<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996</id><updated>2011-09-08T12:06:08.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Be Monsters</title><subtitle type='html'>beginnings of dad-dom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-3735484821307996389</id><published>2010-12-12T00:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:10:06.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3...2...1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haden is a parrot of everything we do now. Regardless of what we say we almost always here a high-pitched echo of it. He also has his own favorite phrases now as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;I often count down "3...2...1...BLASTOFF!!" and throw him into the air. He loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at dinner we hear "three...two...un...RAARAAAAAAH!" The funniest part is he proceeded to make the blastoff "thbththbthbthbthb!" that I always do as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. He's hilarious. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-3735484821307996389?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3735484821307996389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=3735484821307996389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3735484821307996389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3735484821307996389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/12/321.html' title='3...2...1...'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-9057381230181573297</id><published>2010-12-04T01:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:16:16.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday #2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haden had his second birthday party today! Everyone had a lot of fun! I will attempt to get some pictures and maybe even some video up. He's such a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-9057381230181573297?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/9057381230181573297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=9057381230181573297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/9057381230181573297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/9057381230181573297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-2.html' title='Birthday #2!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-7006523961068013493</id><published>2010-11-24T22:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:39:00.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Sentence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haden said his first sentence yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want applesauce." Clear as day. Man, is this kid smart or what?! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-7006523961068013493?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/7006523961068013493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=7006523961068013493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/7006523961068013493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/7006523961068013493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-sentence.html' title='First Sentence!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-7873623513742191040</id><published>2010-11-17T01:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T01:39:48.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse Riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haden finally learned how to ride on my back like a horse! It's tremendous fun for all, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid's gotta learn how to hang on better though, he keeps falling off. We're getting there though, and it is pretty funny to see him trying to balance on a moving person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Haden is doing very well learning his shapes and words and is even starting to say phrases! We're very, very proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenthood rocks. Yes, even when they're screaming. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-7873623513742191040?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/7873623513742191040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=7873623513742191040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/7873623513742191040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/7873623513742191040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/11/horse-riding.html' title='Horse Riding'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-7347267339539511352</id><published>2010-11-01T02:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T02:08:33.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just before we left for worship and trunk-or-treat tonight, Danielle discovered that I had drunk the last Capri Sun after telling Haden that he could have juice. When he realized that there was no juice to drink, he was, of course, not happy. In the car Danielle then proceeded to tell him (jokingly) that it was my fault that there wasn't any juice because I drank it all, not thinking he would put the whole thing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never received such a hurt and disgusted look from Haden in my entire life. I felt awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we stopped and got a big thing of apple juice which Danielle then let me give to Haden. I was forgiven, and all was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be more careful when blaming others for stuff now, the boy understands! lol :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-7347267339539511352?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/7347267339539511352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=7347267339539511352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/7347267339539511352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/7347267339539511352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/11/blame.html' title='Blame'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-4025076769686152823</id><published>2010-10-28T21:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:31:47.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The other day we were using the toaster oven, and without anyplace else to put it on the counter it ended up right near the edge. Naturally Haden got in trouble for trying to touch it. After reaching for it Danielle told him "Haden! Don't touch that it's hot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found him a few minutes later blowing up at it like he blows on his food to cool it off. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-4025076769686152823?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/4025076769686152823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=4025076769686152823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4025076769686152823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4025076769686152823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/10/hot.html' title='Hot!!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-757991042737098808</id><published>2010-10-27T23:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:50:47.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prankster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haden pulled his first prank a few days ago, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took Danielle's giant water bottle and ran behind the couch with it, and sat back there giggling for a little bit. We didn't think much of it, just that maybe he thought he was being all sneaky hiding with her water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon when she took a drink from it she got a mouth full of apple bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love little boys. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-757991042737098808?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/757991042737098808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=757991042737098808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/757991042737098808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/757991042737098808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/10/prankster.html' title='Prankster'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-2223351001902103946</id><published>2010-10-25T23:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:33:42.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spitting, oh noes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haden seems to have an issue with spitting. For some reason spitting is the one thing he cannot resist doing. He gets time out, smacked on the hand, cups taken away, you name it. And every time he gets punished he acts like it's the first time it's ever happened. *sigh...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of funny though, because it shows he's got guts. He knows what's coming, and sometimes he's openly defiant about his spitting. But you know a kid is an individual with guts when they look at you, think for a second, and do what they want anyway. Not that I'm promoting rebelliousness, but I'd much rather have a child who thinks for himself than a cookie cutter kid. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the punishments will continue, and hopefully one day we won't have to scrub milk out of the carpet anymore, but until then I'll grin and bear it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-2223351001902103946?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/2223351001902103946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=2223351001902103946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2223351001902103946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2223351001902103946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/10/spitting-oh-noes.html' title='Spitting, oh noes!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-622934527684093189</id><published>2010-10-23T01:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:56:21.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;long time without posting again! things got busy, sorry. in other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats kellen and lela on the boy!! they're totally fun, extremely energetic, and will destroy your house if you let them. it's worth it though. they really are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haden has been doing really well. he's talking and has several words and even occasionally some phrases. think i'm going to make a list and post them sometime. he also likes us to read to him now! yey! we've been trying to get him to sit still for books but he never would until just recently, so we're very excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all for now. have a good day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-622934527684093189?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/622934527684093189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=622934527684093189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/622934527684093189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/622934527684093189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/10/ack.html' title='ack!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-6221672721509825977</id><published>2010-10-11T02:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T02:20:25.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone Posts Working!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/TLK5xDELifI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vHqVZ5xB9zs/s1600/IMG_0073-780297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/TLK5xDELifI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vHqVZ5xB9zs/s320/IMG_0073-780297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526683945024588274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got blogger to accept posts from my phone!! Woohoo!!(Though the pictures look a little funny) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-6221672721509825977?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/6221672721509825977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=6221672721509825977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6221672721509825977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6221672721509825977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-got-blogger-to-accept-posts-from.html' title='iPhone Posts Working!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/TLK5xDELifI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vHqVZ5xB9zs/s72-c/IMG_0073-780297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-8243943504153972615</id><published>2010-10-11T01:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T01:51:36.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck-E-Cheez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/TLKz8SVFJXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Oie5r3Wmr_Q/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/TLKz8SVFJXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Oie5r3Wmr_Q/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526677541030798706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went to Chuck-E-Cheez yesterday for our nephew's birthday. It was insane. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though, we did have fun, and played games for tickets (which we forgot to spend) and ate pizza and did presents and everything. Haden wasn't quite sure what to make of the  giant rat in the picture, but he didn't seem to mind it either. Overall, a good time was had by everyone and we eventually had to leave once Haden got stimulation overload. He went crazy and the second we walked outside he was calm and happy again. Guess there's only so much a little mind can take at once. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-8243943504153972615?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8243943504153972615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=8243943504153972615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8243943504153972615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8243943504153972615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/10/chuck-e-cheez.html' title='Chuck-E-Cheez'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/TLKz8SVFJXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Oie5r3Wmr_Q/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-6905082451791783199</id><published>2010-10-03T01:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T01:50:50.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/TLKzwD2XCCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rzvd-CzL8DY/s1600/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/TLKzwD2XCCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rzvd-CzL8DY/s400/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526677330985420834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the Texas Ranch History Museum. It was a blast! We walked around and saw a lot of old houses and things that people used to live back in the 18-1900's. It was an outside museum too, with concrete sidewalks going everywhere in a circuit so you could follow the history as it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we took pictures next to a GINORMOUS steam-powered train too! It was way fun! (I'll try to post a pic later). :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-6905082451791783199?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/6905082451791783199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=6905082451791783199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6905082451791783199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6905082451791783199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/10/texas-history.html' title='Texas History'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/TLKzwD2XCCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rzvd-CzL8DY/s72-c/photo%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-1941258530492141800</id><published>2010-09-28T19:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:23:27.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haden had his own ice cream cone today! On our walk we stopped by the ice cream shop and it was fun! He did get awfully sticky though, so he had to get wiped down afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on the way back I got bit by a 10-pound shitzu. Who's owners were the owners of a Bible book store. Seriously. Ridiculous. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-1941258530492141800?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/1941258530492141800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=1941258530492141800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/1941258530492141800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/1941258530492141800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/09/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-5331959450422360847</id><published>2010-09-22T00:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:36:37.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Via Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;From my wife's Facebook status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"To be fair, I told Haden not to spit his juice on the floor. I said nothing about the trash can. Well played Haden, well played."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice that we have a smart, fun, lively boy. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants boring anyways? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live boys being boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-5331959450422360847?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/5331959450422360847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=5331959450422360847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5331959450422360847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5331959450422360847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/09/via-mommy.html' title='Via Mommy'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-1984343882200126450</id><published>2010-09-15T23:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:46:43.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haden got his first real big boy haircut yesterday! He looks very handsome. I'll try and post a pic soon. Other than that, I'm still stick (blarg!) but I did manage to make it through 3/4 of school today and give my sermon for lab, so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that things are pretty slow here. The grandparent's on D's side are here from this afternoon through early Sunday morning, so it should be fun having the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's been a long day, so I'm outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-1984343882200126450?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/1984343882200126450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=1984343882200126450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/1984343882200126450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/1984343882200126450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/09/haircut.html' title='Haircut!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-6223562863092915562</id><published>2010-09-13T23:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:43:38.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh, sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So we spent most of the weekend wondering if it was Haden or Danielle who was going to get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning only to realize that the only one we weren't worried about (me), got sick. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haden colored a pretty picture for me though, and while it didn't make me unsick it did make me feel better. He colored the whole page in washable marker, and it now resides on my office door, making me feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Thank you D for helping him color. I also love being a husband. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-6223562863092915562?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/6223562863092915562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=6223562863092915562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6223562863092915562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6223562863092915562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/09/urgh-sick.html' title='Urgh, sick...'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-1868370720826776473</id><published>2010-09-10T02:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T02:07:17.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;New look! Hope you like it! I think it's a bit easier to read. Plus, the picture slide-shows actually fit! Woohoo! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-1868370720826776473?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/1868370720826776473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=1868370720826776473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/1868370720826776473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/1868370720826776473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-look.html' title='New Look!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-4580512280988233943</id><published>2010-09-10T01:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T01:56:38.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haden and mama both got their flu shots today. They then both proceeded to pass out from 1PM - 4PM. Like momma like baby I guess, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to a jump park, which Haden didn't enjoy quite as much as I was hoping he would. Think he's still just a tad too little to be able to really get it.  All well, wait a while and we'll try again. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-4580512280988233943?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/4580512280988233943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=4580512280988233943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4580512280988233943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4580512280988233943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/09/shots.html' title='Shots!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-5865659977359285610</id><published>2010-09-08T00:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:06:35.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haden went swimming today, and had a blast! The water   was pretty cold though and he turned a little blue. Some quality time   with mama warmed him right back up though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, and he is picking out flash cards that you call out, he's so smart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI4MzkyMjIxNTM1OSZwdD*xMjgzOTIyMjQ1OTg2JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*zNjAzNzFkODYyNWI*/ZmEwYWJiMDJkOWY1YmE4MjJjYiZvZj*w.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf" flashvars="rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed696.