Calm before the storm

I'm not talking about a hurricane but the pending arrival of baby #3. At this point we're ready... the crib is setup, old baby clothes are out of storage, and all the bottles are washed and ready. The only thing left to do is wait. Waiting is probably the worst part. It's the not knowing that kills me. Not knowing when he's coming. Not knowing how he's going to be as a baby. He can be difficult and colicky like Jacob or super easy and sleeping through the night by day two like Andrew. So many unknowns. I'm excited yet very anxious.

It's a rave

When it's time to settle down and go to bed, the boys occasionally always have a sudden burst of energy. And it doesn't matter if they missed their afternoon nap, they will still expend a crazy amount of energy right before going to sleep. Yelling, running, jumping, wrestling, etc all around 10 pm. So one night I decided to give them some glow sticks I bought from the dollar bin at Target and used my camera to capture the chaos.

Make me babies

We're counting down the days and the one thing I keep wondering is, what will baby #3 look like? Jacob and Andrew look nothing alike so will this newborn look more like one of his siblings or have a totally different look? So I turned to the internet in hopes of answering this question.

"I like your glasses"

In my line of work, I get to meet a lot of people. And everywhere I go I've gotten a lot of compliments on my new pair of eyeglasses (I broke my previous frames). I'm not here to brag but to point out one common trend of those compliments.

Keeping the (burger) streak alive

Last week I mentioned my addiction to burgers so when going out to eat yesterday, I couldn't help myself from ordering one. I'm not purposely eating a burger every week (because we all know how unhealthy that can be) but I don't crave anything else.

What's in a name?

It's almost time to meet baby #3 (a month away) and we need to come up with a name. Honestly we haven't put much thought into it. Maybe it's because of the fact that it's our third child, a third boy. We're running out of boy names here.

A name is a big deal since you're stuck with it for the rest of your life, or until you're old enough to go to the courthouse and change it to something like Ochocinco. I'm not a fan of my own name. I don't like saying it. I don't like the way it sounds. But it's my name and I've learn to live with it. So when picking a name for my own child, I want to make sure it's a name that he will like and most importantly, meet most (if not all) of my criteria for a name.

I'm addicted to hamburgers

This marks the fifth weekend in a row where I got a burger (not counting any fast food ones). After Jacob's T-ball game on Saturday, we had lunch at 9er's Grill. I ordered the Tex-Mex burger which included jalapenos, bacon, and cheese. The beef patty was big and thick. Each bite was really flavorful. The fries looked like the frozen variety but it was cooked really well (crisp) and lightly seasoned just right.

The value of money

Initially to reward the boys for whatever the reason (sleeping by themselves, eating their entire meal by themselves without having to be constantly reminded, brotherly help, sharing toys, no whining for the entire day, etc.) I used reward calendars from Chuck E Cheese. If they did any of the previously mentioned good deed, then they would get a sticker to put on an empty day and once they completed their calendar, their reward was a trip to Chuck E Cheese. Initially, it took them quite a while to complete a calendar but then they literally got a sticker everyday. It got too easy for them. So easy in fact I still owe them a trip to Chuck E Cheese (but I don't think they remember). I needed another reward system.

Independence Day weekend

Independence Day weekend was the beginning of my independence from eating healthy. This was the first weekend since the end of the weight loss bet. This was all going to end very badly.

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you get me a burger

Today was the end of the weight loss bet and unfortunately I was not the biggest loser. I was just a loser. Mike (Nez) won the bet with an impressive 24 lbs lost, 13.8% weight lost! The detailed results are posted in the weight loss page.

How early is too early?

Last Saturday Jacob had a T-ball game at 8:30am. It looked fine on paper but realistically, it was a disaster. That morning he uncharacteristically woke up last among all of us (usually he's the first person up) and I had to force him up. He was still groggy and a little whiny but seemed okay in the car. Damn Google maps put me in the wrong spot so we were lost in freakin' Alvin. Eventually we found the place but we were also really late, which did not help the situation. Rushing a sleepy child, who was just denied of his OJ because of our lateness, created a bad situation. Right when we got there, grumpy Jacob was up to bat. When he hit the ball, he barely walked to first base. When on the bases, he wouldn't move until told to do so. They had to guide him by gently pushing him on the back, at which point he sloooowly walked to the other bases. This went on for the entire game. What a waste.

A day at the museum

Another perk of my job is that I make my own schedule. In the beginning of the month, Lynn went out of town for the weekend and the boys were with my parents so I decided to work on Saturday... giving myself a random weekday off to use later. Last Monday I decided to cash in... but what to do.

Father's Day weekend

Yes, it's my time. It's time to celebrate being a dad (accidental or not). The post title may be deceiving as we didn't celebrate my fatherhood for an entire weekend but the time spent with my kiddos was all that I needed.

Go the f**k to sleep

A good problem

Is that an oxymoron? I never did well in English. Anywho (is that a word?), my problem with exercising and dieting is that I'm getting skinnier and my clothes no longer fit well. My slacks are bunched up in the middle when my belt is tightened and my shirts are baggy... I look like a kid who doesn't know how to shop for himself, one who has his mother buy all of his clothes. I look ridiculous. "Oh boo whoo" is what you're probably thinking as anyone would love to have my "problem" but it is truly annoying. My one thing with clothes is that it has to fit well. I don't care if it's name brand or from Target, it just needs to fit. So at this point, most of my shirts are too loose on me. This weekend I got a couple polo shirts on sale. The size... XS. This was my first time ever to buy anything extra small. I was contemplating whether to even buy XS shirts because it would snowball and eventually lead to buying a completely new wardrobe and I have no money for that. Besides, what if I get fat again... all of those XS shirts would go to waste. They would sit in my closet as a sad reminder that I was once that small. So after the weight loss bet is over, my new plan of action is to bulk up (not get fatter) so that I can fit into my old shirts. For the time being, I will only wear those two new XS polo shirts.