail. the late night crying during diaper changes gets him a little spooked at times. </div><br /><div><strong>fifth topic: some things i've learned so far...</strong></div><div>- though it's been told to me many times before.... NO ONE really teaches you how to be a parent. you just do it. there are books, the internet, friends and family.... but when your baby is wailing at 330am and you don't know why.... you basically try and learn anything and everything you can quiet him (except shaking of course!). </div><br /><div>- you learn how to operate with one arm. toting around an infant while doing laundry, brushing your teeth, or typing this blog all becomes second nature. </div><br /><div>- you find that late night television and DVR are your best friends. </div><br /><div>- calvin likes to poop AFTER you change them. </div><br /><div>- pediatricians HAVE to be positive. having to deal with sleep-deprived parents and crying children all day takes a special skill. </div><br /><div>- i knew life was going to change.... but u never think about the MINOR things. example - you can't shower or use the restroom without making sure the baby is asleep or someone is watching him.</div><div><br /></div>- patience. its what's for breakfast, lunch and dinner. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>....sorry, got to cut this short - little cal finally fell asleep. and any parent knows: YOU SLEEP WHEN THE BABY SLEEPS. </div><div><br /></div><div>- EZE</div><div><div><br /></div><div><div> </div></div></div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-21206875730314608892010-09-19T23:48:00.010-05:002010-09-20T02:15:41.618-05:00family man4 days PB (post birth).<br />sorry for the lack of updates...obviously there is a lot of stuff going on.<br /><br />in the last few days, i went from being a happy husband who got little sleep to a proud papa who gets no sleep. i had already been up for 18 hrs before calvin was born and have since averaged less than 3 hrs of intermittent shuteye per night. this was too be expected right?<br /><br />to be fair and honest, we're still at the hospital. only this time it is not where calvin was delivered, but rather at texas childrens. little cal was admitted less than 24 hrs after he came home due to appearing <a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/infant-jaundice/DS00107">jaundice</a> and having higher than normal bilirubin. this is fairly common in infants...especially ones with asian heritage.<br /><br />needless to say, with having to stay at the hospital and going with HM to feed/visit calvin while in his incubator, there seems to be very little time to do much else.... let alone sleep. rather than to go into detail, i'll put it into another picture story (since everyone just wants to see pictures anyway). here is what i call<strong><em> "a series of firsts...."</em></strong> for baby calvin:<br /><br /><br /><em>first moment outside the womb:</em> after visiting mom's chest briefly, you can see he really wanted to stretch out! weighing in at 6 lbs, 9 oz, HM and i were pleasantly surprised that we produced a good sized kid! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCkH8auv9VR90HfF-E-gzopgGoMyAyti2QT0YArnML8YOnNOV_wfYc9Wrl87vsSw3npHz0yxokFdSCBXzxI0zBfkW278udNsupFh8R1Kdg0_0g3ve3LxRHGUkyNjEn8KpiQXsdEMV6Y6q1/s1600/048-1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518867325295786530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCkH8auv9VR90HfF-E-gzopgGoMyAyti2QT0YArnML8YOnNOV_wfYc9Wrl87vsSw3npHz0yxokFdSCBXzxI0zBfkW278udNsupFh8R1Kdg0_0g3ve3LxRHGUkyNjEn8KpiQXsdEMV6Y6q1/s400/048-1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em>first trip:</em> by wheelchair, then elevator - from delivery room to hospital bedroom. there's no place he's rather be than right next to momma. he and i share the same feeling.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtrYavtpj6cAVEjF0n9J_kvbLlKySAmkS1oWsxk7kQk1vc8PmHj6EjcFy0hhE_7cHkbmnjSeRGSzjDnsg6dBMdnJfGkGqQtHzOgferALYY3eviwLrJ149TgQ9bW1NEpOP4PgarzqbBN9Pw/s1600/067.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518869646374144578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtrYavtpj6cAVEjF0n9J_kvbLlKySAmkS1oWsxk7kQk1vc8PmHj6EjcFy0hhE_7cHkbmnjSeRGSzjDnsg6dBMdnJfGkGqQtHzOgferALYY3eviwLrJ149TgQ9bW1NEpOP4PgarzqbBN9Pw/s320/067.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><em>first bath:</em> he hated it, but it was probably more so the fact that it was cold. his <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/headandshoulders?v=gaJFnGGECJo&feature=pyv&ad=6149363431&kw=head%20and%20shoulders%20commercial%20troy%20polamalu&gclid=CPLx7_uvlaQCFZJl7AodMF9wHA">full head of hair needed almost a whole bottle </a> of the travel sized shampoo! