tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40506309970879598192024-02-21T09:48:12.223-06:00Can I Get That With A Side Of Mulcock?Sure...it increases your calorie intake. But adding a side of Mulcock to your life is worth growing a ghetto booty.Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.comBlogger537125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-3070293565584870672012-10-08T21:35:00.001-05:002012-10-08T21:35:31.486-05:00Who Is Dumb Enough to Go Camping With Babies? Us.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/08/2829.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/08/s_2829.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />What's that Gammies? You are bored of just sitting around the house watching Max play with toys? You want to get your gigantic cheeks out into nature? Caitlin had this idea that we, along with three other couples with kids age 3 or less, should go camping for two days in Lake Geneva. When she said that, my response was "that is basically the worst idea you have ever had. I can't imagine something I'd rather do less than what you just described."<br /><br />But, because I am a loving supportive husband, I manned up and decided to give it a shot.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/08/2830.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/08/s_2830.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Max enjoyed the ride up, mostly because we stopped at Culvers and he got to have chocolate ice cream. Most of it on him, but some got in there. Seriously, is there a happier kid out there?<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/08/2831.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/08/s_2831.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And we basically jumped right into the camping mindset. Sammy got all dressed up in his warm gear and kicked it under the open skies in a pack and play on and off throughout the day.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/08/2832.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/08/s_2832.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Max got busy playin with his homies and his homies' toys. We went up with Jon and Jess and their two kids Emmy and Jackson, with Dave and Ashley and their boys Eddy and George, and Lindy and Trevor with Jane and Kate. George was the oldest kid at age 3. Yeah, sounds insane, right? Well, it turned out to be awesome. We had a great time with our friends and their kids, Max got to have some great new experiences with tents, fires, and nature, and we got to be out camping...which is great.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/08/2833.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/08/s_2833.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We didn't completely rough it...we did bring Diet Coke. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/08/2834.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/08/s_2834.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />My little camping dudes...love them to death.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/08/2835.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/08/s_2835.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Emmy having some fun, mostly flirting with Max.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/08/2836.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/08/s_2836.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Jon and Jess and crew, just some new friends we be making...no big deal.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/08/2837.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/08/s_2837.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Here is what Gammy looked like around 7am. This kid did amazing camping. Only woke up once or twice just to eat...totally amazing.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/08/2838.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/08/s_2838.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Here is the kid I was most worried about...Max. But he loved it in the tent and his own bag. This was the moment we decided to move him into his own big boy bed, which I think has gone great. I could never have predicted having such a great two nights with these kids. Maybe Caitlin isn't as crazy as she sounds.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/08/3542.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/08/s_3542.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And the greatest picture ever. Max getting some lovin with treats in hand. Kid is a chick magnet...this happened without us instigating it.<br /><br />Thanks Caitlin for making me not be a weenie and providing an awesome adventure yet again!!!<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-32563367571548994292012-09-28T06:58:00.001-05:002012-09-28T06:58:56.191-05:00I Want Brains...In My MoufDudes trips. It has certainly been a while since I took a good old fashion dudes trip somewhere. So when my friend Geoff asked if I wanted to go with him to Toronto to run in a Zombie Apocalypse 5K, I immediately said "let me ask Caitlin.". Listen, u gots to get the okay from the woman. That is just a fact of life. But she said YES! Love that woman.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/397.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_397.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The day finally came. I was amazed that we were able to round up 6 dudes to drive 9 hours to Toronto as part of a 36 hour trip to run a crazy whack 5K. But these aren't your typical dudes either...homies: Matt, Geoff, Jake, Brayden and Jason all packed into Matt's Suburban and we began our ascent into hell (interpret as zombie apocalypse or Canada, however you deem appropriate).<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/398.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_398.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Matt and Jake commanded the rear for the first leg. We all drove and we all took turns in the caboose. It's how gentlemen behave, really.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/399.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_399.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You know how dudes trips go. It just takes a little time to break the ice, stop concerning ourselves with being responsible dads/husbands and to start getting crazy. Geoff planned a masterful schedule that included insane food to get the ball rolling. We pulled into Grand Rapids, MI around 11:30. This is our master planner Geoff and the man responsible for this trip.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/400.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_400.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Our stop was Yesterdog...a celebrated hot dog joint of the Midwest. No Chicago dogs here, they made that clear very quickly when they realized we were from the other side of the pond. We didn't care...we wanted to take in the culture of GR, MI...which apparently is juicy, slimy, fatty and delicious.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/401.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_401.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />See what I mean. A slab of dogs, one of two huge slabs that would soon be in our belly.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/402.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_402.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Lunch. This is where stuff really started kickin off nicely. Not only were we fat and happy, but we started to let the controversial and semi inappropriate conversation flow. No offense was taken on this trip...but we certainly danced on the lines of offense. It's crucial on a dudes trip.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/403.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_403.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />My second dog, half consumed.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/404.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_404.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The other half, about to meet its maker! Go to your home weenie! My belly!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/405.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_405.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Several hours and Night of the Living Dead later, we ended up in Canada. Toronto was a pretty dope looking city in general. Very new, very glassy. We pulled up right around sunset, so the view was postcard money.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/406.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_406.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The second we got out of the car, Jake did what any reasonable God-fearing American would do...he urinated all over Canada's face. Jake lost some his morals on the drive when we forced him to watch the Human Centipede trailer. I believe in that moment his faith in the goodness of humanity had a heart attack.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/407.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_407.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Our dinner stop was this - The Burger Priest. Geoff had done his research and we were all pretty amped to get some of this in our mouf. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/408.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_408.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />While there was nowhere to sit inside, we didn't care. Word on the street was that the meat was fresh daily and had been connected to a cow that morning. Wow. I needed it now. We ordered The Priest and fries without hesitation (well, first we had to dig up enough cash, which we barely had).<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/409.