I made this before my new guy showed up and it makes me laugh. Plus I haven't posted a video before.
Hope this works. Stay tuned for more.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Don't give up on it just yet
I think that we may just now be getting used to having two boys in our lives. We are still ironing out all the kinks, but things are moving right along...and Cody has been gaining weight at record pace. He is already tipping the scales at 11lbs 5 oz.
Now if we could just get the kid to sleep at night. We are deep into the sleep deprivation portion of new children. He doesn't want to sleep for more than three hours at a time and now that we are almost 6 weeks into this...we are desperate for a decent nights sleep. Especially my poor wife.
But I haven't given up on this blog just yet. I am just finding it harder and harder to make the time to put together posts for this topic. It is one that I really have to think about and I don't want to just put nonsense like this post out there.
I will say that there is one product that has made our lives considerably easier and that is the 4moms Cleanwater bathtub. It is a great product! It has a constant stream of clean water flowing so your child isn't sitting in filth, and it ensures that temperature stays constant with a digital thermometer that lights up blue, green and red for too cold, just right, and too hot. In my opinion if you have a new baby this is the only tub in which to bathe them.
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Now if we could just get the kid to sleep at night. We are deep into the sleep deprivation portion of new children. He doesn't want to sleep for more than three hours at a time and now that we are almost 6 weeks into this...we are desperate for a decent nights sleep. Especially my poor wife.
But I haven't given up on this blog just yet. I am just finding it harder and harder to make the time to put together posts for this topic. It is one that I really have to think about and I don't want to just put nonsense like this post out there.
I will say that there is one product that has made our lives considerably easier and that is the 4moms Cleanwater bathtub. It is a great product! It has a constant stream of clean water flowing so your child isn't sitting in filth, and it ensures that temperature stays constant with a digital thermometer that lights up blue, green and red for too cold, just right, and too hot. In my opinion if you have a new baby this is the only tub in which to bathe them.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
TTN
So I know that I have been away longer than my goal of getting a post a week on here. I don't want to have excuses for it, but things have been...hectic.
My son Cody was born on February 26, 2011 at 1:03 pm. He was 20 inches long and 8 pounds 3 ounces and incredible. I am still amazed that I can fall instantaneously in love. Those that don't believe in love at first sight haven't had a child yet. He stole my heart just like his older brother did two years earlier.
Then there was a problem. He wasn't breathing...how do you say this...the right way. He had grunting going on and muscle contractions. Through my new found love I didn't think anything of it. The nurses kept fussing over him and I kept hovering over him in awe of what God had delivered to my family.
Long story shortened considerably...The nurses took him away to observe and monitor his oxygen levels. They told us that he was breathing too fast and might still have some of the pre-birth fluid in his lungs. One of the reasons could have been that he was delivered extremely quickly and didn't have it all squeezed out in the birth canal. Cody was in observation for about 24 hours. The pediatrician then decided that he needed specialized treatment at a Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, closest being in Santa Rosa.
We then saw our new little angel placed into an isolette and loaded into a medical helicopter. He was then separated from us during his flight to Santa Rosa Memorial Hospital. His 12 minute flight took us an hour in the car. One of the longest hours of my life. It was reassuring to know that my brother in law, Cody's uncle, was able to take his engine company to the hospital and meet him at the hospital door.
Once we arrived and met with the neonatalogist he assured us that Cody was going to be fine. He was convinced that Cody was experiencing TTN or Transient Tachypnea of the Newborn. It happens in about 1% of all newborns and they have to work harder to clear the excess fluid from their lungs. The doctor reassured us that a few days with oxygen and maybe some pressurized air into his lungs and he would be perfectly normal.
It took five days for our little man to be returned to us. Five long days of living in and out of the hospital and suitcases and a huge weight hovering over your heart and shoulders. In the end he is a perfectly normal little boy that will have no effects from this experience.We also were educated on the type of care and work the NICU's around the country are doing to kids that might otherwise not make it. Our little man was the Big Boy and about 4 times as big as some of the patients in the unit with us. The people taking care of these children are extremely gifted and should be recognized as the heroes that they are.
I do have to thank all of the people that helped us get through this. All of the ICN nurses and doctors at Santa Rosa Memorial, the nurses that work in the Labor/Delivery Unit at UVMC, Todd Pelletier from REACH, but above anyone else all our friends and family for giving us unbelievable amounts of love and support. A special recognition should go to my monster in law who always goes above and beyond, but this time was a saint sent from God. She put her entire life on hold and catered to our every need, in addition to ensuring the our older son Robby was taken care of. Robby and his Papa spent most of the week together on what can only be described as a vacation for Robby.
There was another incident that I will soon post on my other blog, Adventure Wannabe, about the fight in the parking lot. It was just the twist of the knife in that week from hell.
Hope to talk to you soon.
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| Cody Corippo |
Then there was a problem. He wasn't breathing...how do you say this...the right way. He had grunting going on and muscle contractions. Through my new found love I didn't think anything of it. The nurses kept fussing over him and I kept hovering over him in awe of what God had delivered to my family.