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizjiW7D07Qk0YRh45V__3xu02fjuNAIP9aY96mhmLMuYlECZ9K3_HHCIbsApi9ysAhW7i0y-Z3JqtNkMI6Ls9x2wpxDd4WaRNuZOAW5YJy4FBBLCMzjsRW6U_xO523cX_O6HkboOd61IzM/s1600/082.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518869661953123282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizjiW7D07Qk0YRh45V__3xu02fjuNAIP9aY96mhmLMuYlECZ9K3_HHCIbsApi9ysAhW7i0y-Z3JqtNkMI6Ls9x2wpxDd4WaRNuZOAW5YJy4FBBLCMzjsRW6U_xO523cX_O6HkboOd61IzM/s320/082.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><em>first visitor:</em> NT came bearing gifts for baby c less about 6 hrs post birth. being the suave guy that he is, calvin decided to use the 'play it cool' approach. result: she wouldn't let him go. you go, boy! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYYYdBYaFHXZ2KQ4fOVFqEqJQqmQyHjRmmXY7oT41KBwqIIHzPzP3FuYNZHUrrSXjObnVZ6FEMEP5amAk3m_qV7DdAa_rMcK_k5qQ0bVsd5swuYkBdSIVCoUzBe7SAo0HEODvVcaQKYiIp/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518869671499800802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYYYdBYaFHXZ2KQ4fOVFqEqJQqmQyHjRmmXY7oT41KBwqIIHzPzP3FuYNZHUrrSXjObnVZ6FEMEP5amAk3m_qV7DdAa_rMcK_k5qQ0bVsd5swuYkBdSIVCoUzBe7SAo0HEODvVcaQKYiIp/s320/010.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><em>first visit from grandparents:</em> the M's keep marching! my parents seemed excited to know the bloodlines and family name would continue (though they never really said it). i guess it's pride more than anything. for me, i was just glad to finally meet the little booger.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz06NijFyGvnTJKPME4hbnSu_zeFCd5M1Xo70_7iseuDNkKxD-qzdAZ233j3e5e53xDyaAgMcXwL4JDm268gEurs2IDUKOSSKEcUkWYP-AZMQ-GymZvnxRKidiQ4yIpX_I32bO9LNFhoEp/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518869680018005298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz06NijFyGvnTJKPME4hbnSu_zeFCd5M1Xo70_7iseuDNkKxD-qzdAZ233j3e5e53xDyaAgMcXwL4JDm268gEurs2IDUKOSSKEcUkWYP-AZMQ-GymZvnxRKidiQ4yIpX_I32bO9LNFhoEp/s320/013.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><em>first kiss goodnight from dad:</em> this was the only time i made close contact with him in the first day because of.......<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-VVHC1FFB8Mlcos1Sm0jgI0FpOT1f6dtzFSte-atLa0u91FES4lJg5pG9ORru0QKLz6D8P5b_duQqU6Vn1S-igfOTPJOSMCsCCH697DfzlTL60CeA9CqIfJ8IeTbm1RbCKB_sPARq493/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518869681573848066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-VVHC1FFB8Mlcos1Sm0jgI0FpOT1f6dtzFSte-atLa0u91FES4lJg5pG9ORru0QKLz6D8P5b_duQqU6Vn1S-igfOTPJOSMCsCCH697DfzlTL60CeA9CqIfJ8IeTbm1RbCKB_sPARq493/s320/032.JPG" /></a><br />.....my slight lingering cough. this is the first time calvin slept in my arms. HM snatched this pic of me before she had to feed him in the middle of the night. he was irritated by laying in the crib, so i took the opportunity to get some father/son bonding time. don't clown the mask... it has been used at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bird_flu">much needed times</a> in the past. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQQ0PPS0Fe47rrEIaz7BzyIcomr2KcSeIVRGePbLhDBS3eOv7CiaoflQ5VG1ImUjPkQ2DXmJwnS-pL6aPzteRusFqCyALsyIIkP8E5TSqmfGMpzvVoAmk0ScPbmjhEE5JO5NTEhHieq_mt/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518871327794327090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQQ0PPS0Fe47rrEIaz7BzyIcomr2KcSeIVRGePbLhDBS3eOv7CiaoflQ5VG1ImUjPkQ2DXmJwnS-pL6aPzteRusFqCyALsyIIkP8E5TSqmfGMpzvVoAmk0ScPbmjhEE5JO5NTEhHieq_mt/s320/024.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><em>first gangsta pose:</em> during feeding, baby cal was messing with his head gear. the result is what you see below. he managed to pull down his cap, then fall asleep within a minute. i guess he knew it would provide two useful outcomes: covering his eyes from light...and one darn cute looking picture. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHXO8lc9JF2UEKVsR31PMwS-xK5VS8iOzONuuZ43SH6U2Kyy-XrF_acnv-73Q_-k87ve4TpiTbh3Nt8lBemK6vlg-mHbgcVbZry6PL6UMC0qU3JW-VSAUcKJ9AQG_3SWSS-vTdmX6UJ78G/s1600/042.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518871334599280834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHXO8lc9JF2UEKVsR31PMwS-xK5VS8iOzONuuZ43SH6U2Kyy-XrF_acnv-73Q_-k87ve4TpiTbh3Nt8lBemK6vlg-mHbgcVbZry6PL6UMC0qU3JW-VSAUcKJ9AQG_3SWSS-vTdmX6UJ78G/s320/042.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><em>first time home and in his crib:</em> if we are comparing the ratio of his size to the mattress, the kid has one super sized king bed! lucky guy.... i still have to share a full with HM!