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fvv323%2Fyokumo%2FPool%2520Day%25209-7-2010%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s696.photobucket.com/albums/vv323/yokumo/Pool%20Day%209-7-2010/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-5865659977359285610?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/5865659977359285610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=5865659977359285610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5865659977359285610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5865659977359285610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='Swimming!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-5571183239142796092</id><published>2010-09-04T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:46:18.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanuts! Oh noes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We tried out peanuts with Haden today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately he got a rash around his mouth, so no more for him. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week is research week. That means while I don't have to be IN school, I have a ton of stuff to do. Hopefully my back spasms will stop so we can also get some playtime in, yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-5571183239142796092?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/5571183239142796092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=5571183239142796092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5571183239142796092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5571183239142796092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/09/peanuts-oh-noes.html' title='Peanuts! Oh noes!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-5166131057343663680</id><published>2010-09-01T01:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T01:52:16.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Castles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday I built Haden a fort out of a partial baby cage, a quilt, and the edge of the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then it has become one of his favorite place to run into, crawl around, and take things into it that are surely too big to be in there comfortably. It's way fun though! Kinda makes me want to make one big enough for me to play in as well... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-5166131057343663680?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/5166131057343663680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=5166131057343663680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5166131057343663680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5166131057343663680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/09/castles.html' title='Castles'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-5440203644108872228</id><published>2010-08-29T01:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T01:50:07.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Twos?!?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over the last few days Haden has been on the warpath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think it has to do with his molars + the realization that he can be willful. In any case, hopefully the ensuing crackdowns will put a quick stop to it in the c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oming weeks/days/hours. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture from when he was just a little baby about sums it up. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/THoCi1NHmzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BlcJ1vDoNf4/s1600/haden+angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/THoCi1NHmzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BlcJ1vDoNf4/s400/haden+angry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510719891462134578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-5440203644108872228?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/5440203644108872228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=5440203644108872228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5440203644108872228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5440203644108872228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/08/terrible-twos.html' title='Terrible Twos?!?!!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/THoCi1NHmzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BlcJ1vDoNf4/s72-c/haden+angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-4931437061789399030</id><published>2010-08-28T01:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T01:27:23.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Format</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alright, I think I may have found what keeps me from writing on this.  Instead of thinking up some big topic and everything that goes with that, this blog is now being revamped into whatever funny little things happen and whatever pictures we happen to take as time goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in general, things will be shorter, and hopefully updated way, way more often. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haden is hilarious. He is constantly babbling jokes to us, then laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loves the Wiggles. No matter how angry or crazy he gets, you can turn it on, and it chills him out. (We don't use it all the time, we don't want it to lose it's power, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for tonight. Have a good one! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-4931437061789399030?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/4931437061789399030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=4931437061789399030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4931437061789399030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4931437061789399030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-format.html' title='New Format'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-5098167165771874744</id><published>2010-01-31T00:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:28:26.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2NDkxOTIzMzU4NiZwdD*xMjY*OTE5MjY*NDk1JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1jNTA4MzRiYzU1YTE*/ZWQxYjVjYjU4YjM5YmU1M2MwOCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf" flashvars="rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed696.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fvv323%2Fyokumo%2FSnow%2520-%25201-31-2009%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s696.photobucket.com/albums/vv323/yokumo/Snow%20-%201-31-2009/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I apologize for the lack of anything here lately. Pictures? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-5098167165771874744?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/5098167165771874744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=5098167165771874744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5098167165771874744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5098167165771874744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-5446116754204516194</id><published>2009-12-25T01:01:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:43:06.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas the Night Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,&lt;br /&gt;one creature was stirring; just me, not the spouse.&lt;br /&gt;The stockings were hung, the presents were wrapped,&lt;br /&gt;the baby was sleeping, and so was the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster was snuggled, all warm in his bed,&lt;br /&gt;as bottles of milk, surely danced in his head.&lt;br /&gt;Little Kitty in her PJ's, and me in my own,&lt;br /&gt;her sleeping, I waking, shivering of cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When out on the windows, there arose such a clatter,&lt;br /&gt;I wondered to myself "Such wind, how it batters!"&lt;br /&gt;Yet towards the window I went anyway,&lt;br /&gt;to look at the end of this cold winter's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I sat thinking, a noise filled the air!&lt;br /&gt;The baby was screaming, and I soon was there.&lt;br /&gt;And just as I had gotten him to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;came the jingling of bells, and his waking from dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stirred! It was close! Then he fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Santa would live, I would give him no grief.&lt;br /&gt;And then, ever faintly, I heard a faint voice,&lt;br /&gt;Calling the names of small girls and boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now Haden, now Jacey, now Aubrey, now Jensen!&lt;br /&gt;and Alex and Evan and Jackson and all kids!&lt;br /&gt;You've been good boys and girls, so presents for all!&lt;br /&gt;To dash with and play with and have fun through fall!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he shot to each roof and through each chimney he went,&lt;br /&gt;and for those without, he went through the vent.&lt;br /&gt;For each little child he dropped lots of toys,&lt;br /&gt;and from each these, received his own joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on the roof oh! What did I hear?&lt;br /&gt;but the pawing and prancing of eight reindeer!&lt;br /&gt;So I peeked down the stairs, in a ninja-like way,&lt;br /&gt;and saw old man Santa (trailing some hay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was dressed all in fur, and PETA was mad,&lt;br /&gt;for Santa had never been a part of their fad.&lt;br /&gt;And the bundle of toys that he had on his back,&lt;br /&gt;now beeped and whirred and glowed and zapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not like the old days," he said with a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;"Every year those elves have to learn a new craft!&lt;br /&gt;Electronics and gizmos and gadgets and such,&lt;br /&gt;Why back in my day, our toys weren't so much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as he lit up his pipe his eyes twinkled and shone,&lt;br /&gt;and he grinned and he giggled and then he bellowed.&lt;br /&gt;"No, kids these days, they're sure not the same,&lt;br /&gt;but one thing's not changed, they believe in my sleigh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I couldn't help but chime, "Santa how can you say?&lt;br /&gt;That though things have changed they are so much the same?"&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned and he laughed and he said "Dear old lad,&lt;br /&gt;you once came to think that I was your dad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yet here I stand, and just plain as day,&lt;br /&gt;you can see me and touch me, and even this hay!&lt;br /&gt;I never really left, my spirit lives on,&lt;br /&gt;it's how we teach our kids dreams and so on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So remember this night, oh young little dad,&lt;br /&gt;and teach your young boy to give and be glad!"&lt;br /&gt;Then he twinkled and hopped, and went out of site,&lt;br /&gt;and I heard him take off, I saw him take flight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off like a rocket so fast he did go,&lt;br /&gt;and falling behind him came flakes of snow.&lt;br /&gt;And I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-5446116754204516194?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/5446116754204516194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=5446116754204516194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5446116754204516194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5446116754204516194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/12/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='&apos;Twas the Night Before Christmas'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-7049769376946186325</id><published>2009-11-09T01:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:12:56.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I will post again, promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will make a post here soon. Moving + Classes + Homework + Baby + Family = Destruction of my blogging ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As penance, please accept the following pictures of cuteness. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SvfO40iVsXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VUolER-wb-U/s1600-h/11-8-09-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SvfO40iVsXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VUolER-wb-U/s400/11-8-09-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402013753624867186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SvfO0tmM1BI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-JhtKWaxPsI/s1600-h/11-8-09-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SvfO0tmM1BI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-JhtKWaxPsI/s400/11-8-09-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402013683042538514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SvfO0ayIYQI/AAAAAAAAANw/SaN3PcqUP_g/s1600-h/11-8-09-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SvfO0ayIYQI/AAAAAAAAANw/SaN3PcqUP_g/s400/11-8-09-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402013677992304898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SvfO0SsBA5I/AAAAAAAAANo/Vs_KvJxcjKs/s1600-h/11-8-09-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SvfO0SsBA5I/AAAAAAAAANo/Vs_KvJxcjKs/s400/11-8-09-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402013675819172754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SvfO0BFB2ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/ioIosR4xAcU/s1600-h/11-8-09-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SvfO0BFB2ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/ioIosR4xAcU/s400/11-8-09-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402013671092246930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SvfO0LdbPVI/AAAAAAAAANY/h73b8708Kh8/s1600-h/11-8-09-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SvfO0LdbPVI/AAAAAAAAANY/h73b8708Kh8/s400/11-8-09-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402013673878928722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will make a post here soon. Moving + Classes + Homework + Baby + Family = Destruction of my blogging ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As penance, please accept the following pictures of cuteness. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-7049769376946186325?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/7049769376946186325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=7049769376946186325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/7049769376946186325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/7049769376946186325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-post-again-promise.html' title='I will post again, promise'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SvfO40iVsXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VUolER-wb-U/s72-c/11-8-09-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-2837188750266871342</id><published>2009-09-29T22:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:58:40.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry it's been a while since I last wrote. Things have been really busy with tests and papers and all that good stuff. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Monster is doing well. He continues to grow, play, squeal, and scream (mostly when you're trying to change him). And he also did something REALLY exciting that I missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Fuddrucker's for lunch with several people from church, and our order was called, so naturally I went off to get it.  As soon as I left, the Monster looks around the restaurant with a confused look on his face, and says "Dada?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasted burgers, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah! I officially have a name, even if he does say it at the most inopportune times. That's exciting. I'm pretty sure "Mama" is coming soon. He definitely knows who his mama is, we just haven't heard him use it yet. He's growing crazy fast now too. There are now 5 fangs, the better to bite you with, and he's in the 90th percentile in length/height, and the 30th percentile in weight. You wouldn't know he was in the bottom 1/2 of the weight percentages though, the kid's pretty thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about the Little Monster. Now for my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the Little Kitty and I celebrated our 2 year anniversary. We actually celebrated it on Saturday with a movie, steak dinner, and the all-important baby-sitting friends. It was a lot of fun. These past 2 years have been amazing. Not always easy, and sometimes very complicated, but amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is as kind, loving, caring, smart, witty, sarcastic, funny, and organized as I could ever wish for. She truly is such a huge portion of my heart, my life, and she is my own little love story in this shattered, broken world. To my dearest on this tier of life, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll end with that. To say more seems silly. Simple, uncomplicated words seem best for a life that is, when it really comes down to it, simple and uncomplicated. There is love here, and that is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-2837188750266871342?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/2837188750266871342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=2837188750266871342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2837188750266871342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2837188750266871342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-1841338921037387740</id><published>2009-09-08T23:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:27:39.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Conductor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SqcraeXe2VI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xgNUxkQs_Jc/s1600-h/Haden+Conductor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SqcraeXe2VI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xgNUxkQs_Jc/s400/Haden+Conductor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379316013745494354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was the Little Monster on Sunday.  The hat didn't last long, but I did manage to snap this picture of him.  As an example of how he has developed over the last week, let me tell you a little story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a fun new game the Monster likes to play, and it involves crawling off towards his room, opening the doors, going in, and shutting the doors so he can play.  Now personally, I didn't think that started for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; another 13 years, but them's the breaks I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few days ago, the wifey was watching him do this (as we always do, you take your eyes off that kid for a second and he's ramming his head into somethin'), and after he got into his room, she asked him if he wanted to come back over to momma.  His response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shut the door and went off playing with the springy doorstop behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't tell that story without laughing about it.  Here we are, so sure that we know his personality, and he pulls things like this.  It's really fun to keep discovering things about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another development with the Little Monster is the growth of his Little Fangs on top.  His lower fangs came in a while back but now the top ones are broken through and trying to get bigger. He does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; appreciate this, which makes him a rather irritable Monster.  So we bust out the Ora-jel (man that stuff works!  even when you're just getting the excess off your fingers by licking it off), and the baby Tylenol.  These two objects, often combined, soothes the Little Monster enough that he doesn't become the Raging Monster of Doom and Screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's pretty much the last week in a nutshell.  It still strikes me at times, when I see him (often when he's sleeping on the Little Kitty), just how blessed I am and how much I love my wife and child.  Its shocking, really, like how a bolt of lightening hits a transformer and erupts into sparks and balls of energy and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amazing thing, this life we've been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-1841338921037387740?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/1841338921037387740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=1841338921037387740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/1841338921037387740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/1841338921037387740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-conductor.html' title='Mr. Conductor'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SqcraeXe2VI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xgNUxkQs_Jc/s72-c/Haden+Conductor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-4509257973360276355</id><published>2009-09-03T00:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:35:20.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry about the delay this week.  I had a test today that I had to really study for (pretty sure I did well on it too!).  Anyways, back to our story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Monster has reached a new point in development, as of today.  HE WALKS!!  Well, kind of.  He walks along the couch now!  He has no balance whatsoever when he's not holding onto something, but he can move around even more now (which has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; both good and bad implications)!  Furthermore, he's l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;earned how to open the doors into his room (they're french doors without any latching mechanisms).  Things are really getting fun to watch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he also did something to me that I really enjoyed.  Usually when he wants me he'll crawl over to me and kind of hit my feet or legs with his hands.  Today, however, he crawled over, and climbed up my leg so he was standing while holding onto my pant leg.  It's a small thing, to be sure, but I'm definitely excited and proud of the little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude with this part of the story, I expect him to be doing this in the next couple of months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sp9VX1RMc-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/sNzGNIfaIE0/s1600-h/godzilla_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sp9VX1RMc-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/sNzGNIfaIE0/s400/godzilla_bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377110348028212194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In other news, school is going fairly well, and life has been good.  