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| Cody with all of his monitor cables and the IV |
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| Working hard to be ready to come home |
We then saw our new little angel placed into an isolette and loaded into a medical helicopter. He was then separated from us during his flight to Santa Rosa Memorial Hospital. His 12 minute flight took us an hour in the car. One of the longest hours of my life. It was reassuring to know that my brother in law, Cody's uncle, was able to take his engine company to the hospital and meet him at the hospital door.
Once we arrived and met with the neonatalogist he assured us that Cody was going to be fine. He was convinced that Cody was experiencing TTN or Transient Tachypnea of the Newborn. It happens in about 1% of all newborns and they have to work harder to clear the excess fluid from their lungs. The doctor reassured us that a few days with oxygen and maybe some pressurized air into his lungs and he would be perfectly normal.
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| Taking our lil man home |
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| Robby loving up on his new little bro |
There was another incident that I will soon post on my other blog, Adventure Wannabe, about the fight in the parking lot. It was just the twist of the knife in that week from hell.
Hope to talk to you soon.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Early Delivery
I was really trying to keep up the blog post a week on here. Looks like I might have a bit of a hiatus though. We are going in tonight for the birth of our second son. I look forward to being back and really spending some attention to this blog. I can't wait to meet my new son, Cody.
Talk to you soon.
Talk to you soon.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
A mother's pain
So going into the endgame of this pregnancy there is a lot of things going through my head. Scared about adding another life to my family. Excited to have another boy to raise and play with. Freaking out a bit about having to be responsible and take care of him.
But mostly I just want him to get here. My poor wife is in constant pain and can't get any relief. I swear it looks like he is standing straight up in her. According to her he is jumping on her ribs. I don't know why, but my boys both have abused their mother in the ribs while in the womb. I wish there was something that I could do for her, because she is in a terrific amount of pain.
I know that the only cure is going to be more pain during the delivery, but the sooner it comes to an end the better I think she will be.
I know this is short, but I've had a crazy week so I'm happy to get a little bit on here.
Talk to you soon.
But mostly I just want him to get here. My poor wife is in constant pain and can't get any relief. I swear it looks like he is standing straight up in her. According to her he is jumping on her ribs. I don't know why, but my boys both have abused their mother in the ribs while in the womb. I wish there was something that I could do for her, because she is in a terrific amount of pain.
I know that the only cure is going to be more pain during the delivery, but the sooner it comes to an end the better I think she will be.
I know this is short, but I've had a crazy week so I'm happy to get a little bit on here.
Talk to you soon.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Back to it
Well, it's time to stop putting it off. My new goal is to post something on this blog once a week.
Today it's just about catching up. My wife is going into the last few weeks of pregnancy, my two year old is acting like he runs the place and I've been working a ridiculous amount. All of it has made me realize (yet again) how blessed and lucky I am in life. I have had a ton of things go my way and any time I spend away from my family leaves me rushing right back to them. All the extra time at work has really hit this home this month.
My son is incredible. I wish I could get myself back to a place where I wake up and have a clean slate for the day, no plans, no regret from yesterdays, just another chance to wake up and be happy to get on with the day. Everytime I watch him wake up and see his smile, just because he woke up, it makes me jealous that I have so much worry, regret, stress and responsibilities already laid out for me that day.
So with this quick post I am rededicating myself to producing this blog, gearing up for the end of a pregnancy and the beginning of adding another life to my family, and going to attempt to wake up with a better perspective each day. Who knows if it will work, but I like the sound of it.
Today it's just about catching up. My wife is going into the last few weeks of pregnancy, my two year old is acting like he runs the place and I've been working a ridiculous amount. All of it has made me realize (yet again) how blessed and lucky I am in life. I have had a ton of things go my way and any time I spend away from my family leaves me rushing right back to them. All the extra time at work has really hit this home this month.
My son is incredible. I wish I could get myself back to a place where I wake up and have a clean slate for the day, no plans, no regret from yesterdays, just another chance to wake up and be happy to get on with the day. Everytime I watch him wake up and see his smile, just because he woke up, it makes me jealous that I have so much worry, regret, stress and responsibilities already laid out for me that day.
So with this quick post I am rededicating myself to producing this blog, gearing up for the end of a pregnancy and the beginning of adding another life to my family, and going to attempt to wake up with a better perspective each day. Who knows if it will work, but I like the sound of it.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
IED's, Infant Exploding Devices
So I was about to pack it in and close out this blog. I mentioned it in front of a couple of guys and work and was really surprised to hear that they were both following and thought that I should get back to it.
That was enough of a kick in the ass to get me thinking about it, and here I am.
So I was sitting on the couch trying to decide what i should write about to get back on the horse and inspiration exploded right next to me.
Robby was sitting next to me on the couch with a full sippy cup of juice. Actually it was a bit of juice and a lot of water. As we were sitting there, Robby watching toons on the tv and I was going over topics to write about in my head, the sippy cup came apart in Robby's mouth and it's contents flew all over the place. I jumped and yelled in surprise, which scared my son and had him screaming at the top of his lungs. So there we are. I'm screaming like a little girl jumping off the couch and he is standing soaked in juice crying in fear. Isn't being a parent fun!! So I picked him up and calmed him as I changed his clothes. It is incredible how fast kids can recover. He was playing a laughing within two minutes. It also reaffirms that I love being the person that can bring a smile back to his face.