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY9BtVFauImL9tcqCMKtxdffBq4E2yZ2cuXg0Uv43qfXdl6z8fogckw1-koae7M2Q9m2Cx7AwNKWKqeAkot_L_qnREoCMIR1i6vUJYMebBaGcooFKOebrTvY3fSK9PN_RdS8wymhNhVWEd/s1600/053.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518871338954239618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY9BtVFauImL9tcqCMKtxdffBq4E2yZ2cuXg0Uv43qfXdl6z8fogckw1-koae7M2Q9m2Cx7AwNKWKqeAkot_L_qnREoCMIR1i6vUJYMebBaGcooFKOebrTvY3fSK9PN_RdS8wymhNhVWEd/s320/053.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><em>first time to pediatrician (the next morning):</em> losing weight as expected for newborns, baby c weighed in a little over 5 lbs. he was starting to lose hydration...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBLFCc0U9zNtXpLdQTbo6L2KCgyp9fjLCiRT8-v24ACFvUILlEAcUDIRzbMPuGrBj0hC08nLeWsOwQ0lHh99l7I-qXev8qq73nHF0VzpMlpunRS0Xo4kzDGJQ0WLQ53u8ob8M5S0z159D/s1600/062.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518871349497485842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBLFCc0U9zNtXpLdQTbo6L2KCgyp9fjLCiRT8-v24ACFvUILlEAcUDIRzbMPuGrBj0hC08nLeWsOwQ0lHh99l7I-qXev8qq73nHF0VzpMlpunRS0Xo4kzDGJQ0WLQ53u8ob8M5S0z159D/s320/062.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><em>first time being pricked for blood:</em> this was one of many times his blood was drawn. i felt so bad for him when he screamed in pain, though i thought his feet were too cute to pass up on a picture. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEyqzPLXJUhmQzg4TgVmaVWQUMlF17WsfMtodrjlnL3b5oR3FPA0fmKlZvClejuXz_k726vP77vB-UOJgWJnyerFxdiEWgBber2Mup4qWdBAI7fLFdXPsCVfBi48ZsV93vyHgzuYVRLFHh/s1600/069.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518871359140627170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEyqzPLXJUhmQzg4TgVmaVWQUMlF17WsfMtodrjlnL3b5oR3FPA0fmKlZvClejuXz_k726vP77vB-UOJgWJnyerFxdiEWgBber2Mup4qWdBAI7fLFdXPsCVfBi48ZsV93vyHgzuYVRLFHh/s320/069.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><em>first time admitted to the ER</em>: the following image appears scarier than it really is - this is the incubator that little calvin has to stay in (and where he currently is as i type). i'll write a separate blog about the journey we've taken as he received treament here. i know it looks really bad, but i assure you it's not a harsh therapy. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1u-T6FlHOORix651mfRNiyc7LPebwap9hVUESyWEZJ-du6fXmCrXS2m3WI-ipDrCcgSXtAyv21T8wem7-MzkIkZO6lWYLs93ijKqoAiJOYpXveqZHufRum87tPOoXNN57O3f8yF1dCLN/s1600/076.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518876296857578578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1u-T6FlHOORix651mfRNiyc7LPebwap9hVUESyWEZJ-du6fXmCrXS2m3WI-ipDrCcgSXtAyv21T8wem7-MzkIkZO6lWYLs93ijKqoAiJOYpXveqZHufRum87tPOoXNN57O3f8yF1dCLN/s320/076.JPG" /></a><br /><br />see what i mean? it's almost like he's sunbathing under UV light (which, in truth, he actually is doing). he came prepared and brought his beach sandals and shades!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iRuDjUG5Fbwa5FUlEjn2DawekYxNBsvRlvgpN_VzBFt9fk4uJrnjEUpQKMv8OcluZLVsg9Ogwf9fCOIOvijcL3VwKZpLSQRqSYk7ibEfmdacZuW0BzcKlNZ-5H6K1StSMaNaovb3ghWI/s1600/099.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518872317801290162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iRuDjUG5Fbwa5FUlEjn2DawekYxNBsvRlvgpN_VzBFt9fk4uJrnjEUpQKMv8OcluZLVsg9Ogwf9fCOIOvijcL3VwKZpLSQRqSYk7ibEfmdacZuW0BzcKlNZ-5H6K1StSMaNaovb3ghWI/s320/099.JPG" /></a><br /><br />- EZErunnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-46518286812868844952010-09-15T13:51:00.006-05:002010-09-20T15:34:42.784-05:00the lion kingthe newest addition has arrived....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtPxz3i2JOmxiUso5twfh4xNeYx08DHfb6AoSojxBJeATNrpPv5QfcOXtiexnphFEowaYikzgqb5B49EjBmjvZqe3EkNh2KVItrQ-mzNK7wUDqTq32cFEb-koHrRkYJRgbQqO-YlkZMW0M/s1600/042.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517215504162189618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtPxz3i2JOmxiUso5twfh4xNeYx08DHfb6AoSojxBJeATNrpPv5QfcOXtiexnphFEowaYikzgqb5B49EjBmjvZqe3EkNh2KVItrQ-mzNK7wUDqTq32cFEb-koHrRkYJRgbQqO-YlkZMW0M/s320/042.JPG" /></a> <div> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Welcome Baby Calvin!</strong></span></div><div>born on 9/15/2010 at 12:10pm; 6 lbs 9oz, 18 1/2 inches long</div><div> </div><div>i'm so very proud of HM on her delivery. momma and baby are doing fine. dad is doing ok too (no crying!)... </div><div> </div><div>thank you all for your thoughts and well wishes. we are resting for a bit and will update more later. </div><div> </div><div>we are so happy to be parents!!