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_409.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Cuteness. They had pictures of "Saints" on the walls, which were just other amazing burger places in the US. I had been to all but one.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/410.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_410.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Much anticipation. I referred to the moment as belly immersion.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/411.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_411.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The crew, getting their burger on.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/412.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_412.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Here is The Priest. It made The Burger Joint, Shake Shack and In and Out feel like they were made from fecal matter when compared to the meet in this burger. I am not joking. I give this meet the highest endorsement I can possibly give.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/413.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_413.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Geoffs tongue was moving faster then his brain could get his mouth to the burger, that's how good it was.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/414.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_414.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />After that we hadn't had enough food, so we went to The Pie Shack in the Beaches neighborhood of Toronto. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/415.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_415.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Each piece was 1/4th a pie. Awesome. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/416.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_416.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We tried to reenact The Human Centipede for Jake, just to reinforce his disgust.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/417.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_417.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The pie was great, the ambience cosy, and the Congo didn't die for a minute.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/418.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_418.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />A quick picture of me to prove I was still on this trip. I had trip hair, obviously. It was at this time that we googled our hotel and realized we had an hour or more to drive, so we picked up our gigantic middles and waddled over to the car.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/419.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_419.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Not without leaving our mark...Beaches, we claim you as ours!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/420.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_420.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />More territory marking. We got to our hotel and slept well, despite nervous anticipation of the race looming. We got up early, breakfasted, and then headed over. Now I don't have a lot of photos of the event as not to destroy my camera, but let me say the race was epic and hard. It consisted of you running with three flags attached to your waist. As you run, hundreds of zombies try to get your flags. So basically, you end up running 3 miles like this:<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/421.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_421.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />This is Jake juking a zombie who is after his flag. Many zombies would chase you full speed for a hundred yards while you simultaneously avoid other zombies. The key was to stay in groups to confuse and draw the zombies to the side to create pockets of space to sprint full speed.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/422.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_422.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />There were also obstacles, including a gigantic slide into blood died freezing water. This is Jason, Matt, and randomly a girl named Cheyenne. Just like in zombie movies, we all made random friends along the way to help get through the race alive. Cheyenne apparently sacrificed her lives for these men. Amazing the bonds you create when facing death.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/423.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_423.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Out team (Zombie Bait) and three zombies. In this take only 21% of people survived and of that 21% we were in the top 10% for speed. Not an easy race - physically but also mentally.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/424.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_424.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I got chased full on by a zombie for 50 yards, only to eat it hard in some mud as I struggled to fly around a corner. Bloody knee, chest and arm. Fantastic. It was totally worth the drive and all the fun. After the race we headed home to back in time for Sunday.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/28/425.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/28/s_425.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We had to stop in Kalamazoo for some Indian food in a strip mall. It was surprisingly delicious. The perfect end to a killer weekend. We all dipped into some serious emotional immersion and came back stronger and a bit damaged. That's what dudes trips are really all about.<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-32234723762352480352012-09-26T06:49:00.001-05:002012-09-26T06:49:39.025-05:00<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/09/26/570.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/09/26/s_570.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Honestly, this blog post is a test. Do I eve know how to blog any more? What do I say? Will people even read this? All the insecurities are back and I only took a few months break.<br /><br />Well, I needed that blogging break. I have been doing it for about 7 years consistently. With the birth of Sam, I just felt like there was too much to do that was more important than blogging. Additionally, i discovered Instagram and got an iPhone, and that seemed like more fun and involved instant gratification and no writing. But I am ready to give it a go again. If anything, it's a fantastic journal for the future. <br /><br />Speaking of tests, Sammy tested out rice cereal the other day and even though it was made with water and tasted like stale air, he basically started swan diving his chubby little face into it like it was his last meal. Turns out he might be an eater (unlike Max). I guess something has to sustain all that chub, right?<br /><br />Alright, you can expect more posting.<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=This%20is%20a%20test%20of%20the%20blogcast%20system&z=10'>This is a test of the blogcast system</a></p>Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-11836129653611138272012-06-28T22:07:00.001-05:002012-06-28T22:07:01.231-05:00Random PhotosJust some random pics for you before we head out on vacation in Idaho for a few weeks.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/28/4077.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/28/s_4077.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Sam. You precious boy. You get cuter and cuter every day. You are still very much a newborn...needy, cranky at times, dependent in every single way. But you are starting to show signs of growing up. You smile sometimes, sit chill interacting with a toy, etc.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/28/4078.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/28/s_4078.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You got cute big eyes, unlike your dad's slits.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/28/4079.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/28/s_4079.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Yes Sam, do you have a question? What's that? Max isn't paying attention to you? It's not nice to be a whiner Sam. Max, pay attention to your brother.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/28/4080.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/28/s_4080.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Recently our neighbor posted this beauty of a sign. This is in response to Max steeling their little lawn flag that marks a sprinkler (for a reason unknown). Max loves a good flag and loves to run and wave the flag everywhere. It's hard to stop him, particularly cause he is so cute doing it. Well, this neighbor doesn't think it's so cute. In fact, it fills her with massive anger. This sign has been up for days! Everyone who walks by just shakes their head in shame for this cranky, sad woman. It's been comical. She actually purchased a security camera and has it pointing on the flag 24 hours a day. Classic.<br /><br />Anyway, just a random post.<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-36428588313357543192012-06-27T21:51:00.001-05:002012-06-27T21:51:05.772-05:00Happy Fathers Day to Me!For Fathers Day this year, I decided to try something new. Caitlin always asks me what I want, what I want to eat, etc. I usually respond "whatever you want to get me or make me.". This year I decided to just say what I want.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/27/3684.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/27/s_3684.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />So for food I told Caitlin I wanted to go to the Botanical Gardens for a picnic and to eat classy salads that have lots of mayo...like the kinds you find at Mormon parties. We dug it.