Not soon after Robby got a fever. He was really hot and then when Dani and I were trying to give him some Infant Tylenol he turned into my chest and BAM!!! Hot Wet and Stinky! I got hit with a vomit bomb. My poor little boy and I were covered in his stomach contents, I was surprised again and he was screaming with tears streaming down his face. Sound familiar?? This time Dani had to deal with clean up, which luckly consisted only of our clothes and a towel, while Robby and I washed up in a shower. Again the silver lining was that I was able to put a smile back on my kids face after such a horrible experience.
Another example of yin yang in my journey of being a parent.
That was enough of a kick in the ass to get me thinking about it, and here I am.
So I was sitting on the couch trying to decide what i should write about to get back on the horse and inspiration exploded right next to me.
Robby was sitting next to me on the couch with a full sippy cup of juice. Actually it was a bit of juice and a lot of water. As we were sitting there, Robby watching toons on the tv and I was going over topics to write about in my head, the sippy cup came apart in Robby's mouth and it's contents flew all over the place. I jumped and yelled in surprise, which scared my son and had him screaming at the top of his lungs. So there we are. I'm screaming like a little girl jumping off the couch and he is standing soaked in juice crying in fear. Isn't being a parent fun!! So I picked him up and calmed him as I changed his clothes. It is incredible how fast kids can recover. He was playing a laughing within two minutes. It also reaffirms that I love being the person that can bring a smile back to his face.
Not soon after Robby got a fever. He was really hot and then when Dani and I were trying to give him some Infant Tylenol he turned into my chest and BAM!!! Hot Wet and Stinky! I got hit with a vomit bomb. My poor little boy and I were covered in his stomach contents, I was surprised again and he was screaming with tears streaming down his face. Sound familiar?? This time Dani had to deal with clean up, which luckly consisted only of our clothes and a towel, while Robby and I washed up in a shower. Again the silver lining was that I was able to put a smile back on my kids face after such a horrible experience.
Another example of yin yang in my journey of being a parent.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Intelligender...You Suck!!
I love ultrasounds. There is nothing quite as satisfying as being able to sneek a peek inside your wife's womb and see exactly who is growing in there. Especially with the 3D technology that gives you an actual picture of your baby. I need to give a big thank you to Prenatal Peek in Santa Rosa for giving us the opportunity to see that...I am having a boy!!!
Thats right. I know what you read earlier, and I bought into it too, but without a doubt my new child is a bouncing baby boy. He might have been a little pissed that I thought I was having a girl because he was sitting back as spread eagle as he could be when the 3D image popped up on the monitor. Hanging out for all to see.
So that brings me to this crap product that not once, but twice led my wife and I to believe that we were having a daughter. Stay away from it. I don't know what is really in the box, but it sure doesn't predict your future children. Which sucks because I became convinced that I was having a girl, partly due to these "tests." Now everyone is wondering if I'm disappointed and I am not. I am extremely happy to be having another son. So is my wife, we are just thrilled to know and see that it looked like a happy healthy little future person growing in there.
I will say that seeing him for the first time on that monitor makes me anxious for him to get here. I can't wait to meet that lil guy.
Thats right. I know what you read earlier, and I bought into it too, but without a doubt my new child is a bouncing baby boy. He might have been a little pissed that I thought I was having a girl because he was sitting back as spread eagle as he could be when the 3D image popped up on the monitor. Hanging out for all to see.
So that brings me to this crap product that not once, but twice led my wife and I to believe that we were having a daughter. Stay away from it. I don't know what is really in the box, but it sure doesn't predict your future children. Which sucks because I became convinced that I was having a girl, partly due to these "tests." Now everyone is wondering if I'm disappointed and I am not. I am extremely happy to be having another son. So is my wife, we are just thrilled to know and see that it looked like a happy healthy little future person growing in there.
I will say that seeing him for the first time on that monitor makes me anxious for him to get here. I can't wait to meet that lil guy.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Mystery of Lake Consequence
I don't even know how to start this one...
I guess I'll start at the beginning. A couple of weeks ago I moved our Wii into the bedroom so that we could take advantage of the Netflix streaming that is included in the account. I have to recommend using the Wii to stream Netflix if you have them. I find the quality is good and Netflix is adding new titles to stream all the time. Won't be too long til streaming makes DVD's as relevant as records, 8 tracks, and VHS. One of the best things about using Netflix streaming is that Robby can watch kids stuff and I don't have to hear the same videos over and over and over and over again. There are quite a few titles for children to choose from, so it really is a sanity saver.
Anyway, I also have been using the new Netflix app on my iPhone. Again I am really surprised at how well Netflix has made this product. Only drawback that I have found is that you have to have a decent connection for decent streaming. I've been using this quite a bit at work when the rest of the shift is watching something that I don't care for. Works awesome!
There is another instrument in this story and that is the iPad. One of the firefighters on my shift has an iPad and we signed in my account onto it to see how well the iPad app worked, just like everything else...great. Well he didn't ever sign my account out and has just been able to watch shows on it using my account.