</div><div> </div><div>- EZE</div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-81714635945976850882010-09-15T04:07:00.017-05:002010-09-18T00:35:48.345-05:00sleepless in seattle40 weeks, 3 days. LIVE BLOG (please excuse any typos)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr1EFZR-p4KFVHcaKU5sjOxvBVyoh9ln1Ggb3z9k4tg_7zo9akwIltAmxf7WKe56CJsqXKrBQvyUokIO3EXSycpLe-_uwxh_e3Z5k53_MZpSWhW6rJPi17hKCboEb6T1TJCQwT6z7lBTk3/s1600/P1009150906492.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517070850397023922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr1EFZR-p4KFVHcaKU5sjOxvBVyoh9ln1Ggb3z9k4tg_7zo9akwIltAmxf7WKe56CJsqXKrBQvyUokIO3EXSycpLe-_uwxh_e3Z5k53_MZpSWhW6rJPi17hKCboEb6T1TJCQwT6z7lBTk3/s400/P1009150906492.jpg" /></a><br /><br />*change of plans*<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">4:16 am</span></strong> - it looks like baby c/z has plans. after an anticipated delivery date this past sunday, HM and i are now at the hospital. i'm sitting next to her as she squeezes my hand every 4 minutes when the contractions hit. i've never witnessed her in so much physical pain. it is hard for me to watch.<br /><br />when we watched <a href="http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/disney/walle/"><em>wall e</em></a> last night, HM mentioned she started to have weird feelings. at 1130pm, we decided to get ready for bed and a 1/2 hour later she was writhing in pain. she suggested we get ready for bed so we can get some rest. after midnight, she was having contractions close to 10 minutes apart....a surprise to us since she hasn't had any yet.<br /><br />our scheduled induction tomorrow has now changed into a highly probable labor and delivery today. she is now hooked up with some pain meds and 4cm's dilated. the oncall physician has been notified and now we're waiting. poor HM is tired and sleepy. our little buddy wants out.<div><br />time is passing fast, but i'm also holding HM's hand when she calls me over .... more to come soon.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGpdpTKN7S3X-KPxRFGdGDVnxrrY3sQgE7-aUpZOF78J4N-LP5FDYcmIsvMfYaMjXr-ho8VaFhu22nUxokCgvwOIpUCn4lAaNzVs5uWnyaUjONU6WjZfpDQ74OuB1OqU8AiHULk4FyoISQ/s1600/P1009150949004.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517075159699292978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGpdpTKN7S3X-KPxRFGdGDVnxrrY3sQgE7-aUpZOF78J4N-LP5FDYcmIsvMfYaMjXr-ho8VaFhu22nUxokCgvwOIpUCn4lAaNzVs5uWnyaUjONU6WjZfpDQ74OuB1OqU8AiHULk4FyoISQ/s400/P1009150949004.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong>end post.</strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">5:55 am</span></strong> - i'm in the waiting room now as HM receives her epidural. the IV meds that she took made her even more sleepy but at least reduced some of the pain. she still can squeeze the heck out of my hand though!<br /><br />an english family is in the room with me...husband just walks in to his parents and in laws -- "pretty good sized baby. born at 5:17am. 18 inches, 6 lbs 7 oz.". these people are quite big and tall. maybe his wife is tiny. if my baby comes out bigger than theirs, then maybe there is hope of a future basketball star in the family, eh? oh who am i kidding...<br /><br />the doctors don't allow family in the room during the epidural process...not sure why. maybe it's cuz crazy husbands would cause trouble. i hope HM is doing ok. only a few more minutes till i can go see her....<br /><br /><strong>end post.</strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>7:43am</strong></span> - back in the room w/HM. epidural is set and the waiting game has begun. we've tried to take a nap for the last hour or so, but both of us are secretly sitting awake in silence. though our minds and and bodies are exhausted, our hearts are pounding with anticipation. who can sleep now?<br /><br />Dr. D just came in suggested she 'manually breaks the water' to speed up the process. HM agreed to do so and 3 mins later, Dr. D is out the door to handle a c-section. it appears she has 4 of her own patients who checked in last night. HM always told me that the life of an OB-GYN is not one that she could handle. the hours alone are so demanding and the malpractice insurance can be as much as a BMW 7 series.<br /><br />we had planned to have a relaxing day handling some errands, but i think we are in for a better treat. i could be a dad by my next update!<br /><br /><strong>end post.</strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>9:08am</strong></span> - time to eat.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHCbcKFDfQb6w2q2PXfmE9d3gDFZi803Y7bEsSJ5GGrAfAf9BRrKRFp2U7JJIC-1MSHw3EXwI_7rjDTalAqHsJrmJ3tuQ9swCAsJXzVdZ-4Kq980ytzt3jV9WG4buIsBna9nKGgYwiU3Rs/s1600/P1009151358102.