Anybody know how to fix a hole in the wall? I got a little angry at my child today, and this was the result of my rage.
It’s about 4 inches wide. I guess I’ll head out to Home Depot.
No Sex For You!!
Why is it that we can’t get the sex of our baby? Why is it that every other pregnant couple we meet can find out the sex of the baby, and we can’t? This is our third baby, and for the third time we have been denied. How am I suppose to come up with baby names now? How am I suppose to register a domain name without knowing the sex and thus name of the baby?
Now we’ll have to come up with 2 names, one for a boy, one for a girl. That’s double the work.
I’ve received some comments saying how terrible my names were. I’ll have to disagree on that. I’ve come up with a few more boys and girls name. You can vote on which is the best!
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Gender / Week 19 Pictures
Here are pictures of our little one inside Yvonne’s tummy. As with our previous children, we do not know what the sex of this one is. Of course, I blame Yvonne.
Obadiah or JavaScript?
This Friday morning, we will be getting our ultrasound. We have a chance to see the sex of the baby, but knowing our luck, we won’t find out.
With Caleb, we didn’t find out his sex until the third or fourth time we got an ultrasound. Luckily Yvonne worked at the hospital and could use their ultrasound machine after we didn’t find out the first time. With Caris, Yvonne didn’t have ultrasound machine access at the hospital since she no longer worked there. It wasn’t until the 34 or 35 week of pregnancy that we were finally able to find out Caris was a girl.
So what will it be this time? Will I get another chance at Obi-Wong? Or will we have to come up with another girl’s name? I should name her a programming language. Ada? Perl? Ruby? JavaScript? God-willing, we’ll find out Friday.
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Sorry, Caris
Sorry, Caris. But I’m of the same opinion. You’re free to go ice skating if you like.
Mukund (Ames, IA)
What do you think about the Winter Olympics in regard to the fact that all of the sports are incredibly specialized and open to a select few people who happen to have access to say, a bobsled track?
Bill Simmons
My only question with the Winter Olympics is why parents would choose to push their kids to be an Olympian in the first place. For instance, my daughter loves ice skating and she’d be great at it. But why the hell would I want to wake up at 5AM for the next 10 years so she could skate, and why would I want that life for her? Hey, here’s your upside – there’s a 0.000000000002 percent chance you might win a medal. That just seems insane to me. I’d rather my daughter was doing more important things, like watching Max and Ruby.
Zoned
For those of you who don’t know, we are in Belize. You may even know that we missed our plane Saturday morning, in case my poem/rhyme didn’t make sense. Here’s a photo journal if we have the photos.
We were suppose to catch the 7am connecting flight to Dallas Saturday morning. However due to poor planning, we barely missed the flight. The next flight to Belize is the red-eye flight connecting in Miami. We were always curious to see how our kids would handle the red-eye flight. Looks like we get to find out.
The kids had fun at night at the airport. We had to keep them up for the 9:25pm red-eye flight. They were barely holding up. When we get on the plane, Caris falls asleep in my arms rather quickly. It is hard to hold her the whole time for almost five hours. Caleb, however, does not do so well. The T.V. is on the whole time during the flight, and Caleb cannot peel his eyes off the television. He’s captivated by it. He only sleeps for 2 hours. And the one rule we have with Caleb that we forgot about… don’t mess with his sleep.
We have a five hour layover in Miami, so we’re hoping Caleb and Caris would just sleep at the airport. Caris does alright, although it is difficult for her to go and stay asleep. Caleb, again, has trouble. It doesn’t help that there are birds flying INSIDE the airport. But he just can’t sleep well outside his dark room.
<— See the birds?
Both kids are awake on the Miami to Belize flight. It’s morning time for them even though they only got a fraction of the sleep they normally get. And they’re hungry and it’s breakfast time. And it’s only a 2 hour flight. No point trying 2 hours to get Caleb to sleep for 5 minutes. Caris still tries to find time to get some sleep whenever she can though.
The flight to Belize is not the final destination though. Oh no. We still have to fly to Ambergris Caye. Big planes are not needed. In fact big planes won’t fit on that airport.