So now this is where it is going to get complicated.
I was at work and was using my iPhone Netflix app when I noticed a title in the recently watched section that I didn't recognize. Apparently Lake Consequence is a story of a "repressed housewife that develops an erotic infatuation with a local landscaper in a soft-core sensual drama that will get your blood pumping." That is directly from the description on the site. Naturally I assumed that my firefighter was in his room enjoying some skinamax on my (and my wife's) Netflix account.
Now I don't want to jump to conclusions or anything. So I share what I have just discovered with my engineer to see if my theory makes sense to him. Of course it did. Both of us now think that our firefighter is a fan of the skin flick. Being firefighters, and sensitive to each others feelings we made every attempt to delicately approach the subject...like a grenade thrown into a commercial chicken coup. It got messy. Accusations were stated, gestures were made, and denials were steadfast. Of course the firefighter is going to deny watching porn at work, nothing good can come from that. He was really adamant that he didn't do it though.
That means my wife!!!!
When I go to work and am putting my life on the line she is at home watching this trash and wanting some ripped, sweaty, exotic lawn jockey.
Wait, that can't be right. I know that my wife loves me and would never cheat on me. She would never do anything like that.
I still accused her of it though. As soon as I got home I asked what the hell she was watching when I was at work. Why did she need to get her kicks from some soft core garbage? Was I not man enough for her?
She denied it all also. So what is going on? I have my own little mystery going on at my house. I wish I was a better detective, cause I am out of leads and have no idea how to get anymore clues to this mystery.
Over the next four days I kept busy and eventually mostly forgot about the Lake Consequence Mystery. Until this afternoon. My wife came into work and tells me that another similar type movie is on the recently watched list at home. WTF!?!?! Now I look like the perv!!
Then my mind flashes to the day before when Dani and I were talking in our room and Robby had grabbed the Wii remote and was cruising through the Netflix just pushing buttons to turn it on and off. Flipping through all the available titles randomly and starting a few here and there. So the perv is my 21 month old. He is the one that was flipping through with the controller, just like he sees Mama and Dada, and turning on the soft core late night titles.
I really hope that this isn't a sign of things to come.
I guess I'll start at the beginning. A couple of weeks ago I moved our Wii into the bedroom so that we could take advantage of the Netflix streaming that is included in the account. I have to recommend using the Wii to stream Netflix if you have them. I find the quality is good and Netflix is adding new titles to stream all the time. Won't be too long til streaming makes DVD's as relevant as records, 8 tracks, and VHS. One of the best things about using Netflix streaming is that Robby can watch kids stuff and I don't have to hear the same videos over and over and over and over again. There are quite a few titles for children to choose from, so it really is a sanity saver.
Anyway, I also have been using the new Netflix app on my iPhone. Again I am really surprised at how well Netflix has made this product. Only drawback that I have found is that you have to have a decent connection for decent streaming. I've been using this quite a bit at work when the rest of the shift is watching something that I don't care for. Works awesome!
There is another instrument in this story and that is the iPad. One of the firefighters on my shift has an iPad and we signed in my account onto it to see how well the iPad app worked, just like everything else...great. Well he didn't ever sign my account out and has just been able to watch shows on it using my account.
So now this is where it is going to get complicated.
I was at work and was using my iPhone Netflix app when I noticed a title in the recently watched section that I didn't recognize. Apparently Lake Consequence is a story of a "repressed housewife that develops an erotic infatuation with a local landscaper in a soft-core sensual drama that will get your blood pumping." That is directly from the description on the site. Naturally I assumed that my firefighter was in his room enjoying some skinamax on my (and my wife's) Netflix account.
Now I don't want to jump to conclusions or anything. So I share what I have just discovered with my engineer to see if my theory makes sense to him. Of course it did. Both of us now think that our firefighter is a fan of the skin flick. Being firefighters, and sensitive to each others feelings we made every attempt to delicately approach the subject...like a grenade thrown into a commercial chicken coup. It got messy. Accusations were stated, gestures were made, and denials were steadfast. Of course the firefighter is going to deny watching porn at work, nothing good can come from that. He was really adamant that he didn't do it though.
That means my wife!!!!
When I go to work and am putting my life on the line she is at home watching this trash and wanting some ripped, sweaty, exotic lawn jockey.
Wait, that can't be right. I know that my wife loves me and would never cheat on me. She would never do anything like that.
I still accused her of it though. As soon as I got home I asked what the hell she was watching when I was at work. Why did she need to get her kicks from some soft core garbage? Was I not man enough for her?
She denied it all also. So what is going on? I have my own little mystery going on at my house. I wish I was a better detective, cause I am out of leads and have no idea how to get anymore clues to this mystery.
Over the next four days I kept busy and eventually mostly forgot about the Lake Consequence Mystery. Until this afternoon. My wife came into work and tells me that another similar type movie is on the recently watched list at home. WTF!?!?! Now I look like the perv!!