We have a "research week" next week, in which we don't have to attend classes.  The flip side to this is that I have something like 2 papers, a book report, and 2 or 3 midterm exams the week after that, which means I'm going to be extremely busy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's probably time to wrap up this sadly short blog entry.  I still have some homework to do before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-4509257973360276355?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/4509257973360276355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=4509257973360276355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4509257973360276355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4509257973360276355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/09/weeeee.html' title='Weeeee!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sp9VX1RMc-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/sNzGNIfaIE0/s72-c/godzilla_bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-7879810454140776369</id><published>2009-08-31T23:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:31:47.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Delay</title><content type='html'>Sorry, but I'm going to have to delay this post until tomorrow night.  Big test coming up and gotta prepare for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-7879810454140776369?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/7879810454140776369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=7879810454140776369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/7879810454140776369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/7879810454140776369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/08/delay.html' title='Delay'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-233245202723382846</id><published>2009-08-26T00:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:47:26.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SpTJUQE67TI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Q_Y4ySR2XAk/s1600-h/Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SpTJUQE67TI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Q_Y4ySR2XAk/s400/Hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374141605110017330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Little Monster has been very busy as of late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy being AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, he crawls, he laughs, he's getting a personality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's becoming a boy!  Oh noes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really weird seeing this happen.  Just the other day we had brought him home, and he was so tiny I was half scared that I would break him in half when I changed his clothes.  He seemed so frail, so absolutely in need of us that we would never be able to look away for more than a second*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I toss him in the air like a rag doll, splash water in his face in the bath, and throw stuffed animals at his head.  I do this all, of course, to see him smile and hear his laugh, and I'm realizing what people that had kids before me meant when they said that there isn't a better sound than your child's laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Monster is, of course, also in to everything.  I'm about to be convinced that the fireplace and objects with sharp corners have a gravitational pull for babies.  I remember anxiously waiting the day when the Monster would be able to play and crawl and all that good stuff, and now that it's here I almost don't know what to do with him sometimes.  So I let him crawl on me, chew on me, and bury him in his box of toys or trap him under the hamper.  It's fun times, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Monster is transitioning, ever slowly yet at Warp 9, from a tiny, helpless baby into a functioning little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited and ready to see what he'll become, but you know, I'll take him just like he is for the little while longer that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the good times roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Of course, at this time, he was also kind of boring, being as he did nothing but eat, sleep, and poo (which gets old faster than you think, believe it or not, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-233245202723382846?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/233245202723382846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=233245202723382846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/233245202723382846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/233245202723382846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/08/becoming-boy.html' title='Becoming a Boy'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SpTJUQE67TI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Q_Y4ySR2XAk/s72-c/Hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-5261987382081041920</id><published>2009-08-25T01:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:59:11.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Late for Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry about missing last week.  I had to get some school stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I apologize for there not being a post tonight, as I had to finish writing my paper about the purpose of Jesus' ministry as told in Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I should have time to get a post up, but as it is it's 2AM, which means it's bed-time for bonzo, as Dad used to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-5261987382081041920?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/5261987382081041920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=5261987382081041920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5261987382081041920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5261987382081041920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-late-for-tonight.html' title='Too Late for Tonight'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-7910466599577998881</id><published>2009-08-10T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:23:48.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Day! 8-1-2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*OTk2MDg1MDQ1NSZwdD*xMjQ5OTYwODc3MzMwJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1hM2QxZmI4N2MzM2E*OTU1OWU1OGNiODk3MjJiZmU*MCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.photobucket.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf?rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed696.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fvv323%2Fyokumo%2FPicture%2520Day%25208-1-2009%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s696.photobucket.com/albums/vv323/yokumo/Picture%20Day%208-1-2009/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's just so cute, I couldn't resist.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-7910466599577998881?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/7910466599577998881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=7910466599577998881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/7910466599577998881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/7910466599577998881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='Picture Day! 8-1-2009'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-3133419247495734215</id><published>2009-08-03T22:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:34:45.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAMMO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All was quiet in the Kemp household this morning.  The couches were sat upon, the child playing on the floor as the TV quietly spoke of the goings-on in the world of some comedy show, and all were relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key word here is "were".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, from the other side of the couch, came a THUNK, followed by an otherworldly wailing and gnashing of...well...mostly gums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the Little Monster managed to find the one unprotected corner in the entire house that he could get to, and proceeded to bash his face into it.  The results were as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sneqehy7TUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7X45P1uzrjQ/s1600-h/Haden+Goose+Egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sneqehy7TUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7X45P1uzrjQ/s400/Haden+Goose+Egg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365944922480004418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That red bump just above the Little Monster's right eye is, as you may have guessed, a goose egg.  The Little Kitty felt terrible.  She had looked away for just a couple of seconds and he managed to smash his face.  Note: This picture was taken after we cheered him back up, which took all of about 30 seconds.  He's tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit though, as a father, it's kind of a proud moment for him to get his first goose egg.  Now I'm not happy that he hurt himself, not in the least, but it shows that our baby is turning into a Real Boy, and that Real Boy will one day undoubtedly do dangerous things, during which he will hurt himself worse, which will help turn him into a Real Man.  So while, yes, it is sad that he hurt himself, it's also another step in his growth and development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, the bump went away within a couple of hours.  Like I said, he's tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I am also starting another blog chronicling our adventures at the Sunset International Bible Institute called Into the Sunset.  I will be updating that one at the same that I do this blog, so if you're interested you can head on over there as well.  The link is over on the right with the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one and remember, watch those corners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-3133419247495734215?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3133419247495734215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=3133419247495734215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3133419247495734215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3133419247495734215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/08/blammo.html' title='BLAMMO!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sneqehy7TUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7X45P1uzrjQ/s72-c/Haden+Goose+Egg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-6829988885671245173</id><published>2009-07-27T22:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:35:15.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Good Times Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sm5tXgmCopI/AAAAAAAAALU/MpwxkxhOFJo/s1600-h/IMG_1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sm5tXgmCopI/AAAAAAAAALU/MpwxkxhOFJo/s400/IMG_1836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344456898749074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I seem to be learning that even when Life is difficult, Life is still, at the basic level, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Little Monster teething now, he's been getting earaches, and the occasional low-grade fever.  On top of this, he's slowed down his feeding because he enjoys chewing on the bottle more than eating it, and he also enjoys pulling people's hair, munching on things he shouldn't, and and screaming bloody murder when we put him down for his naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, he enjoys spending time with mommy and me, looking at us with his Big Blues and smiling so big you can't help but return it.  He now will look at you, go "Bahbahbahbahbah!!!", and then give you a look as if to say "Well, I told you what I wanted, can't you understand me?".  The Little Monster enjoys being thrown up (small amounts) in the air, tickled, taken outside, and run around like an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that with every difficult situation we can find it's opposite.  There are sometimes a lot of setbacks like messed up feedings, worrying about if he's actually OK from smashing his head on the wall (because, obviously, it should move out of the way, come on now), and making sure that the occasional scream-fest is more tooth-pain related than him getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because for each moment like that, you get moments like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sm5vkOFjvoI/AAAAAAAAALc/JwWtmhGKs5c/s1600-h/IMG_1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sm5vkOFjvoI/AAAAAAAAALc/JwWtmhGKs5c/s400/IMG_1831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363346874292223618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sm5w8_9YnYI/AAAAAAAAALk/HMnBZ38ikbQ/s1600-h/IMG_1832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sm5w8_9YnYI/AAAAAAAAALk/HMnBZ38ikbQ/s400/IMG_1832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363348399508200834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And of course this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sm5xHNpbjTI/AAAAAAAAALs/e2ksiAEX5ws/s1600-h/IMG_1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sm5xHNpbjTI/AAAAAAAAALs/e2ksiAEX5ws/s400/IMG_1624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363348574981295410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes, there are things in life that can and will be difficult and even seemingly impossible, baby or no baby.  But it's something worth fighting for.  Because there are so many moments made possible by us surging through whatever comes against us that the struggles we face are made unimportant when compared to the rewards we get by making it to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that this is a place to remind ourselves that God is good, and that He will help us and be our strength when we need it and we ask it of Him.  Life, at the basic level, is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the Good Times Roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-6829988885671245173?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/6829988885671245173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=6829988885671245173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6829988885671245173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6829988885671245173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-good-times-roll.html' title='Let the Good Times Roll'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sm5tXgmCopI/AAAAAAAAALU/MpwxkxhOFJo/s72-c/IMG_1836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-5392222777792124147</id><published>2009-07-16T16:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:54:54.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haden Balboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sl-eQT35lWI/AAAAAAAAALE/JujOEAzhW0U/s1600-h/haden+black+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sl-eQT35lWI/AAAAAAAAALE/JujOEAzhW0U/s400/haden+black+eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359176084644009314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, it finally happened.  Haden had an encounter with a bucket, and the bucket won.  Apparently he tried to pull himself onto the bucket to chew on it, when he slipped off and wacked himself in the face.  This all occurred during a diaper change, so this battle was done in the buff, and mommy was forced to comfort him until he calmed down before said diaper change could be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family have all been out of town.  We went to the Barking Donkey's (my parent's) for the fourth of July, and afterwards the Little Kitty and Monster went to Young Nani's (her parent's), while I went to Austin to help out with our old church's Jr. High camp.   Everyone had a good time, and camp went well.  Overall, it was a very successful couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, on the way to the Barking Donkey's we had a droolfest and then a first tooth!  The next week, there was a second tooth ready to surface (which is being stubborn and hasn't broken through yet).  It's all very exciting news, and I would love to have a picture of it, but it's proven a Herculean task so far to get a picture inside his mouth, because he won't keep it open for you to and freaks out when you try to open it yourself.  So if I manage to get a picture, I'll post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Monster is also in the beginning stages of crawling!  He rocks back and forth and does the caterpillar crawl, and in the next couple of weeks I believe he'll be in full go-mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all the news for now.  Life is good and things are exciting!  All of our out-of-town plans are done, so things should go back to pretty normal until school begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week and we'll see you again later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-5392222777792124147?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/5392222777792124147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=5392222777792124147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5392222777792124147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5392222777792124147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/07/haden-balboa.html' title='Haden Balboa'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/Sl-eQT35lWI/AAAAAAAAALE/JujOEAzhW0U/s72-c/haden+black+eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-4660593256554546359</id><published>2009-07-14T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:57:42.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Apologies for the lack of posts the last week and a half.  We've been out of town and haven't been able to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll have a new one up tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-4660593256554546359?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/4660593256554546359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=4660593256554546359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4660593256554546359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4660593256554546359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-in-action.html' title='Back in Action'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-2285770470563495847</id><published>2009-06-24T23:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T03:21:59.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah | Family News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard the song Hallelujah written by Leonard Cohen, you're missing out, really.  Go listen to it, like now, on YouTube or somethin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite lines from the song is "Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's victory comes from it's permanence. It stems from it's unceasing devotion to that which it is given.  Love itself is not the victory march.  It will lead us to victory, if we let it, but love is more than the warm feelings and fuzzy bunnies.  I think that true love, the kind of love that we show our spouses, our children, and our families, the kind of love that God shows us, is so much deeper than that.  It's the love that caused the Christ, the Son of the Most High, to become that cold and broken hallelujah, and to do it willingly, and with what I believe is joy to be able to show our fallen race how much He loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haden is doing great.  He's got the flop-crawl thing going, which can be pretty funny.  He can turn in circles but can't crawl forwards yet, and he's learned a new bladder control trick where he saves up all the pee he can and let's it all go in one diaper.  Yeah...babies are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you haven't seen it already, scroll down to the post below this one.  We had a mini photo day, and those were the better ones that came out of it.  Sometime coming up we're gonna have individual portrait day, so when we do that those pictures will be up as well (I love taking pictures, it really is way fun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different topic, the fan on my video card broke, so I have to send it in to get it repaired and replaced.  This means probably a week or 2 with gimped computer, which makes me sad and slightly irritated, but that's life I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the Little Kitty is doing pretty well.  Man I love her.  She's a very calming presence for the Little Monster.  It seems that I've kind of turned into a big toy for him, but when he wants the better things in life (comfort, support, a place to nap), she's the one he's yelping (yes, yelping!) for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for a 2 part post I think this is probably enough to write about.  Everyone be safe out there and remember who you are and whose you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-2285770470563495847?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/2285770470563495847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=2285770470563495847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2285770470563495847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2285770470563495847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/06/placeholder.html' title='Hallelujah | Family News'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-6758486413629340168</id><published>2009-06-23T16:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:02:34.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NTc5MDgyNTIzNyZwdD*xMjQ1NzkwOTE1MzQ3JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*1MDRiODI1OGRmYzU*ZTAzYWY1ODI5OGViOTc3Y2FkYSZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.photobucket.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf?rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed696.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fvv323%2Fyokumo%2FPicture%2520Day%25206-23-2009%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s696.photobucket.com/albums/vv323/yokumo/Picture%20Day%206-23-2009/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-6758486413629340168?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/6758486413629340168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=6758486413629340168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6758486413629340168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6758486413629340168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Picture Day!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-684622100930568094</id><published>2009-06-18T01:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:28:49.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Maelstrom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before we begin, allow me to apologize for not writing for the last 6 months.  