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517142099912196850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHCbcKFDfQb6w2q2PXfmE9d3gDFZi803Y7bEsSJ5GGrAfAf9BRrKRFp2U7JJIC-1MSHw3EXwI_7rjDTalAqHsJrmJ3tuQ9swCAsJXzVdZ-4Kq980ytzt3jV9WG4buIsBna9nKGgYwiU3Rs/s400/P1009151358102.jpg" /></a><br />i've always wondered why the texas medical center (TMC) hospitals have mcdonalds as their main restaurant of choice. sure, it's fast food and easy, but doesn't it somewhat contradict what hospitals are here for -- to prolong life? the obvious choice would be subway. i mean..look at <a href="http://blogs.dallasobserver.com/cityofate/subway_jared.jpg">jared fogle</a> for goodness sakes! to be fair, there are other cafe's/restaurants and even some <a href="http://www.chick-fil-a.com/#home">other nice choices </a>for quick eats. but you have to give props to the golden arches for sapping up all the prime retail space. kinda reminds me of the humans in <em>wall e</em>.<br /><br />speaking of eating, i don't believe i ever mentioned the goal i set for myself at the beginning of this journey. my goal was to be exactly the same weight i was the day we confirmed that HM was pregnant. initial weight: 151lbs. today's weight: 152.5.<br /><br />i know it doesn't sound like much, but in my eyes i technically still failed. i didn't want to be part of the 'sympathy weight/pains/gains' conversation. oh well, as long as my belly is healthy, right? oops.<br /><br />......progress has slowed down a bit. i know it's past 9am and we've been here since 230, but it just doesn't seem like it. i will admit, that there is a lot more waiting around than i expected. i know people told me before, but you don't really realize it until it happens in your shoes. when someone says, "man, we were waiting at the hospital for a whole day." -- it doesn't effect me much. i've been here for 7 hrs and i'm restless, cranky, and still avoiding to use the hospital restroom. i'm a little edgy about stuff like that.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifygiLkxPlb6eezrJB5KxcK4dRCCFKVQ2CV9HuRZEBKYenZgmXo8Q2vG6HYCZPDql3Q3cnzqNl7HneD4Ku-N_QHtGi4IVDEMDEFvGE1fe0-fzZQD4B2F-klMnncVbAmRvSZFEk6u8CFQLu/s1600/P1009151356441.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517142097589749890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifygiLkxPlb6eezrJB5KxcK4dRCCFKVQ2CV9HuRZEBKYenZgmXo8Q2vG6HYCZPDql3Q3cnzqNl7HneD4Ku-N_QHtGi4IVDEMDEFvGE1fe0-fzZQD4B2F-klMnncVbAmRvSZFEk6u8CFQLu/s400/P1009151356441.jpg" /></a><br /><br />still waiting for you baby calvin or zoey.....<br /><br /><strong>end post.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">10:20am</span></strong> - HM is around 9cm's dilated. Dr. D is in her 2nd c section for the morning. it looks like we're gonna start pushing this baby out...literally. the nurse informed us that everything is going well. baby's heartrate is good, head down, and it might even be an easier-than-anticipated delivery.<br /><br />life is about to change in the best way.....<br /><br /><strong>end post.</strong></div><div><strong><br /></strong></div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-32524979426091484732010-09-13T22:21:00.005-05:002010-09-13T23:49:19.102-05:00the postman40 weeks, 1 day. one day post due.<br /><br />kevin costner's <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119925/">1997 film</a> was a disaster to his career. after big roles in <em>the untouchables, bull durham, and </em><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHTsQ9qePrQ"><em>field of dreams</em></a>, he was building a resume of a superstar. then came films like <em>waterworld, postman, and 3000 miles to graceland</em> (<a href="http://www.crankycritic.com/archive01/posters/3000milestograceland.jpg">nice chops there buddy</a>!). there have been a few movies that were supposed to be 'late comebacks' to resurrect his career, but in my opinion....the guy is pretty much done. that's too bad...cuz i really liked him as <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0103855/">frank farmer in <em>the bodyguard</em></a>.<br /><br />we met with Dr. D today and she gave us options on what we want to do. HM's situation is favorable to where we have a choice to wait or induce. the benefit to waiting is having the baby naturally and lower c-section percetages. the detriment would be risk of infection which could lead to stillbirth which increases progressively <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/6_your-pregnancy-41-weeks_5904.bc">post 41 weeks</a>. given that there really isn't any growth benefit in the womb for the baby now, we opted to wait a few days and plan induce later this week. baby c/z could make an appearance at anytime b/w now and then, but HM doesn't feel like much has changed, so we're not holding our breath.