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/27/3685.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/27/s_3685.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Food was awesome, but really Max couldn't wait to get into that garden.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/27/3686.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/27/s_3686.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We were able to slow him down and control him using these: twizzler cherry bites. Don't judge us.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/27/3687.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/27/s_3687.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />In the gardens Max really only wanted to do one thing...which is throw rocks in the water fountain. My ideal fathers day involves me just playing with Max, so that's what we did,<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/27/3688.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/27/s_3688.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Sam was a sleepy time guy.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/27/3689.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/27/s_3689.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Max and I laughed and played and did all sorts of crazy things.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/27/3691.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/27/s_3691.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />What a sweet boy to his dada on his special day.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/27/3692.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/27/s_3692.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I also told Caitlin exactly what I wanted for presents...but strangely, she decided to do what I always tell her to do. She got me whatever she wanted! It was all themed on things I can do with Max. Like the kite that I already blogged about.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/27/3693.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/27/s_3693.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Water guns for the beach!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/27/3694.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/27/s_3694.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />A book about Max and his dad! All things that I love and love to use with Max! After a delicious dinner of lasagna (my favorite food), I felt like I had had the best Fathers Day ever...until next year.<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-24830718316357726502012-06-21T08:33:00.001-05:002012-06-21T08:33:38.293-05:00Father's Day weekend fills me upCaitlin planned a jam packed day of fun activities for Father's Day weekend, including a Friday night at the beach and Saturday morning at the bounce house. If you didn't know, Max LOVES the bounce house. What 2 year old wouldn't? After that we headed down to the taste of Randolph street festival.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/856.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_856.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The place is crawling with food vendors from the many amazing restaurants on the few blocks west of the loop. Publican, famous for amazing meats, got my attention.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/859.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_859.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Yes sir, I will eat you.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/861.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_861.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Caitlin was attracted to De Cero's guacamole and chips...with good reason. We did both feel that maybe the guacamole was better in years past. But it is hard to compare year to year.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/862.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_862.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Something to know about the festival this year was that it was crazy hot. Like 97 and humid.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/863.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_863.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Here is proof. Max in a stroller. It is almost impossible to get Max in a stroller. It takes massive heat and a morning of bounce housing to get this kid to just sit down.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/864.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_864.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We got to the stage and tried to get Max to dance, which he loves to do. Not in this heat mama!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/865.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_865.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />With a little holding he got more into it.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/866.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_866.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Sam? He was in to sleeping next to my belly. Probably from heat exhaustion.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/867.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_867.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I got me some beef belly sandwich with all the good fixings as well. Holy good in my belly this was.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/868.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_868.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Get in there right now fool sandwich!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/869.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_869.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Max had pretty much had about much festival as he could handle after an hour and a half...so we made our way back to Yari.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/870.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_870.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />So coot.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/872.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_872.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Sam woke up at the tail end and I think was very happy to be free of my heat.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/873.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_873.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />After sleeping so long that day, Sam was wide awake that evening. This allowed us to take some cute shots.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/875.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_875.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Like this.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/21/876.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/21/s_876.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And this! Saturday was awesome with only more activity goodness to come!<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-17793869564667879862012-06-20T12:10:00.001-05:002012-06-20T12:10:07.648-05:00The Maiden VoyageFor Father's Day (on which I will report soon), Max gave me an amazing gift. When Caitlin asked him what he wanted to get me, he said a kite. So they got on Amazon and picked one out together. Today after work it was a Farley blustery day (even though it wasn't Windsday), so we decided to take that mother out for its maiden voyage. We went to the beach and prepared.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/20/1461.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/20/s_1461.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Max was insistent on flying the kite first, but he couldn't quite get it to stay up.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/20/1462.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/20/s_1462.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />So together we worked on letting out string at the right times and picking up the slack at times of decreased wind. Before you knew, we had a full-fledged kite flying extravaganza going on! Father and son style!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/20/1463.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/20/s_1463.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Look how much fun we're having! hoorabies! Max was so proud and sat and held the kite for a long time, watching it dip and swerve and dive.<br /><br />But, as is to be expected, he decided he would see what happens when you let go. That sent me sprinting across the beach at full speed, barely catching the line before it went into the lake. That, of course, was freakin hilarious to Max so the that is all he wanted to do. No dice homie...kite flying is going to resume another day!<br /><br />Awesome gift, awesome memory. Thanks Max!<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-6524190389848563532012-06-13T21:59:00.001-05:002012-06-13T21:59:08.960-05:00The Jammy Jungle<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/13/4028.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/13/s_4028.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Don't you hate it when you get all tangled up in your pajamas while you sleep? This is how Caitlin found Max this morning - completely disheveled and lost in his shirt. It didn't stop him from enjoying some milk and rice krispees though. Nor did waking up all confused prevent him from having an amazing day that included this:<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/13/4029.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/13/s_4029.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Swings! <br /><br />Solid Max, solid.