It's no excuse, but it's been a crazy blur with getting used to the Little Monster, as well as several other factors which will be discussed shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, however, things will be different.  There will be a schedule (gasp!), which will probably be a post every Wednesday late-night / early Thursday morning.  I figure if I set aside a specific time to do this, then I'll likely be able to keep up with it.  So anyway, on with the (massively long) update on our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February, my new exciting position in the Marketing department of a large oil company was downsized during a Series of Unfortunate Events (a.k.a. wide-scale corporate downsizing).  This presented the crew with a choice.  I could get a new job somewhere else, work my way up again, and continue down that path, or I could change direction and do something that had been on my mind for the last 6 or 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose to change the direction of the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much soul searching, praying, and research, I decided (with the Little Kitty on board, of course), to go into ministry, specifically youth and family ministry (I can post the details of it later, but this post is more of a general overview of where we are now).  So the crew has moved to Lubbock, TX, where I will Lord willing be attending the Sunset International Bible Institute with a focus on Youth and Family ministry.  This is not to say that, should I feel compelled to do so, I cannot switch to another type of ministry, but right now this is where I feel the call to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the ship sailed, and grew as well!  If of course, you consider the ship to be our home, and the whole sailing thing our move.  Our new home is so much larger than our tiny apartment back in Austin.  We actually have room to put things, room for the Little Monster to play, and even room to keep the place clean!  Please don't ask why I'm on an "Out at Sea" theme tonight, as I have no idea, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special props by the way to my big little brother and dad for helping us move everything and get it unpacked.  Also, props to everyone who helped us load and/or unload the storage unit so we could get everything here.  We love all of you, and miss you greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Monster has gotten a lot bigger as well.  He now weighs nearly a whopping 16 pounds!!!  If you recall, when he was born he was a mere 7 pounds 11 ounces.  My Little Monster is becoming much bigger very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mobility has also increased.  While he cannot quite crawl yet, he does have the whole rolling thing down pretty well.  So far when he tries to crawl, however, he only uses his feet, and rubs his face into the carpet.  This, of course, hurts (ever dragged &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; face on the ground?), which makes him cry and complain.  The funny part about this is it doesn't stop him.  He just  keeps dragging his face along the ground until he gets where he wants.  Of course, by the time he gets there, he's often so mad that he doesn't care that he's reached his objective, and wants one of us instead.  He's stubborn like that.  I blame his momma (love you honey!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are.  School starts in August, I'll be working day-jobs until then, and life plugs along.  There will be some visual changes to the blog as well, so keep an eye out for it!  There may even be an extra post or two in the next week or so, as I have a little extra time and a lot to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So farewell!  So long!  And see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-684622100930568094?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/684622100930568094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=684622100930568094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/684622100930568094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/684622100930568094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-maelstrom.html' title='Back from the Maelstrom'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-8090798008899163762</id><published>2009-01-04T17:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:11:32.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Were 3 (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That evening while we were sleeping, your mother woke up at around 11:30 PM.  She was feeling rather crampy and in some pain, so instead of waking me she decided to go downstairs and watch some TV.  It didn't take very long for the pain to increase, however, at which point she did decide to wake me up and say the words that changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hun, I think he might be coming or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, needless to say, that phrase got me out of bed and we spent the next hour or so timing when the contractions hit and how long they lasted.  Funny thing was, they were already coming every 4-5 minutes.  At this point we decided to call the hospital, and eventually they told us to go ahead and come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So around 2:30 in the morning we went off to the hospital and spent a long time getting seen by the nurses until they finally decided that yes, you were on the way.  They decided this because when they were checking momma to see how much see was dilated, her water broke.  At that point they asked if she wanted something for the pain, a type of shot to put in her I-V and make her feel better.  While they got everything ready we called your grandparents (Noni and Popi, and Nunu and Papa).  Your momma's parents answered the phone, but my didn't hear it ring, because it was the one time that the phone had been left in the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the pain medicine came, and it did quite the number on your mother.  She felt on top of the world, but it made her kind of loopy.  A little while later, once it had worn off some, she asked for an epidural, and they snaked a long tube up her spine that pumped really good medicine&lt;br /&gt;into her that let her feel no pain while the contractions continued to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that happened, we slept.  The sleep was wonderful, even though I was on a small uncomfortable couch bed, and all was peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the morning came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noni and Popi made it to the hospital about a couple of hours before you came.  Doctor Solomon was in surgery that morning, so we waited for a while until he could come and deliver you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the time arrived.  The doctor came, and your Noni and I helped your mother push and push so that you could come out.  Then your head appeared, and you kind of looked like a purplish alien poking out.  At this point something strange happened.  You got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this happened we were glad that Doc Solomon was there.  He didn't panic at all, and just reached in and spun you around until you came out!  The nurses all wisked you away to get you cleaned and ready for life in the outside world.  Then they gave you to momma to hold for a few minutes before they took you to the NICU.  They had to take you there because you had a small problem in the womb and they just wanted to make especially sure that everything was OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and Nunu arrived at the hospital about an hour after you were born and everyone had a wonderful time looking at you and holding you and talking to you.  Our little family had finally grown by 1, and it was clear that you truly held a special place in everyone's hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had arrived making it was clear that you were ours to love and cherish and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-8090798008899163762?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8090798008899163762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=8090798008899163762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8090798008899163762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8090798008899163762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-then-there-were-3-part-2.html' title='And Then There Were 3 (part 2)'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-3775912918448740202</id><published>2008-12-09T20:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:14:46.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Were Three (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome to the world, Haden Asher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother and I love you very much.  We first discovered that you were coming into this world on April 7th, 2008 just before 4 AM in the morning.  I was rather groggy, but quickly woke up to the realization that your mother and I were about to be responsible for a whole 'nother life on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated by stuffing our faces as Kirby Lane.  I suggest you go there one day at 5 in the morning one day.  They have pretty good celebratory breakfast food.  Just make sure we know you're there and who you're with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long after this that you gave your mother what we'll call the Sleepless Nights.  For several weeks she simply couldn't sleep and it took a while for her body to you growing in her tummy.  I, being the knucklehead that I am, managed to sleep right through her awakeness, but she never gave me a hard time about it.  Just expressed her jealousy of my awesome ability to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was was only 13 days after we found out that you were coming that I sold my beloved motorcycle, Titania, and bought my camera, Haruko.  I sold off the bike because your mother was worried about something happening to me.  That wouldn't have been good with you on the way, so instead I bought the camera with the money and that's why we have such wonderful looking pictures of you.  One day I'll show you how to take good pictures with it and enjoy the world from that point of view (after, of course, I brush up on my own skills).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that happened was that your mother got the Vicious Sickness.  She didn't throw up very much, but she could almost only eat certain kinds of chicken noodle soup for a long time, and felt very very nauseous nearly all day every day for weeks on end.  She pushed on through it though, knowing that you were going to be the prize for all of her hard work.  I made a lot of soup during this time, and if you ever get sick I'll be happy to make it for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did lots of things while you were growing in your mommy.  One thing we did was go to the doctor and listen to your heartbeat.  That was really fun to do.  We also saw you on an ultrasound, but you kind of looked like a peanut at that point, so we didn't know what you would end up being.  That would come much later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your doctor was named Doctor Solomon.  He was a true blessing to your mother and I, and we are so so grateful that he was who took care of mom during her pregnancy with you.  The doctors we went to did lots of things, and we even found out that you were a boy!!  We were so happy, but it took a long time to decide on what your name would be.  We both had very different preferences, but in the end we were both very happy with what your name ended up being.  Haden Asher.  A good, strong name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your momma got bigger and bigger as the days went on.  Not only did she get bigger though, but she stayed a beautiful as she was when she somehow married me.  You got bigger too!  And developed all the things you would need to live in the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our one year anniversary your mommy and I showed the world the meaning of the world carnivore.  You come from a family of meat-eaters, and Fogo de Chao was just what we wanted.  One day we'll take you there for a super-special occasion of your own, and I'll make sure how to show you how to grill your own meat for mass human consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the big day arrived.  We had gone to the hospital in the afternoon on December 7th, and after doing some tests and sending us home, we ate dinner, went home, and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-3775912918448740202?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3775912918448740202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=3775912918448740202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3775912918448740202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3775912918448740202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-then-there-were-three.html' title='And Then There Were Three (part 1)'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-2747964777730900755</id><published>2008-12-09T09:13:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:19:32.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6Menfd-lI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ar0N4r1rd9g/s1600-h/haden-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6Menfd-lI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ar0N4r1rd9g/s320/haden-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277810270949734994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6MZ1IVQkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/omPBE7nsE-g/s1600-h/haden-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6MZ1IVQkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/omPBE7nsE-g/s320/haden-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277810188711445058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6MUGRksUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jP8IpmbMwMw/s1600-h/haden-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6MUGRksUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jP8IpmbMwMw/s320/haden-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277810090234392898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6MNwIVPOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XQY0YgLZItc/s1600-h/haden-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6MNwIVPOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XQY0YgLZItc/s320/haden-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277809981210836194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6MJI64tRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RT7Plv2KyPc/s1600-h/haden-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6MJI64tRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RT7Plv2KyPc/s320/haden-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277809901965980946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6MB8oAFBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/s64JQOSB2Ak/s1600-h/haden-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6MB8oAFBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/s64JQOSB2Ak/s320/haden-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277809778406462482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6L2d0UZpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PgjHgB7VLJk/s1600-h/haden-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6L2d0UZpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PgjHgB7VLJk/s320/haden-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277809581158065810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing but pictures at the moment.  Still getting used to taking care of the Little Monster and everything that goes with that, heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on everything that happened (and more pictures), as things progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-2747964777730900755?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/2747964777730900755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=2747964777730900755' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2747964777730900755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2747964777730900755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/ST6Menfd-lI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ar0N4r1rd9g/s72-c/haden-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-4025261314332637924</id><published>2008-12-08T07:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:53:07.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's doin' WHA???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's finally happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is on his way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a ton to tell but right now I'm kind of too hopped up on the "it wasn't due for another 10 days" thing to go into all of it at the moment.  In any case, suffice to say that the Little Monster decided to be born on December 8, 2008, which means that he won't suffer quite as badly from Christmas-Birthday syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wifey got her epidural at about 4:00 this morning, and everything has been mostly happy bunnies and rainbows since then.  We've gotten a little rest, I ate some breakfast, and it looks like we're going to get our doctor that we've been seeing this whole time to deliver for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought that I had another week to get prepared and take care of chores and all that good stuff, but I guess there were other plans in store for us.  I'm crazy excited, but also a little scared, which is normal, I suppose.  We've called and sent text messages to a bunch of people, and naturally I won't be going into work today, and probably not tomorrow either, but we'll see.  We're going to stick to my original vacation plan so that I can be home for those 2 1/2 weeks, which will rock.  Anyways, craziness ensues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more (complete with pictures!) after the Little Monster has arrived and we've gotten more rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EGAD BABY'S ALMOST HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-4025261314332637924?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/4025261314332637924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=4025261314332637924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4025261314332637924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4025261314332637924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/12/babys-doin-wha.html' title='Baby&apos;s doin&apos; WHA???'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-3294612591910161232</id><published>2008-11-30T21:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:35:51.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Project: Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/STNYlon7D4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/juxl8p950Zo/s1600-h/baby+room+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274656992164253570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/STNYlon7D4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/juxl8p950Zo/s320/baby+room+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The baby's room has been put together at last. Actually, this was done some weeks ago, but I'm just now getting around to writing about it. What you see to the left is the dresser that The Grand Donna got us. Pretty sweet, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The baby itself has "18 days" left as of right now, but I'm not sure that's going to be accurate. The Little Kitty's body has been going through constant restructuring so the kid can come out, and I really don't think it's going to take another 3 weeks for it all to happen. I'm placing the over/under at 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Little Monster has really been movin' around and I can't wait to meet him. It's actually a little freaky thinking that I'm going to be a real live dad in such a short amount of time. No longer is it some nebulous future date that I don't have to worry about. It's becoming very real very quickly. This isn't a bad thing by any means, it's just a very different feeling that the "oh yeah, i'll be father 10 months from now" thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/STNaCOih7jI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kdOYk8qow4w/s1600-h/baby+room+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274658582890147378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/STNaCOih7jI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kdOYk8qow4w/s320/baby+room+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Out little apartment is (mostly) ready and set up.  The port-a-crib has been built, and the car seat installation should be complete this week (thanks Megan!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Good gravy, I just realized that I put the over/under for the birth date at 2 weeks.  In any case, things seem to be moving very, very quickly for me (not so much for the Little Kitty, she has to deal with all the craziness her body is putting her though), and before the end of December there should be a new child in this world that I hope to teach all the things he needs to know in order to be a Real Man.  Not the namby-pamby wishy-washy run-of-the-mill "man".  But a tough, hard working, fight-for-what's-right gentleman who is willing to go the distance for the true goodness in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Time to get this show on the road!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-3294612591910161232?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3294612591910161232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=3294612591910161232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3294612591910161232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3294612591910161232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/11/project-baby.html' title='Project: Baby'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/STNYlon7D4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/juxl8p950Zo/s72-c/baby+room+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-8841978820238187372</id><published>2008-11-25T21:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:50:29.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Big News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SSzES13e6ZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/G6T0WF0MzRE/s1600-h/the+office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272805091720489362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SSzES13e6ZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/G6T0WF0MzRE/s320/the+office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You may recall from the last post that I said there was other Big News.  That news is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a new position at work.  I will be a Marketing Communications Specialist, dealing in brochures, posters, promotional material, catalogue developement, website and image maintenance, and promotional item inventory management.  