<br /><br />being the trooper that she is, HM is still going to work a little bit and take a day off later so we can run a few errands to prepare. i guess another benefit to inducing is knowing when we're going to be at the hospital. i secretly wanted the whole 'rush experience' we see in movies, but i also don't want to miss the actual birth. given the choice, i think we're taking the safer bet.<br /><br />we're going to try to get some good sleep since induction could be as early as 5:30am, but who can sleep during a time like this? i'm already a late sleeper, but now knowing that my child is coming is only going to make my nights much more restless. fortunately, i can't say the same for my lovely wife...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNjPnVAmu_uzxp9YSEbEDg8_5pw1mLrhcUiLwKQ2EOTaqD4D-bp4xELyUzsVfiMi25z4n8Pimz7vbhhog1Fjc1mrictOIdZdHFr-d_7bPZpfxXEIYDWODWVCBv-CAtMdx_7HJ3SHIjiqAD/s1600/P1009140424073.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516621309677581538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNjPnVAmu_uzxp9YSEbEDg8_5pw1mLrhcUiLwKQ2EOTaqD4D-bp4xELyUzsVfiMi25z4n8Pimz7vbhhog1Fjc1mrictOIdZdHFr-d_7bPZpfxXEIYDWODWVCBv-CAtMdx_7HJ3SHIjiqAD/s400/P1009140424073.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div>this is a bigger, brighter, and better picture than from a few nights ago... sweet dreams babe!</div><div></div><div>- EZE</div></div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-50162614050025362962010-09-12T23:23:00.005-05:002010-09-13T01:18:31.108-05:00the 40 year old virgin40 weeks - due date. baby has not arrived yet!<br /><div><br /></div><div>in the movie <i>the <a href="http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/universal/the40yearoldvirgin/">40 year old virgin</a></i>, steve carell's character is put on the spot to speak about <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQVPjLAulaM">having sex with a woman</a> - something he's never done before at that point. he was hilariously clueless. </div><div><br /></div><div>during the whole pregnancy process, i've felt clueless about a lot of things. what kind of stroller to buy, what receiving blankets are, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZ0epRjfGLw">how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop</a>....just to name a few. </div><div><br /></div><div>a few months ago, i asked HM about why it's said that pregnancy takes '9 months', but the due date is set at 40 weeks (which would be around 10 months)? this is something i know that i would have never asked unless having go through this experience. anyways - according to the 'pregnancy pinwheel' - which i like to call it - the starting date is considered as the 'first day of a woman's last period'. ok folks, start your thinking hats.... now (see pic below). </div><div><br /></div><div>sooooo, while conception typically happens around the 2nd - 3rd week, and full term is considered to be at 37 weeks.... it averages around the 36 week/9 month mark? this is the only reasoning i could come up with. oi... this would be so much easier to figure out with one night stands, right? </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjShfQlXUOzFuAQrjNadHXoqsimzPPkzg-S-zMLtiObuCLLvmtiS6RlHJMMdzsKLHfW9RD81Qc0UY28yFPLXyYXkKWMhA7U4wFWcBC4LCqYTgNLeis4XWaAf-xEqHz4DwCxtTmZ2AgYxbEH/s1600/40+yr+old+-+1.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjShfQlXUOzFuAQrjNadHXoqsimzPPkzg-S-zMLtiObuCLLvmtiS6RlHJMMdzsKLHfW9RD81Qc0UY28yFPLXyYXkKWMhA7U4wFWcBC4LCqYTgNLeis4XWaAf-xEqHz4DwCxtTmZ2AgYxbEH/s320/40+yr+old+-+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516263030473799042" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>and so it's been a week since my countdown to due date started and nothing eventful has happened the last 7 days. HM and i have had some quality time together (which i've thoroughly enjoyed), but now we're getting a little restless. to put it simple - WE WANT THE BABY OUT! we have an early appt with Dr. D tomorrow and probably have discussions about inducing. not the ideal, but most likely safer. the good thing about going this route is that we DO know a general time to expect labor/delivery. i'm getting even more antsy as i type. i'm thinking of doing a live blog update while waiting around in the hospital. HM thought it was a neat idea for the 5 of you that are reading. we'll see how it goes. </div><div><br /></div><div>on a side note, i'm back to training for the <a href="http://www.chevronhoustonmarathon.com/HalfMarathon/index.cfm">houston half marathon</a> in january. i decided that training for a full marathon while having my first newborn probably wasn't going to work out. i also don't know if HM would be working and i'm aiming for her to be there when i cross the finish line if i ever complete the full 26.2 miles. last year when i signed up for the full, plans <a href="http://runnereze.blogspot.com/">didn't work out so well</a> and i settled for my 3rd half marathon. and though it was my fastest time yet, i still don't plan on drinking and sleeping late the night before as 'preparation'!!