<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-27958209807218330452012-06-09T08:32:00.001-05:002012-06-09T08:32:24.775-05:00Business Travel BoosWho really likes business travel? You don't really get to see or do anything, just sit in hotels. Meanwhile, you miss this:<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/09/873.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/09/s_873.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/09/874.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/09/s_874.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/09/877.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/09/s_877.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />See ya on Sunday homies!<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-49976754430147521572012-06-06T08:19:00.001-05:002012-06-06T08:19:21.389-05:00Kickin It At the ZooDon't let the last post fool you...we have ventured out with the dudes quite a few times since we have had Sam. Trips to museums, Costco, parks, the beach...and last Saturday, the ZOO!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/890.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_890.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Max was pretty amped when we asked if he wanted to go to the zoo that day. He ran and got his shoes on and chose a t-shirt...an awesome one at that. So when we showed up at a farmer's market in Lincoln Park first, he put his foot down on that. Get me to the ZOO!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/891.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_891.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Fine Max, fine. So we started walking north to the zoo. We mostly walked with a lot of swagger.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/893.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_893.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Until Max got bored of walking and joined Sam in the stroller. A friend hooked us up with a Juvi, so Max gets to ride like a playa!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/894.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_894.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Now Lincoln Park zoo is nothing special...but it is free and has just the appropriate amount of zebra butts to keep a 2 year old interested.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/895.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_895.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And a pretty darn decent monkey/gorilla house.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/896.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_896.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And one very active Sea Lion that Max watched for a good 15 minutes as he swam in circles.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/897.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_897.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Where to next Mama? Caitlin - I will punch the person who says this woman can't multitask.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/898.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_898.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We went north to Africa and saw some sizable giraffes and some pretty lethargic rhinos.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/899.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_899.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Not officially part of the zoo, but definitely one of my favorite Illinois animals, we saw this cardinal and talked about how pretty it is.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/900.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_900.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Max at this point started chasing seagulls and fells down and got his very first blood soaked boo boo. He was not happy about it and wasn't really sure what to do with blood. So, to lift his spirits, I got him a ride on the train. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/901.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_901.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Man did it work. That face is legit joy and excitement. He was literally ecstatic to be going in circles on this train. Even other parent's were watching him and not their own kid.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/902.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_902.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Hi everyone!!! Hi!!!!!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/903.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_903.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Sam found it pretty amusing as well.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/904.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_904.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Or maybe he was smirking at the flamingos. Hard to remember.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/906.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_906.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />On our way out I snapped a photo of Caitlin and precious BeeBee Sam. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/907.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_907.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And the whole fam with the Chicago skyline behind us. Yep, it's where we live. Chicago is at its finest in the summer. Nothing but fun.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/910.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_910.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And beauty.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/912.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_912.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Max took a break to instruct me that his boo boo had not gotten better and he needed medicine and a band aid when we got home. Fine Max, we are on it bro.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/06/914.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/06/s_914.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Is it possible for Max to have a better Saturday? Hard to imagine. Plus he got to skip his nap! Man, a day doesn't get better than this.<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-61492635885579931842012-06-05T08:41:00.001-05:002012-06-05T08:41:48.571-05:00My Guys (I'm Talkin Bout My Guys...My Guys!)Well, Sam is 6 weeks old. He is getting cuter and less newborn every day, which means we are sleeping a bit better and getting a little more out and about. Regardless, we still spend a lot of time I doors just kickin it with Sam.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/05/709.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/05/s_709.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Sometimes Mr. Grumps doesn't want to go outdoors to party, so he gets to just kick it on the bed.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/05/710.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/05/s_710.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And stare at mama (or more likely, the light or black frame on the wall)<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/05/711.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/05/s_711.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He doesn't cry nearly as much anymore and now you get a few 1/2 hour periods where he is pretty content just chillin.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/05/712.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/05/s_712.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Baths used to be a disaster, for example, but now he quite likes them. Who wouldn't want to sit in some nice warm water while someone gives you the rubdown? I know I would.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/05/713.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/05/s_713.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Baths are the best!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/05/714.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/05/s_714.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Transition to the other half of our world, which is almost always taking a bath at the same time with all his toys and drawing on the bathtub walls with dada.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/05/715.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/05/s_715.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Mittoo! Hey MITTOO! Stop putting the bath crayons in your mouth!!!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/05/716.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/05/s_716.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Oh, now you are going to hide from me? Listen mister...I know where you are.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/05/717.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/05/s_717.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Clean that mouth out right now young man! As you can tell, he has a harmless and almost comical naughtiness to him, which we all love and wouldn't change if we could.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/05/718.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/05/s_718.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The post bath ritual...watch one Disney cartoon on dada's iPad and read some books. Occasionally Sam will join.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/05/719.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/05/s_719.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And of course that almost always turns into crazy boy time if Max is involved. Okay, maybe I egg it on.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/05/720.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/05/s_720.