Oh, and some trade show graphics as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flippin'. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know the backstory, I started at my company in December of 2005, pulling parts in a warehouse as a poor post-college kid wondering when my degree would finally help me get a Real Job.  From there I moved to the shipping department, when I met someone in Marketing.  Upon talking to Awesome Lady as I was carrying a box up to her cube for her, she got me a stint splitting my time between helping them with technical drawings and manuals and the warehouse, as a test run to see what I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I passed the test run, and in April of 2006 I contracted with the Marketing Department doing the same work.  November 2006 rolled around, and with my contract up, they kicked me over to the Training Department working for Mr. M, this time as a Full Time employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several months, Mr. M and I received a New  Young Manager, who I then worked under as a designer and eLearning developer.  This did not suit my strengths very well, however, and so the New Young Manager began helping me locate something that would be better suited to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, New Young Manager rocks, and I hate to lose him as a boss, but them's the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, long story short, the marketing manager, The Stone, offered me a position working in marketing doing all the things I've been trying to get into.  I start January 2008, and I'm very, very excited about that.  New baby, new job, it looks like life could be pretty good comin' up (not that is wasn't already, just even more so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the Other Big News that I have.  Our Creator has treated me very, very well.  Undeservedly so, to say the least, but I am still grateful for it and humbled by the amazing gifts I continually receive from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-8841978820238187372?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8841978820238187372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=8841978820238187372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8841978820238187372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8841978820238187372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/11/other-big-news.html' title='The Other Big News'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SSzES13e6ZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/G6T0WF0MzRE/s72-c/the+office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-8535888290070071355</id><published>2008-11-19T05:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:36:33.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Egad! (That's a lotta stuff!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SSP0KDbcIyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Z08rg1YlPeM/s1600-h/drowning+in+presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SSP0KDbcIyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Z08rg1YlPeM/s320/drowning+in+presents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270324442509878050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I suppose I could apologize for the lack of updates, but then, you already knew that was coming, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going rather well for the most part.  Today's theme is baby showers, and the masses of stuff people give you for the arrival of baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, upon first arrival into this world a little human averaging 8 to 10 pounds needs approximately 6.7 metric tons of equipment in order to survive the harsh climates of sleeping, eating, and pooing on new parents trying to change it's diaper.  In order to acquire the amount of material needed for a new baby, human parents hold events called baby showers in order to not go bankrupt 3.2 times upon the arrival of said little human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, while I do say all of this in jest, there is a LOT of stuff that makes caring for the Little Monster much, much easier that I had no idea of.  Cribs and beds and swings and porta-cribs and strollers and bottle sanitizers and bouncy things are just a few of the items that make caring for the Little Monster easier.  The Little Kitty must be commended for her tenacity and knowledge of said objects.  If it were just me picking stuff out then our child would likely be sleeping on a small cot and drinking out of mason jars.  Well, maybe not mason jars, but you get the point, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, we got a LOT of stuff, which will definitely help out a TON with raising the Little Monster, and for that we really, truly thank everyone for all that they have given us.  Your generosity means more than either of us could say, and it's really amazing that we have so many people that care about us enough to help us provide for our child.  Thank you with all that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note to The Grand Donna*, I accidentally left my camera in Katy, and will put up a picture of the wicked-awesome dresser we got probably tonight or tomorrow.  Young Nani** brought it with her when she came to see The Little Kitty, so I can actually take a picture of it now. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today!  Another post probably coming at the end of the week (maybe early next week) with another piece of Big News also.  Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Grand Donna is my grandmother.  She'll rock your face off.&lt;br /&gt;**Young Nani is my wife's mother.  She could win against a rock in a patience contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-8535888290070071355?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8535888290070071355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=8535888290070071355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8535888290070071355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8535888290070071355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/11/egad-thats-lotta-stuff.html' title='Egad! (That&apos;s a lotta stuff!)'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SSP0KDbcIyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Z08rg1YlPeM/s72-c/drowning+in+presents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-6460792305683297804</id><published>2008-11-02T05:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T05:49:04.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Weeks and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quite a bit has happened, as usual, since the last post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended, and completed, two days of childbirth classes. The classes lasted 6 hours each time, and covered pain management, what to expect when labor hits, things to look and watch for, and of course, watching videos of 6 different women giving birth. There was also a small segment about how to take care of the baby once it got here. We learned quite a few useful things, which was good. By the end of the class, however, this is about what things looked like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264022805341148578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SQ2Q2fnqFaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ufazp4nXHIU/s320/surprise-anime.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was worse for the people sitting next to us. They looked much worse than we did, heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We also had our first baby shower! We got a ton of great stuff, and we thank everyone for thinking of us. It really was great to be remembered and we truly appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I forgot my camera in Houston, shame on me. Otherwise there would be a picture here of the baby's room at the moment including some of the gifts and how they're set up. For now though it will just have to wait until later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Little Kitty has been extremely tired lately. Unfortunately, this has not translated into sleeping or even napping particularly well, so she stays pretty tired. Apparently this is just another one of those weird pregnancy things that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, once I get my camera back there will be another (better) post about the above items complete with pictures. Until then I'll keep updating with (hopefully) more regularity (haven't heard that one before, right?) on other subjects as things progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's it for now though, so have a great one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S.: For those that have asked, my sleeping schedule still stands at 4 1/2 hours per night, with 2 20 minute naps in the day. I'm past the 2 month mark, and loving it. Yey for every morning being Saturday morning! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-6460792305683297804?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/6460792305683297804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=6460792305683297804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6460792305683297804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6460792305683297804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-weeks-and-counting.html' title='7 Weeks and Counting'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SQ2Q2fnqFaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ufazp4nXHIU/s72-c/surprise-anime.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-6683020562774820661</id><published>2008-10-10T05:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:00:09.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And in other news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SO81iXYuw6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/9r3gxcfRbTE/s1600-h/anchorman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255478154674226082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SO81iXYuw6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/9r3gxcfRbTE/s320/anchorman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once again it seems I have underestimated my ability to not write on this blog. Part of life I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Several things have happened since the last posting of this, including:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Little Kitty's belly growing lots! I'll have pictures at some point. I can feel him move (a lot!) every night now. Pretty cool how that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dad has turned 50 on September 30th, looks like he's 35. Seems I got some good genes in my system. Now if I'd just work out and take my vitamins regularly I can capitalize on it like he has, ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Little Kitty and I celebrated our 1st anniversary on September 29th (woohoo!). We had fun, got neat gifts, and went to Fogo de Chao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We discovered that Fogo de Chao rocks, as you can eat all the fresh cooked meat you can stuff your face with, but that you can only go on rare occasions because you can stay in a nice hotel for the cost of the meal (but still totally worth it, they wait on you hand and foot there).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We only have two (TWO!!) months left before the baby gets here. While that is more than enough time to get things around here prepared, it's coming up pretty quick. I really can't believe that I'm going to be a dad soon. I still don't know if it's actually hit me yet, or if it's going to totally slap me in the face (in a good way) once I actually see him for the first time. Something tells me that's just how it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The series of books called Twilight is really stinkin' good, even if it's written from the first-person perspective of a teenage girl. Hard to beat a good, freshly creative vampire book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Other than that, not much is going on. We have childbirth classes on two Sundays this month, so that should be interesting. Well, I guess that's it for the moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-6683020562774820661?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/6683020562774820661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=6683020562774820661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6683020562774820661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6683020562774820661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-in-other-news.html' title='And in other news...'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SO81iXYuw6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/9r3gxcfRbTE/s72-c/anchorman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-8071616422339859171</id><published>2008-09-22T05:34:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:07:20.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The following is a series of pictures of my beautiful wife as the baby has grown and developed (yey!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SNd6RgWorNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_DyDBhFcP5E/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248798331884842194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SNd6RgWorNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_DyDBhFcP5E/s320/1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248798524360260706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SNd6ctYWfGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5KSvG22rQ8s/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248798404379907938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SNd6Vuazl2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/YVhQnNAYPkw/s320/2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248798648716429506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SNd6j8pLCMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XkUEX0mGyWM/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248798761513019794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SNd6qg1-aZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pMI148K8mMQ/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's really been a pretty cool journey so far. The baby has gotten big enough to where I can feel it on a regular basis, and (for the most part), the Little Kitty hasn't really felt sick. She's getting to the feeling uncomfortable stage (especially sleeping), but that's to be expected. I really want the baby to get here so that I can meet him for myself. Can't believe I have to wait all the way till December (though it will be here before I know it, I'm sure).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pretty neat trip, this pregancy thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-8071616422339859171?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8071616422339859171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=8071616422339859171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8071616422339859171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8071616422339859171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/09/progression.html' title='Progression'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SNd6RgWorNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_DyDBhFcP5E/s72-c/1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-3992779181693428601</id><published>2008-09-10T06:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:33:04.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tremors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SMewMfFWX_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/qVbZ3h5lh6Y/s1600-h/Tremors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244354019645087730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SMewMfFWX_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/qVbZ3h5lh6Y/s320/Tremors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It would appear that the Little Monster growing the the Kitty's belly has already decided to start using some of the traits it's gotten from me. He won't stay still when you want him to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, those who know me know that this is one of my issues. I don't sit still. At the very least I'm constantly shaking a foot, and often and entire leg. Has something to do with my ADHD I think, but either way, that's the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At a doctor appointment a couple weeks ago, the Little Monster was so active that they couldn't get a good ultrasound reading for a while. Yesterday, he decided it would be fun to constantly kick while they tried out listening to his heartbeat again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This isn't to say that it's a bad thing. I think it's hilarious that he's already got a problem sitting still when you want him to. It's the little things like that which makes him a little more human and a little less monster I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On another note, we got our baby furniture (thanks Bran and James!). We now have a crib and a changing table and a little armoir, all of which has barely been used at all. Turns out the baby now has nicer stuff than most of what we do. I hear that this will become the norm, but that's fine. I like our comfortable furniture myself. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, that's about it for this morning's post. I'm still on my sleep schedule, and it's going well. I moved up my core sleep from 3 hours to 4.5 hours, and now take 2 naps during the day instead of 3. It has been working much better and I haven't accidentally fallen asleep a single time since, woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-3992779181693428601?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3992779181693428601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=3992779181693428601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3992779181693428601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3992779181693428601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-quiet-on-uterine-front.html' title='Tremors!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SMewMfFWX_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/qVbZ3h5lh6Y/s72-c/Tremors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-6951693727337853572</id><published>2008-09-02T06:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:09:11.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Experiment - Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, it finally happened.  I fell asleep after I woke up for almost 4 hours.  First time it's happened, but still kind of a bummer.  Anyways, there's not a whole lot else going on at the moment.  Gotta get ready for work in about an hour.  Have a good day all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-6951693727337853572?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/6951693727337853572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=6951693727337853572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6951693727337853572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6951693727337853572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleep-experiment-day-6.html' title='Sleep Experiment - Day 6'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-8853913694733187960</id><published>2008-08-31T02:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:14:29.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Experiment '08 - Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2:15 AM: Very nearly didn't get up this morning.  The Little Kitty woke me up a few minutes after I had turned off the alarm and crawled back into bed.  Beyond that I feel pretty much like I did yesterday morning (extremely tired), but that'll probably go away on it's own pretty soon here.  Well, all's well that ends well I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-8853913694733187960?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8853913694733187960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=8853913694733187960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8853913694733187960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8853913694733187960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep-experiment-08-day-4.html' title='Sleep Experiment &apos;08 - Day 4'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-2103769322911878993</id><published>2008-08-30T02:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T07:21:25.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Experiment - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2:15 AM: This morning it's pretty hard to stay going. It's still not quite as bad as I was expecting, but boy am I tired. Hopefully I'll keep waking up more and more as the day goes by. There's a good chance that this is going to be the worst day I think. Guess I'll have to wait a few hours and see how I am then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7:19 AM: So the zombie status only afflicted me for around an hour after I woke up this morning.  For all I had read I really had expected things to be much harder than they have been.  I get yawny sometimes, and am tired by the time I go to bed at night, but I've also been falling asleep faster than ever once I actually lay down to sleep.  It looks like the experiment is a success so far, and if it keeps up for the next couple of days I should be in the clear, hoorah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-2103769322911878993?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/2103769322911878993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=2103769322911878993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2103769322911878993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2103769322911878993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep-experiment-day-3.html' title='Sleep Experiment - Day 3'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-6931123863510231582</id><published>2008-08-29T02:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:29:07.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Experiment - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2:08 AM: This morning hurt pretty bad getting out of bed, but funny thing, I'm actually not that much more tired than when I woke up getting ready to go to work. I am definitely &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; tired, just not as nightmarishly so as I had envisioned. I'm going to jump in the shower to help get the blood moving and then do some chores to keep me moving. I'm really finding it odd that I'm not dead this morning. Heck, I did manage to write this blog post! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5:51 AM: I'm a bit more tired than I was yesterday morning at this time, but still nothing like I expected. Been up for nearly 4 hours now, so far I've taken the clean dishes out of the dishwasher and put the dirty ones in, washed the pots, cleaned out the fridge, disinfected the fridge and counters, and swept and disinfected the kitchen floor. I've also played video games, watched the first episode of Heroes, and written on the blog for the second time. Have I mentioned how long a day lasts now? Psychologically it's a very strange feeling, kind of like it's &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; before most people are even awake? I'm glad I took the day off of work. I wouldn't be in a very good mood if I had to go and do work stuff from 8-5. As it is, it's like I get a free extra Saturday! As such, gonna go watch some anime before nap time from 6:40-7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10:28 PM: The day has been pretty good, not overly tired or anything.  Right now though I'm ready to go to sleep.  Kinda waiting for the other shoe to drop and see if I really get exhausted.  Guess we'll find out tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-6931123863510231582?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/6931123863510231582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=6931123863510231582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6931123863510231582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/6931123863510231582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep-experiment-day-2.html' title='Sleep Experiment - Day 2'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-4514295572286706717</id><published>2008-08-28T02:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:30:17.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Experiment - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2:47 AM: Been up since 2 AM. Woke up pretty well and I'm not tired, but that's to be expected right now. The human body can take things like this no problem for a day. It's the next few days that's gonna be difficult. The Little Kitty was up too, she's been having some trouble sleeping due to some back/side pain from her stomach stretching and making room for the Little Monster, so we watched a little of an old John Stewart standup, and she went back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, I have 4 and a half hours to blow before I go to work, so I'll probably clean the kitchen, pick up the living room, and play some video games. Tomorrow's plan involves disinfecting the fridge, sweeping and mopping the floors, and probably lots of other chores that I'm asking the Little Kitty to think up to keep my body moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6:20 AM: This is a long time to be awake. I've gone to Wal-Mart, cleaned the kitchen and straightened the living room, play about 1 - 1 1/2 hours of video games, walked nearly a mile, grabbed the mail on the way in, took a shower, and watched some anime. My brain is already trying to play tricks on me saying that it's not really worth staying up this much and that there's no way I'll fill all this time. I know this to be fundamentally untrue however, as for the last few months I've been thinking of all the things I want to do that I can't due to time constraints. I'm not even particularly tired, but I have a feeling that by the time this evening rolls around I'm going to start to want to zonk out a lot more. Well, time to get ready for work so that I don't have to do it after my first nap. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll write more this evening monitoring my progress. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9:27 PM: Wow, this has been a long day.  I've been up for 19 1/2 hours, minus my naps.  Today was forever long, and it seems like this morning was yesterday.  Interesting experience.  I've read about time dilation, but even at this early stage I'm already noticing a little.  I'm starting to get pretty tired, but that's to be expected I suppose.  Anchor sleep is in an hour and half, so hopefully I won't oversleep or anything.  Tomorrow is when the hard part starts.  Kind of dreading it, but if I can power through it then everything should be good.  Well, one day down, a few more to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-4514295572286706717?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/4514295572286706717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=4514295572286706717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4514295572286706717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4514295572286706717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep-experiment-day-1.html' title='Sleep Experiment - Day 1'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-1338307296466681948</id><published>2008-08-26T22:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:13:00.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Experiment '08!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239038844990199378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SLTOEmgdFlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gfmpur7TK5U/s320/sleep_chibi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry I haven't written very much the last few weeks. Things at work have gone pretty crazy, but it's all settling down now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; post is a warning about the next week or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tomorrow night I plan on starting my adaptation to a polyphasic sleep schedule. This will (hopefully) enable me to sleep less and stay up more, since I really dislike sleep for the most part and have a LOT of things I want to learn and do and explore. My current schedule is set to be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;11 PM - 2 AM: Anchor sleep. This is where I get the majority of my rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7 AM, 12 PM, 5:30 PM: 20 minute nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've done a lot of research on this, reading up on people who have done it and continue to do it, what horrors to expect, and ways to stay on schedule and not mess up so that the adjustment is as quick as possible. So why do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, as I stated before, I want to do a lot of things, such as catch up on reading and studying, learn guitar and origami, exercise, play some games, and lots of other stuff. I never have time to do all the things I'm interested in, so this gives me an opportunity to do them. As the saying goes, work smarter, not harder. Hopefully it will work, and if it doesn't, well, I'll have to try again in another few months with another plan in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll try to keep the blog updated with the current standings on how things are going. If something get's typed that's really weird, chances are I'm having sleep deprivation and I'm not thinking totally straight. The hardest part of the adaptation is making it through the sleep dep short-term so that you force your brain to begin working more efficiently and use the time it has better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, and if I pull it off, that means that from 2 AM - 7 AM the Little Kitty won't have to stay up with the baby. We won't have to be the crazy-tired new parents! How great would that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So wish me luck and see you on the other side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-1338307296466681948?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/1338307296466681948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=1338307296466681948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/1338307296466681948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/1338307296466681948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/08/check-up-and-sleep-experiment-08.html' title='Sleep Experiment &apos;08!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SLTOEmgdFlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gfmpur7TK5U/s72-c/sleep_chibi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-4152218887950368574</id><published>2008-07-30T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:56:42.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iiiiiiit's sonogram time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-10cb09e87784a095" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10cb09e87784a095%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331083375%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FC3D2B93A2793689F4EE11805E826AD1BE73508.32CBA6B827BF02E19E63E78BD59B8C1A4B0ECAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10cb09e87784a095%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeWE26KXenPU0pcvg-ir9iVDiqtE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10cb09e87784a095%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331083375%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FC3D2B93A2793689F4EE11805E826AD1BE73508.32CBA6B827BF02E19E63E78BD59B8C1A4B0ECAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10cb09e87784a095%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeWE26KXenPU0pcvg-ir9iVDiqtE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here you go everyone.  Now you can see what we saw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-4152218887950368574?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=10cb09e87784a095&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/4152218887950368574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=4152218887950368574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4152218887950368574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4152218887950368574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/07/iiiiiiits-sonogram-time.html' title='iiiiiiit&apos;s sonogram time!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-3892339582068936534</id><published>2008-07-29T20:10:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:18.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeletor! (It's a ____!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SI_CSBlp2TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/abKYvPXfAN8/s1600-h/7-29-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228611307320236338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SI_CSBlp2TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/abKYvPXfAN8/s320/7-29-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yes, I am going to make you read (or at least skim) this post before saying what the baby is! Not that many out there don't already know, we did send over 40 text messages today, call a bunch of people, and announce it at work. Anyways, on with today's story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So today is the day we found out the sex! I still had to go to work in the morning though, as I had to get a bunch of videos shipped out and had a class going on that I was in the middle of attending. Well anyway, at 9:15 I popped out of my seat and left the course and, with the wellwishes of my fellow classmates, walked quickly out of the building and drove home to pick up the Little Kitty for the Big Appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So we drive up to the hospital, hit the wrong floor on the elevator (but realize it in time), and go on up the the 4th floor where all the baby stuff is. Sign in, wait, and in a few minutes time get lead to the sonogram room (yey!!). This is where we saw what you see above, which we lovingly referred to at the same time as Skeletor. If you don't know who Skeletor is (He-Man's arch nemeis), here you go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228611553163793730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SI_CgVbU1UI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sq0IRcp3Jt8/s200/skeletor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But enough about childhood heroes and villians, you're here to read about the baby. The nice sonogram lady took lots and lots of measurements and summarily informed us that everything looked perfect. This naturally made us both very happy. The rest of the sonogram went as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SI_DiDkaj4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/LQDSua6VeAM/s1600-h/7-29-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228612682241445762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SI_DiDkaj4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/LQDSua6VeAM/s320/7-29-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SI_DiobsC7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7YgAZp6Tvw0/s1600-h/7-29-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228612692136954802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SI_DiobsC7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7YgAZp6Tvw0/s320/7-29-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SI_Dio27QtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/paZkoZjDVXs/s1600-h/7-29-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228612692251198162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SI_Dio27QtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/paZkoZjDVXs/s320/7-29-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So in case you missed it in the photo just above this paragraph, we're having a son!! Right where the little mouse arrow is is where his manhood sits, in case there are any doubts.  The Little Kitty was very excited that she has known since April what it was going to be.  I can attest to this fact myself, and congratulate her on her intuition (let it also be known that Granny was right as well, and may keep her perfect guess rating, lol).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The rest of the visit went very well. We saw Dr. Solomon, who assured the Little Kitty that everything was going well. He suggested Melatonin and Camomile Tea to help her sleep (she's had a pretty bad bout of insomnia lately), and antacids for her stomach (she's been having some nauseousness which the doc thought had more to do with her stomach changing positions and the subsequent acid fluxes than her being preggo sick).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So we thanked the good doctor, came home, and I went back to work. Tonight we celebrated at Chili's and went to Target, and bought our first outfit for the baby! It had dinosaurs on it. For those wondering, our theme is dinosaurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So that's all for this post (not that it's long enough). We also got a DVD of the sonogram, which I plan on ripping the video from tomorrow at work and posting shortly. I'll also take a picture of the clothes and post those too, just because it's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wow, a son. Guess it's time to get ready to raise a boy to grow up and be a man. Scary prospect, that. But one that'll be totally worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, and dinosaurs are wicked awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-3892339582068936534?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3892339582068936534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=3892339582068936534' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3892339582068936534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3892339582068936534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/07/skeletor-its.html' title='Skeletor! (It&apos;s a ____!!)'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SI_CSBlp2TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/abKYvPXfAN8/s72-c/7-29-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-2278194632474601859</id><published>2008-07-20T22:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:18.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It lives!  It liiiiiiiiiiives!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SIP9-q6XfqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Wzou6qL6r5o/s1600-h/robot+soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225299245792722594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SIP9-q6XfqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Wzou6qL6r5o/s320/robot+soccer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yes, it's been almost a month since my last post. This week I plan to rectify my past laziness in keeping up with what all has been going on. Anyways, on with our story...&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Me for the last few weeks: "Hey, soon I'll be able to feel the baby kicking yeah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Little Kitty: "Well, probably sometime in the fifth month or something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: "Nah, it'll be sooner than that right?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Little Kitty: "I dunno, it has been kicking pretty hard. Maybe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Little Kitty on Thursday night: "Hey, it's moving around again, wanna see if you can feel it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: "Sure!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;So I place my hand on her stomach, concentrate reeeeeal hard thinking "kick baby kick!". Lo and behold, it does! However, it has been the only time it's worked so far. Now whenever it starts to move and I try to feel it, it stops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Well, as least it knows how to play a good joke on it's parents. That's a good sign. :)&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;In other news, I just got back from being gone for ten days in Utah. Now Utah is a nice state. I got to see some friends there, and I got to take about 300+ pictures of everything from the Mormon's cool stuff to cool stuff in a big graveyard to natural rivers and giant boulders. Also, I did a bunch of training there, which nearly made my head explode, but which also was a very good thing to get me moving forward in my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I also came to a realization while I was away. The first was just how much I would miss my wife and child-on-the-way while I was gone. You always here about it from other people who have to travel occasionally, but you don't really understand it until you haven't seen your love for over a week and you realize that there's still 2 more days and a thousand miles between you. It's not a pleasent experience, but it did lead to a second realization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;That realization is that I really am responsible for a family now. Now don't get me wrong, I've always had an OK work ethic. I would get done what I needed to get done and if I needed to put in some extra work on a rare occasion then I would go ahead, do it, and go. However, that's not necessarilly enough. I can become much, much better at what I do, and take steps to even advance my personal goals much, much more than I currently have. It will take a lot of study, and a lot of work on my part, but in the end I need to make sure that my family is provided for not only emotionally, spiritually, and physically, but financially as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Now this does not mean that I am going to become one of those crazy workoholics who's job comes before all else and the only thing that really matters is advancing up the ladder and making more money. However it does mean that I can take some time outside of my 8-5 job and do a little studying and a little growing to make sure that I become more than I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I guess becoming a man who strives for growth in all areas of life, not just the parts they find shiny, is part of becoming a father too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Hey look! I'm growing up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;P.S.: On July 29th we have our wicked-awesome sonogram where we find out if it's a boy or a girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;P.S.S.: Yes, those are robots playing soccer. Doesn't technology rock?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-2278194632474601859?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/2278194632474601859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=2278194632474601859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2278194632474601859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2278194632474601859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-lives-it-liiiiiiiiiiives.html' title='It lives!  It liiiiiiiiiiives!!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SIP9-q6XfqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Wzou6qL6r5o/s72-c/robot+soccer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-2540591567392839147</id><published>2008-06-24T23:17:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:18.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>small change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SGHIzZdJbYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/10so2q3iPcE/s1600-h/old+books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215670628803767682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SGHIzZdJbYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/10so2q3iPcE/s200/old+books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've had more than one blog over the years, and while perusing through old material, I came across this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i'm in the shower today, and i'm thinking...what's changed in me lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now...i'm not talking about small changes. i'm not talking about...haircuts, or what kind of toothpaste i use or even...what my job is going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i mean, that's all good and well and all, but what about...spiritually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and its easy to say, and we hear it all the time that you grow and you adjust and you ease into being a good christian...but is that enough? i mean, Christ didn't call people to making small little changes and "ease into" being a christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we see him calling people out of their entire worlds. in luke 9:59 he asks this guy to follow him and this guy asks, just to go bury his own, father. and Jesus, he didn't miss a beat and said "let the dead bury their own dead". even in the very next verse, Jesus tells someone else to follow him and they ask to say goodbye to their family, and Jesus tells him, "No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God." and i don't know about you but...that seems radically different than what we hear today. i mean, if you told someone that what do you think they'd say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but that's the point, isn't it? Jesus didn't call us to some...humdrum life where we can just change a little bit and be like him. he called us...to change. and not just change to this, this...culturized, sunday-wednesday church that comes in, sings some songs, and goes to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but you can't change radically all the time, but you can make radical changes in your life more than once, and more than twice. and if you haven't...if i haven't...then there's something wrong and we need to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and we need to do it now. we need to change ourselves so radically that we never even know who we used to be. we need to change ourselves to be so much like Christ that anyone, and everyone, that used to know us doesn't know what happened to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i'm not saying that...that it's somehow bad or wrong or that you're lost if you don't change as fast as the next person or you don't know how to radically change your life or you just...don't understand what the big deal is yet. but just going day to day isn't enough. just being a "nice person" isn't enough. if we're not trying and striving and sweating and bleeding to change...is it enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and we're not perfect. we're going to fall and trip and stumble and crash, and burn sometimes...but only, if we're trying as hard and as long as we possibly can to be more...like...Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and if we're not...we need to fix that. we need to find someone, anyone, that can help us be who we know we need to be so that we don't...get left with this small change scenario when we are called and created to be so...much...more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope i can express this to my children one day. obviously my parents did something to help me realize that myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry really, about raising decent children who grow up to be decent adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes though, I worry about raising truly great children who grow up to be truly great men or women of God. It'll be tough to figure out, I'm sure, but I'm willing to put in the effort to help make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess it's time to get started on me. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-2540591567392839147?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/2540591567392839147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=2540591567392839147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2540591567392839147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2540591567392839147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/06/small-change.html' title='small change'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SGHIzZdJbYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/10so2q3iPcE/s72-c/old+books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-8803480516697231099</id><published>2008-06-15T21:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:18.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SFXXkoRjrKI/AAAAAAAAADg/TNBihRsbFm4/s1600-h/fathers+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212309168037538978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SFXXkoRjrKI/AAAAAAAAADg/TNBihRsbFm4/s320/fathers+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't write the song at the bottom, but it sums up what I think of my dad. Without him I'd have gotten nowhere, and even though he thinks we made it easy to be a good dad, he made it easy to be a good kid. I look around and see so many guys, both kids and adults, and wonder what went wrong. Chances are they didn't have a father to back them up, show them how to live a good life, and how to be a man. If I manage to be as good of a dad to my kids as mine was to me, it's to his credit (along with mom), but there are certain things that you can only learn from a good father, and I've learned an aweful lot, and I learn more every day even when I don't talk to him. To me that's the mark of not just a great dad, but a great man and a great man of the Lord above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's a dad for dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tell me why I'm here dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whisper in my ear that I'm growing up to be a better man, dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything is fine dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Proud that you are mine dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause I know I'm growing up to be a better man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Father I will always beThat same boy that stood by the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And watched you tower over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I'm older I wanna be the same as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's a dad for dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Taught me how to stand, dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Took me by the hand and you showed me how to be a bigger man, dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Listen when you talk, dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Follow where you walk, dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you know that I will always do the best I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Father I will always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That same boy that stood by the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And watched you tower over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I'm older I wanna be the same as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The same as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I am a dad, dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna be a good dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do the best you could, dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Always understood, dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tell me I was right, dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Opened up my eyes, dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Glad to call you my, dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you for my life dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-8803480516697231099?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8803480516697231099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=8803480516697231099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8803480516697231099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8803480516697231099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SFXXkoRjrKI/AAAAAAAAADg/TNBihRsbFm4/s72-c/fathers+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-8243527385310987812</id><published>2008-06-02T21:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:19.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Cutting the Baby in Half</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207473126268031506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SESpN8yZUhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QkQtooola58/s320/doctors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So today was our first appointment with the new doctor. His name (as the title suggests) is Doctor Solomon. He came complete with a great attitude, jokes, and a beard, just like we picture King Solomon in the Bible. Well...with the beard at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, to continue the story, we got down to the hospital with little delay, and within short notice we (she) had refilled out all her paperwork and we were called in to see the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So he came in, insisted that we not get up from our seats, and welcomed us warmly and started asking a bunch of questions. The Little Kitty answered them all and had some of her own. The whole time he was very considerate and made a point to go into detail on many health issues and/or things we didn't quite understand. This was rather nice, as the previous doctor, while seeming competent enough, didn't seem have quite the bedside manner we were looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There was no ultrasound this time, but Doc Solomon did bring his microphone thing, and upon putting it to LK's belly, we once again got to hear the "thumpthumpthumpthump" of the Little Monster's beating heart (at 168 beats per minute). This time though, we heard a weird "whoosh" sound. Upon seeing the odd looks on our face, he told us that that was the baby's kick! I didn't know babys made sounds when they kicked, but apparently they do! That was really really cool. A couple seconds later we heard a "beep beep...beep beep", and the doctor told us that it was not, in fact, the baby, but rather that his microphone thing needed new batteries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So overall it was a great treat to go. Great doc, great place, and the Little Kitty felt it was a bit more "homey" than the last place, so what's good for her is good for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Release the Beast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-8243527385310987812?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8243527385310987812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=8243527385310987812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8243527385310987812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/8243527385310987812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-cutting-baby-in-half.html' title='Not Cutting the Baby in Half'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SESpN8yZUhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QkQtooola58/s72-c/doctors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-5402331336961001771</id><published>2008-05-29T22:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:19.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SD962CelR1I/AAAAAAAAADA/W5xei1Rmcsk/s1600-h/dr-wily.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206014763060250450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SD962CelR1I/AAAAAAAAADA/W5xei1Rmcsk/s200/dr-wily.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Widgets are pretty neat things. You can see that I've added a countdown timer for when the baby is supposed to be here. Every week the picture will change and bit by bit you can see what stage it's in as is grows into a larger little monster. Hoorah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In other news, the Little Kitty has decided to change doctors. While the last one seemed perfectly confident, she didn't really seem that excited about what was going on. Her nurse was very nice and joyful for us, but she had this kind of "meh" attitude which kind of turned us off. The new guy (yes, guy) is supposed to be really good and was suggested by our general practitioner, and we go to the appointment with the new doc on Monday. I think I'm going to try and steal a friends audio recorder and record the heartbeat. That'd be fun. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Other than those couple of updates, there's not a lot to report. I will however have a new post once we get back to the doctor, complete with new pictures (hopefully) to put up. I've also gotta find where the wifey put the ultrasound picture and get it posted...maybe I'll remember that next time too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hope my kids get the Little Kitty's memory, mine seems to short out way too often, heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As a side note, I doubt our doctor will be as sinister as Doctor Wiley at the top, but it's the only picture I could find, so there. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-5402331336961001771?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/5402331336961001771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=5402331336961001771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5402331336961001771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/5402331336961001771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/05/countdown.html' title='Countdown!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SD962CelR1I/AAAAAAAAADA/W5xei1Rmcsk/s72-c/dr-wily.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-4552114869528352212</id><published>2008-05-21T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:07:07.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Quiet on the Western Front (or - the new normal)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems it's been a while since my last post, so here we go again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Things have been amazingly normal around here lately.  By normal, I mean normal for a pregnancy as far as I know (which uncoincidentally isn't much).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The new normal involves lots of sleep for the Little Kitty, including a 9:00 bedtime, with me going to sleep between 10:30 and 11:30, depending on how long I'm writing or playing games or what have you.  It also involves lots of soup for the wife and cravings for water, of all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining in the least, I just think its funny how easy new things become normal things.  The all-day-full-body-corruption (or as some know it as: morning sickness) has begun to ebb and flow more rather than just flow at a constant rate.  In fact last week was so good I was surprised when it came back this week.  But, that's life, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me (and her) are ready for the little monster to start showing.  It actually doesn't look like a miniature shark anymore, and instead is taking on much more human characteristics.  Seems that the Island of Doctor Moreau part of it is over, and it should start growing pretty rapidly beginning in a few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So that's all that's going on at the moment.  I'm sure more things will begin happening, and when they do, I'll be right there anxious and excited that they're occuring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-4552114869528352212?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/4552114869528352212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=4552114869528352212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4552114869528352212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4552114869528352212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-quiet-on-western-front-or-new.html' title='All Quiet on the Western Front (or - the new normal)'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-1980970000451178380</id><published>2008-05-11T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:19.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SCfBAp_2t-I/AAAAAAAAACw/9DjfaXS5tCY/s1600-h/chibi+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199336511840368610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SCfBAp_2t-I/AAAAAAAAACw/9DjfaXS5tCY/s320/chibi+mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So today is Mother's Day and it would be good if I could write something, so this is a two-parter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Part One: Things I learned from mom (see &lt;a href="http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/04/double-post-thursday.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; for the dad version).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. Never underestimate yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. Be there for people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cracking your knuckles won't actually give you arthritis, but it will make mom a lot happier if you'll cut it out already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. Give dad the respect he deserves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. The worse thing you can do in dad's eyes is to disrepect mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6. You will, in fact be the man of the house one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7. Longaberger baskets are like McGuyver, they can do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8. A wife taking care of children has the best job on the planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9. Mom knows a whole lot more about what's going on in the house than anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10. The wife is the gatekeeper to the success of the husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;11. There's no cookin' like mom's cookin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;12. It takes a lot more time and effort to be a good mom than to be a good most-other-things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;13. Things turn out a lot better when mom doesn't baby everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;14. Playing in the rain should be encouraged as it does not, in fact, make you sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;15. That regardless of where I am in life, whether drowining in myself or soaring high, being crushed by the world or lifting it up, that mom will be there to pull me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks, mom, and I hope I to still learn more and more as we continue onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And now, for Part Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A letter to my wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dear Little Kitty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know that pregnancy is not easy. Obviously, I do not know this first hand, but I hear some pretty freaky things about it, at least for the beginning part. When I married you I had no idea what all might show up on our doorstep but I don't regret one thing that has ever happened, and I never plan on regretting anything. I love you more as each day goes by, and even when I don't have a reply to a question or get real quiet, it's because I'm thinking things through because I want only the true best for the both of us (soon to be the three of us).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There are a lot of things that I will probably never quite get or understand, and my ability to zone in and out of things (ooh! shiny!) will get the better of me now and again, but it always comes back to you. I love you more than life itself, and I will be at least attempting to improve myself for you as every day goes by. More often than not I'll mess up at that, but I'll keep trying at it until I succeed. I know that you think I'm already terrific and that you love me with all you are, but my commitment to you is based on my constant improvement, however disjointed it may be. You're going to be such a great mom and I can't wait to share this unbelievable blessing with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wrap-up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So Happy Mother's Day mom, kitty, and all the other mothers and mothers-to-be out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-1980970000451178380?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/1980970000451178380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=1980970000451178380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/1980970000451178380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/1980970000451178380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SCfBAp_2t-I/AAAAAAAAACw/9DjfaXS5tCY/s72-c/chibi+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-748130265632888785</id><published>2008-05-06T19:36:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:20.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SCD8QDbO5MI/AAAAAAAAACY/GTXzVQ_TxfE/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SCD6ezbO5LI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LYfOeQbD9Bg/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197429377093002418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SCD6ezbO5LI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LYfOeQbD9Bg/s200/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yesterday the Little Kitty and I went to our (her) first sonogram appointment. It was pretty cool. The place was at a brand spankin' new hospital, so everything was really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Upon awakening that morning I proceeded to go and get a full physical/blood test/checkup since I'm supposed to start being all "responsible" now, and then proceeded to work from home. I had taken the day away from the office since I had that appointment in the morning and the baby appointment in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So yesterday afternoon at 2 o'clock we drove up to the hospital, about 5 miles and 2 tolls away, for our appointment. I made the comment that once the baby came I was finally going to have an excuse to drive at excessive speeds. This turned out to be a mistake, as the wife chided me for the remark and said that I would proceed to kill us all if I did that (but don't worry, I still plan on making it to the hospital in at least 1/2 the time it took us to get there this time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, back to our story. We arrived at the hospital and proceeded to the Gates of OBGYN's and Labs. Behold:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SCD8tjbO5NI/AAAAAAAAACg/5I4WB4DzQss/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197431829519328466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SCD8tjbO5NI/AAAAAAAAACg/5I4WB4DzQss/s200/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So we went in, she filled out a bunch of paperwork, and we waited. Me, being the patient waiter that I am, got some water, played with the camera, and generally fiddled around a&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SCD9qjbO5OI/AAAAAAAAACo/XO957wk8wHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197432877491348706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SCD9qjbO5OI/AAAAAAAAACo/XO957wk8wHQ/s200/IMG_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s usual. Finally (aka: about 10 minutes) we got called in to the ultrasound room. The Little Kitty laid on a table and they smeared her with some weird jelly stuff. This was followed by turning on a giant machine attached to a strange little wand and the lady put the wand on her belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Presto! Upon the screen appears and warped black and white, grainy picture of my wife's lovely innards. Did you know they can zoom in and stuff now? Ultrasound Lady zoomed way in and there it was! Our baby. And you could see the heart pumping away! How cool is that? My favorite part was what came next though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that ultrasound wands have microphones now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ultrasound Lady turned on the microphone and you could hear the "thupwumpthupwupthupwump" of an itty-bitty heart plowin' by at 150 beats a minute. You could see it too! That was really cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Once I get my scanner back online I'll post the picture of the ultrasound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So next (wow, this is a long post), we went back and waited some more, then got called to the Gyno's office for her to talk to us about the pregnancy and what was going on and all that good stuff. They even gave us a copy of What to Expect When You're Expecting and a bunch of other informational stuff. We also found out that at our 20 week ultrasound that they give us a DVD of the ultrasound! Sweet! New hospitals are win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After this I was kicked out of the room so that they could do their Boys Not Allowed stuff, and we went home. And now, we finally get to tell everybody! We had been keeping it a not-telling-everbody-but-who-we-really-felt-like-we-needed-to thing, but no more! Yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm really excited about becoming a dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Release the beast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-748130265632888785?