Monday, February 23, 2009
Look who's two fisting some food..
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
WTF?Wednesday
I'm starting a new weekly column. Not sure for how long but maybe it'll catch on. Its WTF? Wednesday. The idea to share the random crap that gets said that makes you scratch your head and say WTF? Feel free to plagerize and post your own. I always wanted to be a trendsetter.
Ready for this week?:
"My office chair sucks. Sitting in yours feels like an ass vacation"
"Yay ass vacation!"
Its a no-go today
Alan was scheduled to get his G-tube today, but got cancelled. His nose is still just a little too stuffy for it to be safe to go under anestesia. So instead we just hung around the house and did pretty much nothing. Hopefully in a few weeks we can try again.

And it means that I'm back to working tomorrow that I was going to take off.
And it means that I'm back to working tomorrow that I was going to take off.
Your Dreams
Take me to where you dream
Little one
Take me to where you go when I lie next to you
And watch your eyes close and your mouth form
An involuntary half smile
To this place
Where native hearts beat strong
Babies stay warm at mother’s breast
Grow up quick to run and play
Each full of joy
No clouds, no fear
Is this the place where your angel friends
Run free
Beyond the bonds of broken bodies
Held back no more?
And children of famine and war
See that there is more
Than destruction loss and emptiness
In this place, it is always day
Children find their reward
For the innocence
That never went away
Winds are gentle
Playgrounds sprout from tree and grass
Or are your dreams
In a place just as dark as ours?
Is fantasy broken by
Sadistic thought, fear, evil, death
Do the monsters chase you even there?
And is there even a place of peace?
Does it exist?
Even beyond that final and deepest sleep?
Could it be
The only reprieve for all of us
Will only be rest?
Rest
Little one
Take me to where you go when I lie next to you
And watch your eyes close and your mouth form
An involuntary half smile
To this place
Where native hearts beat strong
Babies stay warm at mother’s breast
Grow up quick to run and play
Each full of joy
No clouds, no fear
Is this the place where your angel friends
Run free
Beyond the bonds of broken bodies
Held back no more?
And children of famine and war
See that there is more
Than destruction loss and emptiness
In this place, it is always day
Children find their reward
For the innocence
That never went away
Winds are gentle
Playgrounds sprout from tree and grass
Or are your dreams
In a place just as dark as ours?
Is fantasy broken by
Sadistic thought, fear, evil, death
Do the monsters chase you even there?
And is there even a place of peace?
Does it exist?
Even beyond that final and deepest sleep?
Could it be
The only reprieve for all of us
Will only be rest?
Rest
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Happy Sunday
Alan just wants to say hi.

Nothing too exciting going on here. I've got to finish up my homework since this next week is going to be busy. I just did not so awesome on my human development quiz. This time even after doing all the reading in the RIGHT textbook and having the book to reference during the test. Oh well. I work tomorrow so I have to finish everything up today. And.. we'll be parting with some of our baby gear. Giving it to our friends who are expecting. Guess our kid is growing up.
Nothing too exciting going on here. I've got to finish up my homework since this next week is going to be busy. I just did not so awesome on my human development quiz. This time even after doing all the reading in the RIGHT textbook and having the book to reference during the test. Oh well. I work tomorrow so I have to finish everything up today. And.. we'll be parting with some of our baby gear. Giving it to our friends who are expecting. Guess our kid is growing up.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
89 bottles of pediasure on the wall..
Every wondered what a cabinet full of Pediasure looked like? I figured it out and there are 712 oz in there and about 21,360 calories. Yay! Thanks WIC for hooking us up.
We counted 20 lbs the other day with our crude dad-get-on-the-bathroom-scale-with-and-without-the-alan method which would be about 9 kg. We'll have to wait and see what the official weight is yesterday but he sure looks like he's growing.
And its bulking up our little man:)
Four more days until surgery and then hopefully No More NG!!!
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