</div><div><br /></div><div>bedbug time... </div><div>- EZE</div><div><br /></div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761345456291115605.post-58842354723461707122010-09-11T23:56:00.005-05:002010-09-12T02:12:37.293-05:00she's the one39 weeks, 6 days. <div><br /></div><div>i don't really remember much about <a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1800262186/info">this movie</a> other than the fact that jennifer aniston was a main character. i'm using it just for the title again... </div><div><br /></div><div>i would like to dedicate this post to my lovely wife and soon to be new mother, HM. first off, i want to wish her a happy bday. 9 yrs ago tonight, we sat in a restaurant eating a quiet dinner after a very <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/September_11_attacks">tragic morning</a>. our relationship was still in its infant stages as we were entering young adulthood. both of us in college, HM was just starting her journey to becoming a physician..... a path set from high school that will carry until next summer. i, on the other hand, was a nomad searching for my own way amongst a sea of students. from pre-pharmacy to physical therapist to almost not getting into business school (but i did!) - it took me 5 1/2 yrs to obtain the college degree that i promised my parents i would complete. </div><div><br /></div><div>the story of HM begins from no better place than houston, texas. born and raised in the space city by her mother and grandmother, she didn't exactly live in the <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=turf+club+houston&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=47.838189,86.396484&ie=UTF8&hq=turf+club&hnear=Houston,+Harris,+Texas&ll=29.707438,-95.501747&spn=0.051588,0.084372&z=14">nicest part of town</a>. some would have considered her pauper, but she would never admit it was THAT bad. she attended a <a href="http://hs.houstonisd.org/DebakeyHS/">magnet high school</a> which basically was the spark that brought her to where she is now. she has always excelled as a student and i don't doubt that she will become a great doctor. i'm proud of her in so many ways that i can't even explain the feeling. HM is THE 'american dream'.... a hard working, dedicated, and motivated person that strives to better their future given the hand that she was dealt with. not only has she succeeded in doing so already, but she also chose a career that assists in helping others to get better as well. how many of us can really say that? me purchasing corporate insurance for an energy company has its perks (free coffee!), but "saving 15% on car insurance by switching to geico" doesn't compare to prolonging someone's life. </div><div><br /></div><div>i don't have repeat the <a href="http://hanganderic.com/">story of us</a>, but i do want to say that there is absolutely nothing that i adore more than make her happy. tomorrow will mark the 40th week that she's carried our child in utero. she changed to a healthier diet and sleep schedule to accommodate the baby, but she never held back on anything else. she remained committed to providing the best care to her patients. she made time to keep in touch with friends -- something i think we all can lose sight on when were focused on other things. she held up on her deal to be my loving wife and listened to my boring business insurance stories. she pretended to be interested about my fantasy football draft. best of all, she didn't did argue with me over bed space nor hog the blankets. <i>i gots me a winner folks! </i></div><div><br /></div><div>i've overheard people tell HM that she's lucky that she's had a fairly 'easy' pregnancy. in reality, i'm the one who is blessed. she never unleashed the 'wrath' that other husbands apparently get from pregnant wives who are emotional. she only once had a late night craving for food...which was easily satisfied by a quick trip to mickey D's for a $1 sundae. i squashed all other cravings by keeping ice cream readily stocked in the freezer. </div><div><br /></div><div>as for the baby.... unless something happens tomorrow, we are slated to see the doctor on monday morning. at that time, we'll be given our options for induction, etc. even though we'd prefer for things to come naturally, HM and i can finally have peace of mind knowing that the pregnancy journey will end and the parenting phase will begin. it's been a great experience..... i can't thank HM enough for it. she's going to be an awesome mom. </div><div><br /></div><div>- EZE </div><div><br /></div><div>some quick picture updates for preparation: </div><div><br /></div><div><div><i>our storage is quite filled. over 25 boxes of stuff that we probably won't ever need again, but we're not good at giving stuff up! gotta make space for the baby, right?!