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/748130265632888785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=748130265632888785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/748130265632888785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/748130265632888785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/05/heartbeats.html' title='Heartbeats'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SCD6ezbO5LI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LYfOeQbD9Bg/s72-c/IMG_0262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-9181946616361141236</id><published>2008-04-28T18:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:20.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 8 weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SBZj8jbO5KI/AAAAAAAAACI/8Em58yoGeU8/s1600-h/8+week+fetus.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194449112171209890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SBZj8jbO5KI/AAAAAAAAACI/8Em58yoGeU8/s200/8+week+fetus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At 8 weeks, the little monster looks something like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we're almost at 8 weeks, which means we're almost at our first doctor's appointment! It's strange and exciting that in only 1 week (next Monday), I'm should get to hear the baby's heartbeat and see the strange bean-like structure that is my child. The Little Kitty is still feeling pretty bad, but a friend at work told us to ask the doctor for Zofran when we go. It's supposed to really help with nausea. Actually, it's what they give chemo patients to keep their nausea down, so if that doesn't work I'm not sure what we'll end up doing, heh.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So life is pretty good at the moment for me. It's difficult to stretch myself sometimes and keep going when I just wanna stop for a while and play games or read or go to the toy store and look around, but that's what happens when you grow up, right? Life's only gonna get busier, but if I can keep putting the big rocks in first, all the small stuff will start following soon afterwards.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here's to moving forward and moving on, and to pushing on ever towards that next level!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;P.S.: I finally finished putting the apartment together! Woo! Not everything is on the walls yet, but the boxes are unpacked and put away. Finally put in a late night last night and finished up after work today, and it's all finally done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That only took 2 1/2 weeks...ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-9181946616361141236?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/9181946616361141236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=9181946616361141236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/9181946616361141236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/9181946616361141236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/04/almost-8-weeks.html' title='Almost 8 weeks!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SBZj8jbO5KI/AAAAAAAAACI/8Em58yoGeU8/s72-c/8+week+fetus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-3572274494353667913</id><published>2008-04-24T23:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:21.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SBFdZzbO5JI/AAAAAAAAACA/cS8HNV6Zb2M/s1600-h/old_farmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193034543217435794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SBFdZzbO5JI/AAAAAAAAACA/cS8HNV6Zb2M/s200/old_farmer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a double-post Thursday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In all seriousness though, a tribute to my dad, who has been there all the way and whom I respect more than any other man out there today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Things I've learned from dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. It all centers on God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2: There are always more questions than answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. Not every question has an answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. It's important to share all the answers you can with your kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. It's not about climbing the corporate ladder, it's about climbing the family ladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6. If you call your kids "little twerps!" while they're teens in a fit of anger, they'll probably laugh at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7. A day's hard work on the farm is worth 10 days at the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8. Respect your momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9. Respect your wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10. Respect your kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;11. Respect yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;12. If you start saying "crap!" so will your kids, followed by everyone else in the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;13. Dad really did know best most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;14. That at some point after my teens I knew nothing and dad knew everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;15. That no matter what, come hell or high water, length or depth or anything else, that dad is there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks dad, and I look forward to learning a lot more from you than I already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-3572274494353667913?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3572274494353667913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=3572274494353667913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3572274494353667913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3572274494353667913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/04/double-post-thursday.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SBFdZzbO5JI/AAAAAAAAACA/cS8HNV6Zb2M/s72-c/old_farmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-798300507936456270</id><published>2008-04-24T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:21.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicious Sickness (hey that rhymed!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SBFWwDbO5HI/AAAAAAAAABw/_ECtEyXY-mk/s1600-h/Sick+Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193027228888130674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SBFWwDbO5HI/AAAAAAAAABw/_ECtEyXY-mk/s320/Sick+Cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Beware ye that plan on pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Morning Sickness" is a crock. "All Day Full Body Corruption and Nausea" is a better term for what it can really be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Little Kitty has been feeling aweful lately. She can hardly eat or drink most of the time, and nothing seems to help. We've done cranberry juice, teas, preggie pops, ginger ale, ginger chews, you name it. This leaves me in the precarious position of trying to do what I can without: A) bugging her to death about it. B) seeming like it's not that big a deal. and C) trying to get a lot of stuff done the 5 or 6 hours between coming home from work and going to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At the same time, I'm glad it's not me who has to go through that. I hate being sick. Hopefully our doctor can give her something that'll actually help, but we have to call her first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Luckily, I have a wife that appreciates me helping out and lets me know it. And I'm glad that I can do something to make her life easier. The problem with pregnancy sickness is that there's not really anything I can do directly that's helpful. I recognize that doing things on the periphery to make her more comfortable is a worthy task, but as someone who would rather be on the frontlines of helping out, it bugs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, I'm only human I suppose. So let this be a lesson to ye men out there trying to "fix" your wife when she has All Day Full Body Corruption and Nausea. Don't try to. Do the things on the sidelines that you can do to help her out. She'll appreciate it a lot and you'll be doing your part to keep things moving along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-798300507936456270?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/798300507936456270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=798300507936456270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/798300507936456270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/798300507936456270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/04/vicious-sickness-hey-that-rhymed.html' title='Vicious Sickness (hey that rhymed!)'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SBFWwDbO5HI/AAAAAAAAABw/_ECtEyXY-mk/s72-c/Sick+Cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-2639103482355851048</id><published>2008-04-21T22:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:21.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Titania, Hello Haruko!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SBFRPDbO5GI/AAAAAAAAABo/9tndzkTiEBw/s1600-h/camera+mirror+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193021164394308706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SBFRPDbO5GI/AAAAAAAAABo/9tndzkTiEBw/s320/camera+mirror+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So Titania is gone after only being on craigslist for one evening. The guy came today, paid for her, and took away the title and key (he picks her up tomorrow). Afterwards the Little Kitty and I went and went (originally) for pizza, but ended up at Chipotle because it smelled better to her. What is it with pregnant women and their sense of smell? She's like a superhero or something, ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So once we got back I decided I must have the camera I've dreamed of having. My big reason for it? It'll take great pictures of the baby. My other reason for it? I'm a graphic designer and I want a wicked camera. So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I went to Best Buy originally, and fawned over the different cameras before making my decision. When I made up my mind, it turned out they didn't have it in stock. So I went to Sears and lo and behold, they had it. Seeing as I was at the mall at this point, I picked up some preggie pops for the wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Preggie pops are good things. They make her feel not as sick (this is very important for everyone involved).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, back to the camera. I am now the proud owner of a Canon Rebel XTI 10 megapixel digital SLR camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It takes wicked awesome pictures, and her name is Haruko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So farewell Titania, hello Haruko, and let the games begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-2639103482355851048?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/2639103482355851048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=2639103482355851048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2639103482355851048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/2639103482355851048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-titania-hello-haruko.html' title='Goodbye Titania, Hello Haruko!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SBFRPDbO5GI/AAAAAAAAABo/9tndzkTiEBw/s72-c/camera+mirror+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-67984809640287292</id><published>2008-04-20T20:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:21.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, Titania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SAvz8wZk1fI/AAAAAAAAABQ/V2ZPRTVcgnI/s1600-h/bike+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191511220584502770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SAvz8wZk1fI/AAAAAAAAABQ/V2ZPRTVcgnI/s200/bike+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A sad day has come to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Titania (my motorcycle) must be sold, ending my riding days for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really enjoy riding, and with gas prices going the way they are, the miles per gallon (around 40) on it were killer. But, with a kid on the way, there are some things that are just more important. I have confidence in my riding skills, and my commute to work is only 4 miles now, but I do cross 2 major roads, and the off chance that some moron running a red or swerving to make that last-second turn and ramming me just isn't worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When we first found out the baby was coming I didn't even consider selling the bike, but things change, as they must, and if I want to be the father I truly want to be then I don't want to tempt that fate by continuing on with something that could stop it before it starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I'm selling little Titania and buying my self a sweet digital SLR camera, and putting the rest of the money away towards the house we're wanting to buy when our lease on our apartment is up in a year. And my riding days may be over for now, but in the future that may or may not change (though I tend to believe the former).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But right now, I have a little monster coming, and it's going to change a lot more things than whether or not I have a motorcycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And I couldn't be more excited about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Update: Titania has been sold after on one day on craigslist! I didn't quite get what I payed for her, but I came pretty close, and that's good enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-67984809640287292?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/67984809640287292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=67984809640287292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/67984809640287292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/67984809640287292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/04/farewell-titania.html' title='Farewell, Titania'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/SAvz8wZk1fI/AAAAAAAAABQ/V2ZPRTVcgnI/s72-c/bike+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-4632497694715799871</id><published>2008-04-09T09:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:21.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Glorious Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_zWjnxYpWI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOAeGTfJ76Q/s1600-h/chibi-naruto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_zWjnxYpWI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOAeGTfJ76Q/s200/chibi-naruto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187256778283853154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is more than one reason I started these posts.  One was so that, later on down the road, the wife and I (and the Little Monster) could look back on these, laugh, and say "remember when" so we don't forget all the little things that happened along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second reason is to keep our family and friends updated on the goings-on in our life because I'm terrible at keeping in any sort of decent contact with anyone (I'm off-the-charts ADHD and very forgetful, not a good combination).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last reason is so that this might be a resource for other new fathers down the road to see a more personal view of having a kid so they might have that much more knowledge on what they might expect as things progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings us to the title of today's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, the Little Kitty is probably about 5ish or 6ish weeks along in her pregnancy.  For the past 2 or 3 weeks she's been having some pretty bad sleep.  Last night we actually had to sleep in the guest bedroom because our bed suddenly turned very uncomfortable for her.  After that she slept more or less ok and I was out like a lamp (again).  I usually do pretty good with a minimum amount of sleep, but between work, church, moving, finding out we're having a baby, fixing the flat on the car, and lack of sleep, I have become rather worn out by the time bedtime rolls around.  But I'll stay up as long as I can, because being with her is the most important thing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could give that sleeping ability to the wife, I certainly would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the point of this post?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay up with your wife when she needs it.&lt;/span&gt;  It'll help her know that you are there, and with all the crazy changes her body's going through, you definitely have the easier job.  So enjoy the extra time you have with her as much as you can, even if she's not exactly enjoying not being able to get to sleep.  I get the sneaking suspicion (aka: every book and blog i read tells me) that once the Little Monster gets here the extra time is gonna go right out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: Little Monster is not a derogatory term at all.  I look forward to the child, but have you ever seen those pictures of the baby while it's developing?!  It has a tail and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-4632497694715799871?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/4632497694715799871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=4632497694715799871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4632497694715799871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/4632497694715799871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/04/sleep-glorious-sleep.html' title='Sleep Glorious Sleep'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_zWjnxYpWI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOAeGTfJ76Q/s72-c/chibi-naruto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889726343697788996.post-3014619945451650239</id><published>2008-04-08T09:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:20:22.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u2_nxYpTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ISCwWC8GfJc/s1600-h/positive+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u2_nxYpTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ISCwWC8GfJc/s320/positive+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186940599971390770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is dark outside, and I'm asleep.  Well, more like dead to the world, when the Little Kitty (my wife) comes in and wakes me up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hun! Hun! Get up, you gotta see this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ungrhrhgrghrg...time'sit?" I say, as I look at the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind slowly realizes that yes, the clock does say that its 4 AM, and something in the back of my mind tells me I'm not sleeping till 6:45 like usual today.  As I stumble into the bathroom, my eyes, which at first were hurting by the eeeeevil light, slowly adjust.  The sight of a pregnancy test comes into view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It came back positive!" says the wife.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" says my mouth as my brain starts wracking me with questions and advice ("Don't say 'huh'! Your having a flippin' baby!  Wake up!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprehension finally settles in as the rest of me wakes up just enough to not sound retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's great!  Woo!" I say as I hug and kiss her.  And I am excited.  But in reality its 4 in the morning and my body hasn't finished waking up.  So we talk about it for a couple of minutes and go to lay back down, her telling me to get some more sleep so that I can be awake for work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever tried &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;going to sleep&lt;/span&gt; right after hearing that you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;having a baby&lt;/span&gt;?  Doesn't happen.  So we layed there for about an hour, talking occasionally, the rest of the time thinking of all the things that are about to happen while at the same time realizing that we don't know anything about what's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walk to HEB to get another pregnancy test, finding out that they don't open for another hour.  So we do the only natural thing we can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Kirby Lane and stuff our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to HEB, get another test, and take it, just to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, 'Pregnant' says the test, much to our delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's about to happen to my life, but I sure am looking forward to it, even if its going to be terrifying and new and completely turn my life upside down.  You know what though?  I need a change.  Its about time I got that push to become the man I've always wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: The Little Kitty went to the doctor yesterday to get a blood test, just to be really really certain.  Sure enough, doc called back this morning saying that it is officially official that she's pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release the beast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4889726343697788996-3014619945451650239?l=newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3014619945451650239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4889726343697788996&amp;postID=3014619945451650239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3014619945451650239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4889726343697788996/posts/default/3014619945451650239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newlittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-news.html' title='Big News!'/><author><name>Big Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670812936230985001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u4-3xYpUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ra2x5T7Lz6E/S220/ryuuzaki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlYMdN1NSNo/R_u2_nxYpTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ISCwWC8GfJc/s72-c/positive+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