I know some might be scared of these little airplanes. But they are fun and exhilarating. The trip doesn’t end there though. A boat ride to the resort, and we should finally get there.
Now it’s time to lounge around. It’s been a long trip to get here.
And it’s hot!
Very hot!
But we’re here. And sometimes we just need to chill and zone out. Guess what we’re doing here.
Another Vacation?
We rented a golf cart the other day. On our way back to our resort from town, this guy stops us in the road. This guy happens to be one of those timeshare recruiter guys who offers you something in order to hear their spiel to buy a timeshare. Normally they give you free breakfast or lunch or even cash. We got $100 cash last time we were here. This was different though. Instead, he handed us this scratch off card like a lottery ticket.
Yvonne scratches her ticket gets one palm tree and 2 big X’s on her ticket. I scratch off my ticket and I got three palm trees. This is good, right?
Well, everyone is a winner here at Village Reef. That single palm tree gets you $25 or something. I don’t know the exact prize. But the real winner here is the three palm trees. We take a look at the back and that’s the big prize! There are three possible prizes. A) Caribbean vacation. B) $1000 HP Laptop. C) $700 US cash. I want the cash.
However the choice is not ours to make. There’s a “void if remove†part on the ticket will reveal what we actually won. However, we’ll have to go through the timeshare spiel in order to claim our prize.
The next morning we go back to there to claim our free breakfast and big prize. We meet up with Laura (who by the way was 100x better than the Williamsburg spiel-er). We were not interested, and went on to collect our prize. Guess what we got.
I could use a laptop or sell it. The cash works even better. But when are we going to be able to go on another vacation in the next 12 months? Worst off it’s not redeemable for cash and non-transferable (unless authorized, whatever that means). Hopefully we can sell this or give it away. The place was nice though.
No Nexus One for me yet.
Over the River and Through the Woods…
Off to Belize we go.
Mommy and Daddy and Caleb and Caris
Wake up early to go
Over the river and through the woods
Off to the airport we go
But Mommy and Daddy are late again
American Airlines says no
Over the river and through the woods
Off to home we go
The kids are tired, the parents are weary
But we’re going to sleep at home
Over the river and through the woods
Off to Belize we go
We’ll try tonight to go again
Our plans are put on hold
Obi Wong @ 8 Weeks
Yvonne Gives Birth To A Baby (Or Yvonne Might Hate Me After This)
I’m not really into those “I’m going poop†Twitter or Facebook status updates. Those types of messages usually fall into the disgusting, boring, and TMI category. But this requires a special post because of the monstrosity I witnessed today. I love you, Yvonne. The wonderful things you get to see while married and pregnant.
So I come upstairs to see Yvonne on the toilet going poo poo. I’ve been downstairs for approximately five minutes, and she’s been on the toilet the whole time. Naturally she’s a quick pooper and is done within a minute or two, unlike me and my male peers who can go for hours. So it was unusual to see her still there. Summarizing her own words, she said she had to go but it won’t come out. I leave the bathroom and begin to move our cat downstairs when she calls to me, “come see the baby I just made.†I’m thinking, “that’s disgustingâ€, and I have to move the cat downstairs. But she insists I look at this baby.
And boy oh boy, was that a big baby.
I have never seen anything like it before. It was beautiful and disgusting all at once. This was the poop of a lifetime. It was hard to measure since I didn’t want to stick my face in the toilet with this monstrous poop. But from my visual estimates standing up, I would have to guess that this baby was at least 4 inches in diameter and maybe 6 to 7 inches long. That’s like a small football (American). Yvonne probably lost like 4 pounds after that poop session. This was amazing.
Pregnancy can do fascinating (or scary depending on how you look at it) things to the female body. This is just one of the side effects, at least for Yvonne. You eat extra food, and that waste has to go somewhere. From a combination of being pregnant and a lack of drinking water, we were able to witness this once-in-a-lifetime poop.
I apologize for lack of pictures. A moment like this should have been captured on camera.
Update: I forgot to mention that this poop, not surprisingly, clogged the toilet.