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Mostly it's just tender times across the board with some brotherly bonding...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/05/721.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/05/s_721.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />...some hardcore silliness...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/05/722.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/05/s_722.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />...and all that good stuff. I have two very sweet boys.<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-19569356659058419882012-05-31T21:44:00.001-05:002012-05-31T21:44:04.087-05:00Oh Samn!In my last post I honored Max. Now I feel compelled to honor Sam. There isn't as much to write about him yet because Sam mostly just poops his pants, cries, sleeps, and eats milk from mama's boobies (as Nana Judes taught him to say). But in the short five weeks we have had him in our lives, here are some things I appreciate about him:<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/31/3350.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/31/s_3350.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- First and foremost - he sleeps better than Max! He started sleeping at night within a few weeks and he isn't as fussy at night. He usually sleeps his 2 1/2 to 3 hours, eats, then does it again. This is awesome and essential since Caitlin has two to deal with all day.<br />- Sam is ripped. There is no way he has torticollis (hooray!) and he already puts weight on his legs (something Max didn't do for about 11 months)<br />- He smiled his first groupings of smiles this week and of course they were with Dada.<br />- He takes a binki and a bottle. Yippee! <br />- he falls asleep on his own. This means you don't have to rock him until he is completely out, but can just put him down sometimes with his eyes open and he'll fall asleep on his own. This saves my arms and back from certain death. Bonus!<br />- his cheeks are soft and mad kissable<br /><br />Oh Sam. Keep at it and each week you are going to get better and better, love you!<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-41146699463976606652012-05-30T07:42:00.001-05:002012-05-30T07:42:21.709-05:00A Max Quick PostI feel compelled to write a quick post about Max. I wish there was a perfect way to capture him right now exactly the way he is so when I needed it, I could summon it up and smile my freakin brains out. He is perfection in a two year old and I love it. While I recognize that he will only get more awesome, there is something special about this age when they start to discover the whole world around them and internalize it to their naive and inexperienced minds. Everything is a funny warping of what they are seeing, what they have seen their parents do, and what they have seen in cartoons. The lines between those things blur constantly and its hilarious. Because I can't make a carbon copy of him at this age to reference forever, here is some stuff I love about Max right now.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/30/547.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/30/s_547.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- He doesn't have a bad bone in his body. He has toddler moments, but they never seem rooted in anger, malice or guile. And they are short.<br />- He knows how to use the word "love" and knows how to show love<br />- He is sensitive to sadness and pain, and is particularly protective of his animals and Sam. See photo above.<br />- When he is outside, he has to skip or run (unless he is tired from the beach)<br />- He likes to pretend. His obsession is monsters, dragons, giants and wolves. He finds them under rocks and in bushes, names them (things like tsotsot, nadio, and doda), puts them in his pocket, and then takes them home to give them a bath.<br />- He still idolizes me and his eyes/mind explode when I get home. I know that will end soon. Boo.<br />- He loves music, dances and sings any song he learns.<br />- He never wants to leave the house. Once he gets outside he never wants to come back in. He never wants to go to bed. I interpret this as a natural ability to be happy with what he has and where life places him.<br />- He says goodbye to people, church, the playground, museums, etc. Everything in his life has feelings and life...even buildings.<br />- He has nightmares or a rough patch at night and wants me to hold him and sing him songs. This is basically my favorite thing to do in the whole world. You can talk him through the nightmare (like, wolves can't get into a brick building like our house, so they can't steal his puppy dog or monkey), calm him, and then watch him fall asleep. I literally jump out of bed if I hear him cry because he is finally old enough that what I can provide is what he needs. Right now Sam needs mom, but Max is satisfied with me.<br /><br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-49802947106888153832012-05-24T08:15:00.001-05:002012-05-24T08:15:44.217-05:00MPM Explodes, Creating the Best Night of Max's LifeLast Friday night was an epic night that will always be remembered by many people. First and foremost, there is my homeboy Mitchell, best known as MPM. Mitch got to take a month off his last year in high school to do a senior project. His project? Create an entire electronic album and then put together a full launch party. Well, four weeks later we all began to gather at this park in Winnetka.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/670.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_670.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />While it was primarily high school kids, a few of us geeky adults made a home for ourselves out of the way.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/671.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_671.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Mitch set it up with two opening DJ's who played to get the kids warmed up. One of them collaborated on one song of the album.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/672.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_672.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The next person who had the time of his life that night was Max. See this picture? This was literally the way he looked for three hours straight. He ran and danced and marched.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/673.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_673.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He did dramatic poses mid dance to add emphasis on beats and particular moves.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/674.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_674.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He co-danced with homies Owen and Leah.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/675.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_675.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He even break danced some...this being his most famous move. It was like 78 degrees and perfectly sunny. There was never a better environment for Max to feel joy. After each DJ would stop, Max would run up and tell Mitchell, "Mitchell...I want more music" without us prompting him. This is my son.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/676.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_676.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Finally, as the sun was beginning to set, it was time for Mitch to take stage.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/677.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_677.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And the crowd began to really come closer and get ready for an amazing hour.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/678.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_678.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Not just high school friends, but all sorts of friends from Mitch's life, including young men's leaders like Dan.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/679.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_679.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Newborns like Sam who also was so pleasant that night.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/680.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_680.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Brother Nick and other YM leader Trevor.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/681.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_681.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Friends from the ward, including younger and older YW.<br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/PihtS803_tA" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PihtS803_tA" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PihtS803_tA"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/PihtS803_tA/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p>And the party was on. Just a flavor of how things got started.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/689.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_689.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />One of the highlight tracks on MPM's album "Aural Buzz" is a track called "JMu's Birds" which is a song named and inspired by my love of the Diplo camp of high treble drops with thumping bass. MPM used to mock it, but now with all the positive deedback on this track he is starting to respect the bird droppings.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/690.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_690.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />See the kids love it.