school, vacation and buffness

It's an exciting day today. In about 20 minutes Z-Dub is returning to school after 6 months at home. I think we're more excited than he is, but at least there's excitement. I know what you're wondering, "why is he starting school in the summer!?!" Actually, it's a summer academy in preparation for preschool in the fall. He's going to have a lot of fun as each week is themed, such as art, music, travel, culture, etc. I'm sure he'll learn a lot. And he's going to have an instant classmate as his cousin is enrolled as well.

HotMomma is looking forward to having a break. Z-Dub has been a handful lately. He needs an outlet for his energy and imagination. School is the perfect place. Besides, when it finally get's Vegas hot (it's been unseasonably cool this June), it's difficult to find things for him to do because outdoors isn't an option during the daylight hours. A lot of the time it's even too hot for swimming in the pool. He can only watch so much Wonder Pets!

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You may remember my rant about our elusive vacation. Well, with health issues resolved and two weeks off from work beginning this weekend, I took the plunge and booked us a trip. We're not going to go too far from home, but it's a vacation none-the-less. Z-Dub is going to have a blast here. I'm looking forward to chillaxing on the beach.

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Finally, with my renewed workout regimen in full swing with noticeable results, I'll have no issues with being topless on the beach. Queue the paparazzi. By the way, what are your thoughts on manscaping?

prick!

I hate needles. I hate needles. I hate needles. I hate needles. Yep, I hate needles. You get the picture. And tomorrow I have to get blood drawn for a series of diagnostic tests. Needless to say, I'm freakin' the f%*k out in anticipation. I'm such a wimp.

This is going to be way more difficult than getting my dangling bits groped by the male doctor and an ultrasound tech. There are six things that may happen at 9 a.m. tomorrow...

1. I may throw up.
2. I may pass out.
3. I may (unintentionally) smack the nurse.
4. I may run away while screaming like a girlie b#tch.
5. I may cry.

or, finally...

6. I can man up and take a prick without causing a scene.

Let's hope No. 6 happens, otherwise it's going to be embarrassing. I wonder if they charge more for Nos. 1 through 5?

something to be happy about

I haven't heard great news like this in quite a while. All of us in the blogosphere learned today that after more than two years of trying to concieve, with the help of modern medicine Xbox and his wife ET are finally expecting. 

Those two have been on an heartwrenching journey. They've experienced a rollercoaster of emotions that included hope, optimism, desperation, sadness and disappointment as each month's cycle came and went. Despite it all, they never gave up. It makes me happy to finally see them achieve what they've longed for. I can't wait to read their all-too-familiar pregnancy stories and, finally, the welcoming of a new life. It's an incredible thing.

Congratulations to Xbox and ET!

a weekend of firsts

We've been through these milestones before with Z-Dub, but it doesn't take away from the excitement. The Deuce is entitled to the same attention from his excited parents.

This weekend we achieved several. First, and most important, The Deuce cut his first tooth. It's way earlier than Z-Dub did. Of course, he's been grumpy as a result, but not too bad. This weekend also was time for The Deuce to graduate to the high chair. In doing so he started on baby food too. He's also been gnawing on baby biscuits. He's had quite an exciting weekend.

And finally, my favorite milestone is his repeating of "Dada." He's been saying it like crazy all of a sudden. We also got him to repeat "Dog." Or at least that's what we hear.

Here's a bonus video. You can't deny his cuteness.



As for Z-Dub, he's going through a bit of regression this weekend. He keeps crapping in his pants. It's been a muddy mess and we're frustrated.

progress

My quest for renewed buffness is in full swing. I started this mission a month ago after realizing I look pretty ridiculous at the pool with my spaghetti arms and chicken legs. Not to mention my non-existent ass. I know...too much information.

Since I made this declaration, I've been working out fairly consistant -- at least four evenings a week. I think I can see a difference. HotMomma says she does, but I don't know if she's just saying it to build my confidence. Hopefully she's not f#%king with me.

Now that I'm back to working out regularly, I also want to get into something to get the heart pounding, blood flowing and sweat pouring. Yesterday, as I was driving to work I passed at least 15 people out for a morning run. It made me think I want to start doing that again. Years ago I used to do it in the evenings. I would put my headphones on and just take off. It was exhilirating.

Right now it's too hot during the day, but early morning, just as the sun creeps over Sunrise Mountain in the east, the weather is ideal. It's warm, but not too warm. So I think in the next week or two I'm going to start. And I think I'll keep my shirt on for now.

First thing's first though...I need to buy new running shoes. After a recent purge of old and worn out shoes, I'm down to only dress shoes for work and sandals. It's time for a trip to the outlet mall.

my kid can write...sort of

Recently, Z-Dub has become very interested in writing, which makes us very happy. At three years old our first goal is to get him to spell his name. We've been working on it. However, last night he decided that he was going to spell my name.

"Okay Daddy. I'm going to spell your name now," he said with excitement.

With a pen in hand he says the letters out loud as he writes, "e, u, s, e, u, e. I did it Daddy. I spelled your name."

And this is what his interpretation of the alphabet looked like:

And I still haven't figured out the obscure language in which my name is spelled Euseue.