Then my mind flashes to the day before when Dani and I were talking in our room and Robby had grabbed the Wii remote and was cruising through the Netflix just pushing buttons to turn it on and off. Flipping through all the available titles randomly and starting a few here and there. So the perv is my 21 month old. He is the one that was flipping through with the controller, just like he sees Mama and Dada, and turning on the soft core late night titles.
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| He might look innocent, but this is where he could end up. |
I really hope that this isn't a sign of things to come.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Huggies Overnights
Small post, but I do have more to come.
I just want to let everyone know about Huggies Overnight diapers. They rock. My son would wake up early (and I mean early) every morning drenched because he diaper had burst and leaked all over his PJ's and bed. Not a good way to wake up, I don't care how old you are.
These new ones hold the pee pee and let Robby sleep until morning. I don't know what magic they add to these, but I give them the highest recommendation that I can. They work, and I love products that actually do what they say they are going to do. Thanks Huggies!
I just want to let everyone know about Huggies Overnight diapers. They rock. My son would wake up early (and I mean early) every morning drenched because he diaper had burst and leaked all over his PJ's and bed. Not a good way to wake up, I don't care how old you are.
These new ones hold the pee pee and let Robby sleep until morning. I don't know what magic they add to these, but I give them the highest recommendation that I can. They work, and I love products that actually do what they say they are going to do. Thanks Huggies!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
It's a Girl? maybe
This morning my wife started her 10th week of this second pregnancy, and according to the directions on the box of Boy or Girl? test we were ready to find out what we were really expecting. This is great for us because we are not patient people. (And if you have kept up my MIL is driving people crazy with "What do you think they are having? talk.)
Now I don't know how accurate this test is yet, but my wife saw it profiled on an episode of The Doctors so I'm guessing there is some science to it. Apparently it can analyze my wife's urine (pee-pee, piddle, tinkle, whatever you call it) and turns color according to if your having a boy or a girl.
First thing this morning she jumped up and locked herself in the bathroom. I really wasn't all that awake until she yelled "What time is it?" so that she would know when the 10 minutes were up. I set the timer on my iphone and the suspense began to build. I have really thought the entire time that we were having a girl. Not a doubt in my mind, until she asked me what time it was. Dani has always said that she needed a girl, kinda one of those complete you life things. And to be fair I have always thought that she would need a daughter also. Her family is very close knit and all the mothers and daughters have an incredible bond. But if this test came out boy, then I was probably looking at going through all this pregnancy mess again (Dani if your reading this, I know you have it WAY worse than I do, but I hope you get my point.) If this test says little girl, then it would be a choice to go for a third, not an absolute certainty.
As my phone started to marimba Dani ran to the test. She thought that it said girl, but wanted to know what I thought. I was thinking great! We bought this test and it is going to be undetermined, what a crock!! When I looked down what I saw was orangish fluid, which when compared to the label was a clear indication that I am going to have a daughter.
I didn't know what to feel. I was excited, happy, relieved and nervous. Then came the realization that I might become a crazy paranoid with a little girl. I am probably going to be the overprotective nosy dictator dad that you see on all those cheesy chick flicks, you know the one that gets screamed all sorts of horrible things by the daughter. That is going to kill me.
So please wish me luck through the rest of this journey and in another six weeks or so we will go get an ultrasound to confirm with this test. Who knows, maybe this is all hogwash and I have a little boy brewing away in there. God he'll be mad when he finds out he was supposed to be a girl now.
In MIL news, all this does is change "So what do you think their having?" to "What do you think they should name her?" I swear she is completely uncontrollable. Anyone know of any good loony bins, madhouse, sanatoriums, or mental hospitals for her?
Now I don't know how accurate this test is yet, but my wife saw it profiled on an episode of The Doctors so I'm guessing there is some science to it. Apparently it can analyze my wife's urine (pee-pee, piddle, tinkle, whatever you call it) and turns color according to if your having a boy or a girl.
First thing this morning she jumped up and locked herself in the bathroom. I really wasn't all that awake until she yelled "What time is it?" so that she would know when the 10 minutes were up. I set the timer on my iphone and the suspense began to build. I have really thought the entire time that we were having a girl. Not a doubt in my mind, until she asked me what time it was. Dani has always said that she needed a girl, kinda one of those complete you life things. And to be fair I have always thought that she would need a daughter also. Her family is very close knit and all the mothers and daughters have an incredible bond. But if this test came out boy, then I was probably looking at going through all this pregnancy mess again (Dani if your reading this, I know you have it WAY worse than I do, but I hope you get my point.) If this test says little girl, then it would be a choice to go for a third, not an absolute certainty.
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| I know it's not the best pic, but it was really early and I was excited! |
I didn't know what to feel. I was excited, happy, relieved and nervous. Then came the realization that I might become a crazy paranoid with a little girl. I am probably going to be the overprotective nosy dictator dad that you see on all those cheesy chick flicks, you know the one that gets screamed all sorts of horrible things by the daughter. That is going to kill me.
So please wish me luck through the rest of this journey and in another six weeks or so we will go get an ultrasound to confirm with this test. Who knows, maybe this is all hogwash and I have a little boy brewing away in there. God he'll be mad when he finds out he was supposed to be a girl now.