<br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/gIP8FnTWU80" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gIP8FnTWU80" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIP8FnTWU80"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/gIP8FnTWU80/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p>Don't believe me? Watch them party their brains out to it. Yes, JMu's Birds is some hot tish my friends. Some hot tish indeed.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/701.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_701.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It started getting darker and, following the basic teenager rule that the darker it gets the crazier they get, the kids started upping the energy even more.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/702.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_702.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />With hand claps.<br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/H60CSVH7zS0" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H60CSVH7zS0" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H60CSVH7zS0"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/H60CSVH7zS0/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p>And huge moments of shoulder riding.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/705.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_705.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It was getting pretty epic and MPM was really feeding off it.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/706.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_706.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Not to mention, who doesn't love some good lights? I know Max does. It was about this point that Max had come closer from the grass and started trying to get right in with the crowd. He was stamping and dancing and doin his moves and the kids kept cheering him on, which he loved. He also chased the lights all around the floor and screamed with delight.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/707.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_707.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And so did the crowd.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/24/708.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/24/s_708.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />MPM ended his set with some solid shows toppers from a few popular artists. Everyone had a great time, most of all MPM. In a few weeks he is off to BYU to study music production and do those things that 18 year olds do. We will miss him around here, but he is off to bigger and better things. Thanks Mitch for all the amazing years!<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-4177660138548721092012-05-23T07:11:00.001-05:002012-05-23T07:11:45.899-05:00The Glorious Homecoming of Da Kid #2Sorry guys, I forgot to post this one a few weeks back, but it's got some cute pics I want posted, so it's going up now. It's from when we got back from the hospital.<br /><br />After two days in the hospital it was time for Samn to come home.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/23/607.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/23/s_607.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He got bundled up in his homecoming outfit, a snuggalicious little number sent to us by Kristin and Co in South Africa. He wasn't scared - he had his ginormous binky to suck on.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/23/608.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/23/s_608.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Top down view - so cute.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/23/609.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/23/s_609.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Max was SUPER excited to have his parents back at home and to be held by his mama! How could he not be.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/23/610.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/23/s_610.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />While we were gone, he and Nana invented a new game called Beach. Because it was cold outside, they turned his peach blanket into a beach and shredded paper on it to be sand. Then he would get his beach toys out and his guys and BOOM...tropics paradise!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/23/611.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/23/s_611.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Sam gave Max a scooter as peace offering...Max accepted this offering and loved it. It seems to have worked because now Max loves Sam. It's amazing what a simple gift can do.<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-9416628430483888242012-05-23T07:06:00.001-05:002012-05-23T07:13:00.990-05:00Brotherly LoveThe love has increased each day between Max and Sam. Each day I feel he becomes more comfortable with him around and has begun to include Sam in his speech when things we are going to do as a family.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/23/585.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/23/s_585.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Max gave Sam a kiss to help him not be sad.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/23/586.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/23/s_586.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />It worked!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/23/587.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/23/s_587.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Brothers, kickin it on a blanket and bonding.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/23/588.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/23/s_588.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Two peas in a pod these boys. Both with their hands in their mouth.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/23/589.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/23/s_589.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Our friend Lauren came over with her two boys. They are only a few days apart.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/23/590.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/23/s_590.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />And William and Max are only 7 days apart! We were meant to be friends and apparently we are on the same baby creation plan. I swear this was not discussed and planned in advance.<br /><br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-7814452537362645682012-05-21T08:14:00.001-05:002012-05-21T08:14:20.460-05:00Guess Who's Here!!!!I'll give you a hint: she goes by the name of Dama and she loves da keeeeds. That's right, it's my mom! <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/21/866.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/21/s_866.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Dama swooped in from Idaho to save us from the craziness for 10 days of assisted glory. She is wise with children and scooped them up into her care the second she got there. It definitely helped that Clarkie, Sam and Max's cousin, was born only a few weeks before Sam...so she has been getting a lot of infant practice as of late.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/21/867.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/21/s_867.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Speaking of infant...Samn!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/21/868.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/21/s_868.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />This trip has not been about going downtown and exploring Chicago. It has mostly been about surviving. This often develops into precious time watching a show and eating snacks. Sometimes it means bath time. Most often it has resulted in Dama carting Max down to the beach for a few hours.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/21/869.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/21/s_869.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />One of the best things was that Dama was here on Mother's Day! I decided to make the second meal of my married life (don't judge me) and cook a polenta bouillabaisse with mojo chicken. Yes I followed a cookbook and yes it was scary and hard - but I did it! Maybe my mom helped a bit. (again, don't judge until you have walked in my shoes)<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/21/870.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/21/s_870.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Mmm, I think it turned out awesome.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/21/871.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/21/s_871.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Pam agreed, though now that I am looking at it I don't think there was any food on that fork.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/21/872.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/21/s_872.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And then it was back to spending time with Max or Sam, who ever needs it the most at any given moment. This is a cute picture of Sam engulfing on one of his favorite activities...pulling Caitlin's hair while suckin on a fat binks. Who could blame him?<br /><br />We still got Dama for one more day and we intend to take full advantage! Hooray for visitors! <br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-52434831930724911722012-05-16T09:38:00.004-05:002012-05-16T09:38:59.909-05:00Fighting For My Sons' Right to Party<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/42106181" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"></iframe><br />
