only a C? maybe a D?

our one month pediatrician appointment was very exciting, X got a C (75%) in both height (22 inches) and weight (10 pounds, 12 ounces), and only a 50% in head diameter (not quite 18 inch). All in all life has been going well. We are sleeping sporadically and staying awake without being hungry. We have an occasional spontaneous smile and we are down to 4 BM's a day. Food wise he is a savage. he eats allot. That being said, i guess that is all to be said. I will post more pics after this weekend. we are traveling to Louisville and Lexington this weekend for a wedding and a concert. Should be fun, and have some nice pictures too.

Mutant boy X

truth be told, I have not taken a biology based class since I cut open a worm in middle school. Some how, I was able to make it through high school, collage, and graduate school learning the physical sciences and never once touching a biology or health science book. That being said, I believe my boy is a mutant. I may not have a lot of education to back that accusation, I am computer savy and able to look things up on line, and i am married to a doctor.
Lately we have been scrutinizing over Xavier, trying to decide who he looks like and determine what type of physical traits he may grow up exhibiting. We are Fairly certain he is going to be some what tall, have brown eyes (they are getting darker and darker daily), probably have dirty blond hair, no dimples, big ears and a cleft chin.... wait... a cleft chin??
After doing a little research we have discovered the following.
Genetically, the cleft chin gene is a dominant gene. in other words if you have the gene you have the cleft. This means that if one of your parents have a cleft chin, you have a 3 in 4 chance of inheriting it, because if one of the two genes you inherited is clefted, it overpowers the non dominate resulting in a physical manifestation. That is not to say that if you have one parent with a cleft chin you will have one. Do to it being a homozygous recessive genotype. This means that you have a 2 in 4 chance of not having a cleft. But I digress. The ultimate result of our findings was that in order to have a cleft chin, one of you parents MUST have a cleft, unless you have a spontaneous mutation. This is interesting because neither Karen, nor myself have a cleft chin.
so i conclude that my son is a mutant.
QED.

I give thanks

For family and friend. Yesterday my mom, sister, grandmother, nephews, and a couple of Karen's coworkers came over to partake of food. We had Turkey, and ham, mashed potatoes, sweet potato balls, backed apples, baked pumpkins, green bean casserole, sweet yeast pan rolls, fruit salad, cranberry sauce, Cranberry apple stuffing, Pumpkin pie, pumpkin roll, cheddar apple pie, and chocolate thumb print cookies.

Here are a few pics.

Dingos ate my baby

D.A.M.B,

here is the dead kola

late pics

These are the onsies I have made so far

The first on is for all of you dyslexic fans, I forgot that the iron on is transposed.

I think I got it right the second time...its a play on a Guinness add, because it is good for you :)

The third is a lego T inspired by the T i bought myself when we were at legoland in Germany.

The last is the newly designed dragon in the Medieval lego series, I think I like the old dragon better.

Gravey is meat in liquid form and beer is just bread in a can

Both Karen and I have issues with jingles. We mock those who write them and wonder how exciting there lives must be when they become famous for such things as "nausea heartburn indigestion upset stomach diarrhea." Their parents must be so proud. But i digress. this holiday season has had some winners, or are they?
The point of an advertisement is 1) get the clients attention and 2) make them remember our product. Well two of my new favorite jingles have failed. I have no clue of the product, I just remember the lines...
1) Grave is just meat in a liquid form
2) Beer is bread in a can.

The other ad that we are loving at the moment is the new captain morgans radio add. think real American genius with a festive party beat. so for now just remember... "I love you and you and you, because I'm a captain, captain, captain."

The death of a family frined

the squeaker has passed away. Today in a tragic turn of events Arthur's favorite toy has found his final resting place in the bin. When it comes to playing with toys, Arthur is a gentle creature. We have multiple stuffed animals that are still in tact, and plenty of squeaking toys that have yet to be neutered. A little while ago we purchased a hard plastic koala bear that had a squeaker in it. This was Arthur's pride and joy. He brought it everywhere with him. He lovingly squeaked it in the corner, and carried it up and down the stairs with him every time he went up or down the stairs. Well today, in a tragic turn of events, Squeaker was cut in half, Black Dalia style. He will be sadly missed. Here is a parting shot.

adventures in onesie land

Karen and I have some interesting taste. We have some strong opinions about things, and luckily we agree on about 80% of those things (the other 10% of the time we agree to disagree). Well this has become an issue when it comes to clothing our child. We both are lovers of music, wittiness, movies, and science. Sometimes we like to geek out a little by listening to some lesser known bands while playing family friendly board games. And truth be told, I have some weird interests, such as in rocks, and Legos. Well, we (Karen and I) have decided that X makes the perfect billboard to express our views and opinions. Unfortunately, the populace, as a whole, does not have an overwhelming love for all things Lego, so finding onesies that reflects that love is hard to come by. Thus I have decided to create my own.
Yesterday I wen out and bought some iron-on paper, and sat down at my computer and started to create out little advertisements. Now X has two styling new lego themed onesies, and has at least one guster and one BNL design in the making. I will put pics up as things progress.

Let me clear my throat

Genetics can be a funny thing. I got my intonation and my laugh from my father, and my sardonic outlook and stubbornness from my mother, and Karen has the grace and patience of her mother. Well, the other day we witnessed an event that made us gasp and say "he gets that from his mother."
SO i love my wife, very much. She is smart and beautiful and has a great sense of hummer and a greater outlook on life. This is no big shock. But something that may be a shock, is the sounds that can come out of her. Now I am not being crude, or rude, I am talking about her cough. She has a very loud, thunderous, dish rattling cough. Even if it is just a little "ahem" to dislodge some misplace saliva. It is the type of sound that make you lounge forward to give her support as you mentally prepare to handle the alien that is about to lunge out of her chest. My wife has beauty and grace 99% of the time. the one percent that slips to the wayside is when she coughs, and X has inherited this trait.
This discovery happened just yesterday with both joy and horror. X has a tendency to eat very noisily, and after he eats he has this rattle that lingers for at least 20 minutes. Every time he eats, we encourage him to cough, clear that airway, get some of those fluids moved to the right place, and generally he just glares at us and wheezes. Well yesterday he got that look on his face, the one that indicates that he needs to pass some gas down below, and then it happened. He opened nice and hide to let out a yawn, and instead a toad got run over by a very noisy steam roller. The cats jumped, that dog barked, and I believe the white river may have reversed its direction of flow periodically. But miraculously the rattle stopped. At first we thought, that was very weird, i guess it was a combo burp cough sneeze thing, hopefully that will not happen again. Well our hopes were dashed when he did it again, and again.
So I say again, genetics can be a funny thing. I just hope he does not get my laugh.

pros and cons.

So you want a baby???
here is a very short list of pros and cons that I have come up with.

Pro... You no longer have a pile of dirty clothes, you know have pile of clean close because you are doing at least a load of laundry every day.

Con... You have to do laundry every day.

Pro... you no longer have piles of dirty dishes in the sink because you have to wash baby dishes every day.

Con... you have to do dishes every day.

I hope that helped.