In MIL news, all this does is change "So what do you think their having?" to "What do you think they should name her?" I swear she is completely uncontrollable. Anyone know of any good loony bins, madhouse, sanatoriums, or mental hospitals for her?
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thieving Scoundrels
So just a quick story...
I went in to work the other day at the station and during the Giants game remembered that I had some Reese's Pieces up in our cupboard. I jumped up and threw open the door. There they were...with the top open. Upon further investigation I found one left in the box. An entire movie theatre style box of Reese's Pieces and there was a single piece left.
What I should have told you was that I bought the candies with the intention of leaving them in the cupboard and proving that someone would take them on my days off. I told one of my co-workers about my little plan and sure enough someone took and ate my treats.
Now I told you that story to tell you this one.
The thieves from the station returned to work and brought me replacement Pieces. I took and opened a box of them at home and had them on my night stand as I watched a show with Robby taking a nap. Later when he woke up I gave him a piece and watched him do a little happy dance as he discovered what was in that small candy shell. I put the box back on my nightstand and didn't think twice about it.
I went out and ran an errand for my MIL. While I was up at her house my wife calls and tells me that she caught our 19 month old with a box of candy. He climbed up and got the box of Pieces off of my night stand and polished them off...except for one single solitary Reese's Piece.
I couldn't believe it. Twice in one week I had a box of candy stolen and they left me a single piece in the box. Just sitting in there mocking me. No matter where I go it seems that I'm not supposed to have candy. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something...
I went in to work the other day at the station and during the Giants game remembered that I had some Reese's Pieces up in our cupboard. I jumped up and threw open the door. There they were...with the top open. Upon further investigation I found one left in the box. An entire movie theatre style box of Reese's Pieces and there was a single piece left.
What I should have told you was that I bought the candies with the intention of leaving them in the cupboard and proving that someone would take them on my days off. I told one of my co-workers about my little plan and sure enough someone took and ate my treats.
Now I told you that story to tell you this one.
The thieves from the station returned to work and brought me replacement Pieces. I took and opened a box of them at home and had them on my night stand as I watched a show with Robby taking a nap. Later when he woke up I gave him a piece and watched him do a little happy dance as he discovered what was in that small candy shell. I put the box back on my nightstand and didn't think twice about it.
I went out and ran an errand for my MIL. While I was up at her house my wife calls and tells me that she caught our 19 month old with a box of candy. He climbed up and got the box of Pieces off of my night stand and polished them off...except for one single solitary Reese's Piece.
I couldn't believe it. Twice in one week I had a box of candy stolen and they left me a single piece in the box. Just sitting in there mocking me. No matter where I go it seems that I'm not supposed to have candy. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something...
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Nap Wrestling
My son needs naps.
There is no way around this fact. He turns into a high pitched wailing tornado around 4 pm if he hasn't been put down for a siesta. I mean a F5 on the Fujita scale, ultimate devastation! Our living room can go from spotless to thrashed in less than a half hour. I don't even know how its possible. He's only 19 months old, where did he learn these techniques.
So in order to combat these afternoon meltdowns we use the time honored tradition of the Nap. The only problem with this is he isn't a fan. If you catch him on those rare occasions he will take a Baba and snuggle into my chest and drift off to dreamland. More than likely its going to go down with more punches, kicks and blood than a UFC pay per view. The only advantage I have is size and determination.
He is a dirty fighter too! Some of his favorite moves are the eye gouge, nut kick, and head butt. All of these pale in comparison to his last ditch effort, The Entire Face Scratch! He takes his fingers (this is most effective if he needs his nails trimmed, which seems to be every other day) and uses my face as his personal blackboard digging and pulling all the way down. It is every bit as painful as your imagining right now, and more so because he loves to insert those blades into every opening they can find along the way. Bloody noses lips and blurred vision are usually accompanied with his naps.
These are the moments that I wonder whose kid he really is? Or what is possessing him? I don't know whether to put him into a bear hug and hope it smothers him into sleep or toss him across the room and run for my life.
After all of that I know victory is right around the corner when he puckers up for his nap time kiss. All the violence ends and he becomes my sweet little boy again. His eyes close with his long eye lashes fluttering for the last time and he snuggles in. I know that I've finally won when his quiet little snore begins to tickle my shoulder. In that moment, and for the next two hours usually, it was all worth it.
There is no way around this fact. He turns into a high pitched wailing tornado around 4 pm if he hasn't been put down for a siesta. I mean a F5 on the Fujita scale, ultimate devastation! Our living room can go from spotless to thrashed in less than a half hour. I don't even know how its possible. He's only 19 months old, where did he learn these techniques.
So in order to combat these afternoon meltdowns we use the time honored tradition of the Nap. The only problem with this is he isn't a fan. If you catch him on those rare occasions he will take a Baba and snuggle into my chest and drift off to dreamland. More than likely its going to go down with more punches, kicks and blood than a UFC pay per view. The only advantage I have is size and determination.