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I am one more son and a few years away from being able to do something as awesome as what this guy has done with his three sons. While watching this video, I had an amazing vision of my own sons forming a band and making their stamp on music history - and no I am not suggesting they become the next Hanson. Watch this video and enjoy how he remade the entire "Sabotage" video with his kids.Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-38929422349104841862012-05-15T08:45:00.001-05:002012-05-15T08:45:42.364-05:00Trace Shows Her Face...Just In TimeWe had a special visitor two weekends ago.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/15/890.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/15/s_890.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Trace Face!! She was a literal godsend as we had just gone through our first full week of being parents of two without anyone helping us. Tracy, a natural with da babies, grabbed Sam and quickly made Caitlin nap.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/15/891.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/15/s_891.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It was awesome having her in town. While we probably weren't as fun as we have been in previous trips, we did lots of bonding. We did take an excursion to the Kohl's Museum where Tracy had given us an annual pass for Caitlin's birthday. I trust Tracy to I strict Max about good music because she loves the Beastie Boys.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/15/892.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/15/s_892.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Hardcore beats at the children's museum...or classical I am assuming.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/15/893.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/15/s_893.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Now here she goes dropping science, dropping it all over....<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/15/894.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/15/s_894.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Making mad beats together.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/15/895.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/15/s_895.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I also got to bond with Max a lot as we always do at the museum.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/15/896.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/15/s_896.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Putting up shingles on the wall and catching potatoes that fall from the roof.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/15/897.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/15/s_897.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Max gives new meaning to the term plumbers crack, in this case painters crack. Look closely at his pants.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/15/902.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/15/s_902.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Hmm. We may have chosen a pair that was slightly too large.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/15/903.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/15/s_903.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We did some face painting and got silly.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/15/904.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/15/s_904.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Mama! Max had been missing all that close time he used to get with his mama, but having Tracy and Dada around was making it bareable.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/15/905.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/15/s_905.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Learning about shapes and colors.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/15/906.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/15/s_906.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And me...a dad of two boys. Doing my best to juggle the kids. Probably failing, but thanks to Tracy we succeeded for another weekend. Thanks Trace for coming and bringing amazing cookies and fun with you!<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-6448653637951798732012-05-08T07:10:00.001-05:002012-05-08T07:10:07.543-05:00Nana and Papa in Da HouseAs you already know, Nana was in town when Sam was born. This gave her lots of time to do the following:<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/08/591.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/08/s_591.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Yep...hold the baby. She was great to help us during that tough first week when Sam just wouldn't let us sleep. She took the first shift every night. Lifesaver. Soon after that, Papa showed up.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/08/592.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/08/s_592.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Max was all over that and began to monopolize his time, requiring lots of reading and game time.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/08/593.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/08/s_593.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Don't worry, he got to bond with Sam as well. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/08/594.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/08/s_594.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It was in those early days that Max started to show signs of acknowledging Sam's existence, including this precious scene of Sam crying and Max trying to comfort him with his Puppy Dog.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/08/595.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/08/s_595.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />A big kiss.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/08/596.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/08/s_596.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Sometimes the best thing we can do is get Max out of the house to give Caitlin some sanity and time to focus on Sam. So Papa and I took him to the architectural tour downtown. Lynn might have been the most excited to learn some history.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/08/597.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/08/s_597.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Max? He is always game and 100% amped to ride on a boat. He lives for boats.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/08/598.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/08/s_598.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />YES! Big Boat! Max did great even though it was freezing cold that day.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/08/599.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/08/s_599.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The preciousness overwhelms me.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/08/600.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/08/s_600.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />This was the last picture I got before Max realized he was so cold he was going to die and we went downstairs inside the boat. But he made it through 70% of the tour. Not bad.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/08/601.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/08/s_601.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And then it was back to more cutey pie Sam, whether sleeping....<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/08/602.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/08/s_602.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />...Or bewildered and awake.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/08/603.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/08/s_603.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Oh Sam, what will you grow up to be like? What will your personality be like? Only time will tell.<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-76252735771113871582012-05-07T08:33:00.001-05:002012-05-07T08:33:02.168-05:00No Sleep Till Heaven<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/07/1037.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/07/s_1037.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I can't believe the end of the Beastie Boys has come. Sure they had a long run, but for some reason I had the uninspired impression that the best of the BBoys was still ahead of us. Sure, they may stay together as a duo or bring in a new member...but "often imitated, never duplicated" is my feeling on that.<br /><br />The fact is that a legacy has come to a close upon the death of MCA. I got the news at work. Caitlin called me directly, knowing that I would soon be hearing from friends who would know the impact that it would have on me. She was wise...it's the type of news you want to hear from a loved one. I wanted to cry at work thinking about poor Mike D and Ad Rock and MCA's wife and kid. But since that was inappropriate, I hurried and found the biggest BBoys fan I could in the office and she told me all about the four concerts she attended in Chicago. She saw them with Run DMC. She was there for the inflatable penis. She saw it all. I was both comforted and made jealous by our conversation. All in all, it was therapeutic.<br /><br />The role of the Beastie Boys in my life has been one of continuous impact, inspiration, and joy. All weekend I thought about some of the great BBoy memories I have. Here are a few:<br /><br />1. My friend Joel from San Diego introduced me to a green cassette tape by a group called Beastie Boys. The album was Paul's Boutique and it literally blew my 11 year old mind. I still have that tape in my closet. It's broken, but I can't throw it away.<br />2. Mowing the lawn exclusively to Paul's Boutique for several summers every Saturday, dreaming of New York where there were no lawns to mow. I decided at that time that I would live there when I grew up. It sounded like the most magical place on earth.