</i><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTweHQFDeDNvBI_oUHNYzB-rkx_cZ-J_NL05xXoJ4Y-g23TU_3tycgr5Aixa_ZeoEWQ-KDrf32Gc9LPyfFgeit7f3QxpDpCgbHGO2ODF3yHkb5ATXdiUud784lY9TRBbKEr7wVoY0vIc4G/s1600/two+-+5.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTweHQFDeDNvBI_oUHNYzB-rkx_cZ-J_NL05xXoJ4Y-g23TU_3tycgr5Aixa_ZeoEWQ-KDrf32Gc9LPyfFgeit7f3QxpDpCgbHGO2ODF3yHkb5ATXdiUud784lY9TRBbKEr7wVoY0vIc4G/s320/two+-+5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515909964539950466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><i>our refinished bathroom courtesy of </i><a href="http://ngrefinishing.com/"><i>New Generation Refinishing</i></a><i>. i would post some before pictures, but they are a little scary. having to caulk and recaulk because of recurring mold SUCKS. this was not really in our initial prep planning, but we couldn't be happier with the outcome. </i></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQZgnOJInAYY9I-QnmnvsDSD3bJuPhZ83HzjOt7uhrFyhW-uUe1C1UgD5ep4wKFKGrfxapuTgSDAHWt0_7uD0q_xnI8nqBMs8wo8sbZX6uFvwyNhqouQDmFW4JcomPhKG_xYIaZ7QUNay/s1600/two+-+4.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQZgnOJInAYY9I-QnmnvsDSD3bJuPhZ83HzjOt7uhrFyhW-uUe1C1UgD5ep4wKFKGrfxapuTgSDAHWt0_7uD0q_xnI8nqBMs8wo8sbZX6uFvwyNhqouQDmFW4JcomPhKG_xYIaZ7QUNay/s320/two+-+4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515909978122206066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><i>inexpensive stroller to hold us over until we get one of these </i><a href="http://www.bobgear.com/strollers/"><i>bad boys</i></a><i>. i hope the baby likes being outdoors! </i><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7xuFO6oCThml6cdUnDh6jlfANB4ydE4WI0HkmvuSoxR4JTkMEKXG-NNHHVdYfsgM2MFsAbL2SmoMKZkcEDNiunG0tdGOvDeg54ZNRfDjZqGrOHM9oYw0sMXjgOtwE9ZoKdeoWq9KdKqE/s1600/two+-+3.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7xuFO6oCThml6cdUnDh6jlfANB4ydE4WI0HkmvuSoxR4JTkMEKXG-NNHHVdYfsgM2MFsAbL2SmoMKZkcEDNiunG0tdGOvDeg54ZNRfDjZqGrOHM9oYw0sMXjgOtwE9ZoKdeoWq9KdKqE/s320/two+-+3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515909996439212530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><i>the baby seat is installed and good to go. it's not leather, baby c/z will still be riding in nice comfort and support. thanks PP/NP for the gift! </i></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7xuFO6oCThml6cdUnDh6jlfANB4ydE4WI0HkmvuSoxR4JTkMEKXG-NNHHVdYfsgM2MFsAbL2SmoMKZkcEDNiunG0tdGOvDeg54ZNRfDjZqGrOHM9oYw0sMXjgOtwE9ZoKdeoWq9KdKqE/s1600/two+-+3.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNVB5uCoMbpwFABexgbEXm6KVv4zFO1ThSe0SxUTlTMWF0vfidysb_Gex7-kfgry-KabSc_HZWDSuoo3Bx6SUKAi-RIOGZcWlYNpArsN_x_ZAzqpjrwZqjEcTi_qnxjJvgGO7ZnLN5PUu/s1600/two+-+2.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNVB5uCoMbpwFABexgbEXm6KVv4zFO1ThSe0SxUTlTMWF0vfidysb_Gex7-kfgry-KabSc_HZWDSuoo3Bx6SUKAi-RIOGZcWlYNpArsN_x_ZAzqpjrwZqjEcTi_qnxjJvgGO7ZnLN5PUu/s320/two+-+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515910011803959538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><br /></div><div><i>and finally - the crib in our bedroom. this took 3 hrs to build due to the 90+ nuts/bolts/dowels that came in the box (along with the sliding drawer that finishing up in the picture). in the end, we're quite happy with the outcome. individually, the pieces weren't much to look at, but together they transformed into a sturdy and good looking product. thanks to YH/SD and to the trans (all three of them!). </i></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQZgnOJInAYY9I-QnmnvsDSD3bJuPhZ83HzjOt7uhrFyhW-uUe1C1UgD5ep4wKFKGrfxapuTgSDAHWt0_7uD0q_xnI8nqBMs8wo8sbZX6uFvwyNhqouQDmFW4JcomPhKG_xYIaZ7QUNay/s1600/two+-+4.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPt7MORBHuRzaCVH406AGP22bMqPth0AZ_deULZu7Ms4vvX5rAnlZETfhc7OSfgw4HCIIZLCzWYBjejD951zr_dBfKmzJ1hg6ho3xT9w3Inm9ujB4VmKGXhcuXUfsTS3QE12VYO8QMN7T/s1600/two+-+1.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPt7MORBHuRzaCVH406AGP22bMqPth0AZ_deULZu7Ms4vvX5rAnlZETfhc7OSfgw4HCIIZLCzWYBjejD951zr_dBfKmzJ1hg6ho3xT9w3Inm9ujB4VmKGXhcuXUfsTS3QE12VYO8QMN7T/s320/two+-+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515910023318435762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div>runnerEZEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07711676169604269491noreply@blogger.com1