He is a dirty fighter too! Some of his favorite moves are the eye gouge, nut kick, and head butt. All of these pale in comparison to his last ditch effort, The Entire Face Scratch! He takes his fingers (this is most effective if he needs his nails trimmed, which seems to be every other day) and uses my face as his personal blackboard digging and pulling all the way down. It is every bit as painful as your imagining right now, and more so because he loves to insert those blades into every opening they can find along the way. Bloody noses lips and blurred vision are usually accompanied with his naps.
These are the moments that I wonder whose kid he really is? Or what is possessing him? I don't know whether to put him into a bear hug and hope it smothers him into sleep or toss him across the room and run for my life.
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| This is the moment when it's all worth it, and I've won! |
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
F Morning Sickness
I'm in a foul mood over this pregnancy so far. And foul is not what the F in the title stands for.
With our first child Dani (love of my life) did get morning sickness or at least she was nauseated most of her waking hours. This time around it is crippling her. She is doing her best to get through each day, but she is sick to her stomach all of the time. To be perfectly honest this is BS! Doesn't she have to go through enough without adding nausea to the list, and not just a little here and there but constantly all day long. Speaking of that, why is it called "morning sickness," it lasts from her waking moments until she crashes at night. After seeing her going through all that she had to with our first kid I find it hard to believe that there are families that have more than one child.
For me this is probably one of the most difficult parts of pregnancy. Not only is there nothing I can do to make her feel better, but I am the cause of what is hurting her. Direct cause and effect. Tab A into slot B. You know, I don't think I need to go any further into it than that. I spend my life trying to spare my family pain and here I've caused her weeks of pain and suffering.
But in the end when I get to hold that new little bundle...I hope that Dani forgives me and says that it was all worth it. Otherwise...well then it all goes back to that first F.
With our first child Dani (love of my life) did get morning sickness or at least she was nauseated most of her waking hours. This time around it is crippling her. She is doing her best to get through each day, but she is sick to her stomach all of the time. To be perfectly honest this is BS! Doesn't she have to go through enough without adding nausea to the list, and not just a little here and there but constantly all day long. Speaking of that, why is it called "morning sickness," it lasts from her waking moments until she crashes at night. After seeing her going through all that she had to with our first kid I find it hard to believe that there are families that have more than one child.
For me this is probably one of the most difficult parts of pregnancy. Not only is there nothing I can do to make her feel better, but I am the cause of what is hurting her. Direct cause and effect. Tab A into slot B. You know, I don't think I need to go any further into it than that. I spend my life trying to spare my family pain and here I've caused her weeks of pain and suffering.
But in the end when I get to hold that new little bundle...I hope that Dani forgives me and says that it was all worth it. Otherwise...well then it all goes back to that first F.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monster-in-law and that question?
All married men have one of them. No matter what you do they lurk around, searching for a reason. A reason to invade and assault our children. I speak of the Mother-in-law. Those invading, instrusive, incessant monsters that trick you into thinking they are normal people right up until you slip a ring on their daughter's finger and they metamorphasize into baby hungry junkies fiending for a hit. And mine is their Queen.
Funny thing though? You give them what they ask for, and it only exacerbates the problem. They want more, more, more. "Two isn't enough. You guys need at least three." "Don't I make the cutest grandchildren?", and the focus of this "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"
Unlike most couples that have a choice in whether they find out the sex of their baby during the pregnancy I don't. I would have to take my Monster-in-law out. As in whacked. Swimming with the fishes. She can't help herself. I truly think that she obsesses over what our baby is going to be. I walked in on her the other day with my wife laid out on the couch twirling a string over her belly. According to her you can tell the sex by the way the string turns. She also wants us to find some water witching wands that can tell if it's a boy or a girl. She consults the Chinese birthing calendar daily in attempts to ensure that it is what she thinks it is. OBSESSED, I tell you.
And look out if you cross her path during a grandchild's pregnancy because she is going to make you pick a side, Boy or Girl. If you claim that you don't know she will grab you by the neck, throw you up against the wall and hold you on your tip toe's until you make a choice. I don't really know why she needs everyone to make this decision, but she does.
So in order to make my MIL happy I am going on the record...It's a girl. I have no doubt about this and have found it hard to think of boy names in the week that we've known. A few weeks from now I may be eating my words, but I have a strong inclination that we are having a daughter. Although I am just happy that our family is going to have a new member, boy or girl.
For those of you that may have been offended by my description of my Mother-in-law, you don't know her. Just kidding. She is on board and knows that I am going to be using parts of her personality in this blog. Truth is I do love her and I have one of the greatest MIL anyone could ask for. If she is guilty of anything it would be loving her grandchildren too much. That part of her being obsessed is all true, her reason for living really is those three (soon to be four) munchkins.
Funny thing though? You give them what they ask for, and it only exacerbates the problem. They want more, more, more. "Two isn't enough. You guys need at least three." "Don't I make the cutest grandchildren?", and the focus of this "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"
Unlike most couples that have a choice in whether they find out the sex of their baby during the pregnancy I don't. I would have to take my Monster-in-law out. As in whacked. Swimming with the fishes. She can't help herself. I truly think that she obsesses over what our baby is going to be. I walked in on her the other day with my wife laid out on the couch twirling a string over her belly. According to her you can tell the sex by the way the string turns. She also wants us to find some water witching wands that can tell if it's a boy or a girl. She consults the Chinese birthing calendar daily in attempts to ensure that it is what she thinks it is. OBSESSED, I tell you.