<br />3. Sitting in the back of the bus listening to So What'cha Want with friends on the way home from Junior High.<br />4. Laying on my bed listening to Ill Communication for almost 8 hours straight the day it came out. I went to Sam Goody to buy it after school. Realized some of the greatest songs to date were on that album.<br />5. Studying in my room to Fight For Your Right and having my mom literally walk in the door and ask "what's that noise" right when the song says that line and me sitting up to scream " Mom your just jealous it's the Beastie Boys" with the song and then laughing for about an hour because I couldn't believe that had happened.<br />6. Playing Paul's Boutique in my earphones almost every time I went night skiing alone at Bogus Basin.<br />7. I found out that Hello Nasty came out while I was on a mission in Argentina. I made my companion walk with me for an hour to Carrefour so I could just see the package and hold it. It took everything I had not to purchase it.<br />8. By the end of my mission I could only remember two popular songs that I could sing to myself on days I thought I was going to go crazy. One of those was "The Sounds of Science". I can still do it without any music or help on command.<br />9. I learned to run and work out to Hello Nasty in Phoenix or Provo.<br />10. Bonding with one of bestest friends Ashley over BBoys when the anthology album came out...including constant singing of Netty's Girl and Get it Together on road trips.<br />11. True to my word, I moved to NYC when I graduated...a place I had never even visited before except through BBoy songs. The first time I listened to Paul's Boutique after a year of living there I began to realize how amazing that CD is and how much of it I was just beginning to understand because I was living in NYC. <br />12. Being so poor my first year in NYC and begging a sales rep to buy me To The Five Boroughs because I couldn't afford it. He did and I listened to it the first time while walking over the Brooklyn Bridge alone.<br />13. Attending the premier of "Gunning' For The Number 1 Spot" directed by MCA and standing right next to Mike D and being completely stars truck and frozen like a fool.<br />14. Working at Baxter as an intern and finding out that MCA had cancer and they were canceling the two shows I had tickets to. I had no one to talk to about it so I just went into my boss's office and talked for a half hour. I am surprised they hired me. A fear that I would never see them on concert gripped me...one that has now come true.<br />15. BBoys released HSC2 just in time to help me heal from my shoulder surgery last year. Even though I could only do the recombinant bike, the BBoys made it bearable.<br /><br />Those are just a few. Since I was 11 they have always been there in the background and the foreground. While I am currently filled with a sense of loss, I am hopeful that my premonition that some of the best work from the BBoys is yet to come is not wrong. Maybe the death of MCA will inspire great solo work from the remaining BBoys? <br /><br />Until then...MCA you will be missed. Remember, No Sleep Till Heaven.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/05/07/1038.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/05/07/s_1038.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-25807087274916242882012-05-03T09:14:00.001-05:002012-05-03T09:14:24.828-05:00The Gift of Tenderness<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Some people write very tender things when they send gifts. Stephen is one of those people. For example:<br />
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<em><strong>"Caitlin, Good job on giving birth to a human child." - Stephen</strong></em></div>
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But whether or not your words are tender, when you give the gift of Tiffany's, you are a winner in Caitlin's eyes.</div>
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Being a big brother is not easy - it involves instantly giving up on a lot of stuff: some attention from your parents, time doing the things you like to do, flexibility in your schedule, etc. Its a lot to ask of a kid. So far Max has been quite the trooper. While he has certainly changed amongst the ordeal, he has been mostly patient and loving. The negatives have been a stronger case of wanting to do things his way and waking up several times a night crying for his mom and dad. Side effects I guess of having a second child.<br />
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At first he really wasn't that interested in Sam, but in the last few days he has started to take on the role of being a big brother. Watch the video above to see about the most totes adorbs brotherly love ever.
Max, we love you. Thanks for your patience in all of this. You are genuinely an awesome kid.Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-10467933742229539692012-04-29T15:58:00.001-05:002012-04-29T15:58:11.533-05:00Deja Vu In the Hospital<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/29/2770.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/29/s_2770.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The hospital stay with Sam was a good one. It was really weird doing this again - I felt like I was experiencing déjà vu. For example, we wrote the same thing on the white board for Max.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/29/2771.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/29/s_2771.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The same blankets tucked up so tight near that face that reminded me so much of Max. We both would call Sam "Max" over and over.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/29/2772.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/29/s_2772.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We had the same view and almost the exact same room.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/29/2773.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/29/s_2773.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We took a lot of the same pictures, including ones of me lounging with my baby boy on the plasticky recliner chair.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/29/2774.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/29/s_2774.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />But there was a lot that was different - the biggest being that Sam is his own dude. In this picture he was saying, "Dad...get your mind right, and your grind right.". Sam is a very cute little dude. He doesn't want the exact same hold, or calming tactics as Max. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/29/2775.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/29/s_2775.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I loved that the security tag is called Hugs and the one on Caitlin is called Kisses.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/29/2776.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/29/s_2776.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Max was mostly bored any time he came to visit us in the hospital. I understood - it's a small room and mom can't really play, so what is left but to just eat your shoe?<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/29/2777.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/29/s_2777.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Sam in one of his more smooshy moments. He is a boy that really loves his swaddle. He hates having his diaper changed or being naked in general. This is very different from Max who glories in nudity and a clean bum.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/29/2778.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/29/s_2778.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We had our couples dinner again. Caitlin and I enjoyed spending time together alone. The hospital was actually like a nice long weekend date for us.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/29/2779.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/29/s_2779.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Oh. Here is a HUGE difference between Max and Sam. Sam likes a binky. Max despised them. It is so nice being able to sooth a baby with something other then bouncing them up and down to techno music. <br /><br />Big shout out to Nana for watching Max while we were in the hospital!<br />Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050630997087959819.post-76387734303681531762012-04-23T14:37:00.002-05:002012-04-23T16:17:36.331-05:00Is Mike D the Father of My Baby?There has been a long time comparison of Doctor Spock to Mike D of the Beastie Boys. Take a look for yourself:<br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/23/2244.jpg"><img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/23/s_2244.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="253" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/23/2245.jpg"><img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/23/s_2245.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="257" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br />The likeness is primarily found in the ears. Now, take a look at Sam's ears:<br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/23/2246.jpg"><img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/23/s_2246.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="186" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br />Coincidence? I think not. I thought the weekend that Mike D spent in our house in Florida 9 months ago was innocent...but maybe not? Whether or not Mike D is the father of my child, his ears indicate awesomeness or an out-of-this-worldness!Side of Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899720327165941804noreply@blogger.com0