And look out if you cross her path during a grandchild's pregnancy because she is going to make you pick a side, Boy or Girl. If you claim that you don't know she will grab you by the neck, throw you up against the wall and hold you on your tip toe's until you make a choice. I don't really know why she needs everyone to make this decision, but she does.
So in order to make my MIL happy I am going on the record...It's a girl. I have no doubt about this and have found it hard to think of boy names in the week that we've known. A few weeks from now I may be eating my words, but I have a strong inclination that we are having a daughter. Although I am just happy that our family is going to have a new member, boy or girl.
For those of you that may have been offended by my description of my Mother-in-law, you don't know her. Just kidding. She is on board and knows that I am going to be using parts of her personality in this blog. Truth is I do love her and I have one of the greatest MIL anyone could ask for. If she is guilty of anything it would be loving her grandchildren too much. That part of her being obsessed is all true, her reason for living really is those three (soon to be four) munchkins.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Here we go again!!
A little background to get us started.
I am a 32 year old father of an 18 month old that is the light in my life. He confirmed that I was always meant to be a father. I am also head over heels for the love of my life. She has been the biggest gift I have ever received in life and makes me a better man every day. Needless to say I am a family man and very proud of it.
Now that thats established. Two days ago my wife peed in a cup and dipped a stick. Two lines popped up and now I'm expecting my second child in 9 months...give or take a month. Funny how everything in you life can change with a little pee pee.
The first time those little lines appeared I wasn't even awake for it. My wife calls me at work and blurts out over the phone that we're pregnant. I had to leave the station (I work for the local fire department) and go see the stick for myself. I'll never forget the joy and fear that consumed me when I laid eyes on those two little lines. I don't know the first thing about being a father. What am I going to do with a little person depending on me all the time??
So now here we are with a little man, and another one on the way. I became inspired to start this as a way to try and remember all the hilarious things that my little creatures come up with. There are so many things that my son has done that have had me rolling on the floor crying with laughter. The problem is that I'm already starting to lose track of all of them.
Such as this doozy...Earlier I was talking about my wife peeing in a cup for the preggo test dip stick. Seeking a second opinion she dipped a second test also, in a new cup, cause we wouldn't want any cross contamination. Now I want you to get the full visual of what I'm talking about here, anyone that has been to a kegger knows the cups that I'm talking about. They are tall, red and plastic. Typical beer guzzlers. The second test was positive, just like the first (and not just a little positive. Those lines popped up like neon in Vegas baby!!) and the wife and I were laying on our bed talking about the change that just slapped up across the face. I think we had just resigned that our Mexican vacation was probably out the window since it will be around our due date when my son comes walking out of our bathroom, with both beer/pee pee cups acting like he's double fisting at a Chico State rager! I couldn't jump up and catch him fast enough as he high tailed it down the hall acting like he had to down them before a cop would pour it out on the street.
Funny thing about the whole thing is that we never leave our bathroom doors open. We know that he'll get into anything that isn't nailed down or under lock and key, and sometimes he can even get past the lock. How do they do that!?
Anyhow, that's us. Visit to find out some of our latest hijinks and watch as I try to learn to be a Dad.
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I am a 32 year old father of an 18 month old that is the light in my life. He confirmed that I was always meant to be a father. I am also head over heels for the love of my life. She has been the biggest gift I have ever received in life and makes me a better man every day. Needless to say I am a family man and very proud of it.
Now that thats established. Two days ago my wife peed in a cup and dipped a stick. Two lines popped up and now I'm expecting my second child in 9 months...give or take a month. Funny how everything in you life can change with a little pee pee.
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| Life Changing |
So now here we are with a little man, and another one on the way. I became inspired to start this as a way to try and remember all the hilarious things that my little creatures come up with. There are so many things that my son has done that have had me rolling on the floor crying with laughter. The problem is that I'm already starting to lose track of all of them.
Such as this doozy...Earlier I was talking about my wife peeing in a cup for the preggo test dip stick. Seeking a second opinion she dipped a second test also, in a new cup, cause we wouldn't want any cross contamination. Now I want you to get the full visual of what I'm talking about here, anyone that has been to a kegger knows the cups that I'm talking about. They are tall, red and plastic. Typical beer guzzlers. The second test was positive, just like the first (and not just a little positive. Those lines popped up like neon in Vegas baby!!) and the wife and I were laying on our bed talking about the change that just slapped up across the face. I think we had just resigned that our Mexican vacation was probably out the window since it will be around our due date when my son comes walking out of our bathroom, with both beer/pee pee cups acting like he's double fisting at a Chico State rager! I couldn't jump up and catch him fast enough as he high tailed it down the hall acting like he had to down them before a cop would pour it out on the street.
Funny thing about the whole thing is that we never leave our bathroom doors open. We know that he'll get into anything that isn't nailed down or under lock and key, and sometimes he can even get past the lock. How do they do that!?
Anyhow, that's us. Visit to find out some of our latest hijinks and watch as I try to learn to be a Dad.
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