Comic Strip Saturday - Dad's Superpowers


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Chocolate and Gold!!

Call us fun ruiners, but we don't celebrate Halloween in our house. It's our decision so please no posts about it's fun for the kids. We are aware of our choices for our children.

All righty then.

As a kid, my parents did celebrate Halloween. One year, my mother took my brother and I through the neighborhood of the townhome we lived in. I forget what we were dressed as, but I'm assuming that it had something to do with blood coming from our mouths.

After a sucessful evening, we come home to display our spoils of war with our mother. Being the mother that she was, we could only have a few pieces. She had this thing where she didn't let us eat a lot of sugar. Our cereal was never the fun kind like Fuity Pebbles, Count Chocula or Cookie Crisp. It was Corn Flakes, Cheerios and Rice Krispies.

Anyways, after getting rid of all the razor blades and syringes that were in our bag, she combined our bags into a big bowl and placed it on the bar next to the fish bowl. The next morning my brother and I rushed downstairs to get some candy before the warden our mother woke up. I go to grab a piece and it wasn't chocolate.

It was gold...

And slimey...

That damn fish jumped from his fish bowl into our huge bowl of candy.

WTH?!?

You got to be kidding me.

So we go tell our mom what happened. She then dumps our candy, that stoopid fish and our candy land filled dreams in the trash.

Stoopid Stoopid fish.

Looking back, maybe we were being protected. Maybe there was a reeces peanut butter cup laced with hepetitis or something.

Whatever you do this weekend, Be safe and have a great one.


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Juggling Eric Origins: Disco Seth

When I started blogging about being a father and husband, I noticed a lot of the dads used nicknames for their kids. I assumed that this was a way to protect them from potential stranger dangers.

Yesterday was my son's second birthday. I call him "Disco". Here is a video of why I call him what I do. These are just four pictures that were taken of him the first 24 hours of his life. I happened to scroll through them and I saw a future embarrassing wedding video.

Please enjoy todays Throwback, "Juggling Eric Origins: Disco Seth"




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The Story of Seth!!

After my oldest daughter was born, my wife and I were content. We had my [step]son and now our baby girl. Within a few months we had to deal with our daughter being sick all the time. And I mean all the time. My wife was constantly taking off from work. She filed for FMLA and was out about 3 months. It was about to run out and they gave her the option to come back to work or to resign. We talked about it and she resigned.

It turns out my daughter has IgA deficiency. It's an immune disorder that makes her prone to illnesses and infections easier than others. She had GERD, numerous ear infections, coughs, colds, and even got a staph infection in her first nine months. She has had multiple invasive procedures to try and figure out what was wrong.

During this time my wife, who has previously stated she wants more children, said that she didn't want anymore kids. MaddSkillz was a breeze, outside the typical ear infections or colds. But trips to the Hematologists, ENT, and Gastros wore her out. I was bummed, because I wanted to have two more. But whatever Momma wanted, that's where I went.

Slowly she started to sway on the matter. She was considering it again. Maybe it was because Ladybug was getting better, but a short time later she was pregnant. We were excited. We were also concerned about what if this happens with this kid as well.

KC researched about the benefits of Cord Blood Storage. We found out that the saved cord blood could help with disorders such as what Ladybug has. We were going to do everything we could to save enough money to pay for the storage.

One day we get a phone call from the Cord Blood Registry. They told us that we approved to get the collection and storage for free.

Yes.

For Life!!

YES!!

If anything were to happen with Ladybug, we would be covered.

Like with Ladybug, KC ended up being on bed rest for my son as well. Her water broke while we were at a Halloween Party. I'm glad it did, because I had fallen asleep on the couch with the kids. We left Ladybug with grandpa and we trotted off the the hospital.

The labor went pretty quick. They didn't even have time to administer any anesthetic. Seth was born early in the three o' clock hour. My son was here. The first born son of a first born son of a first born son was here. I was concerned that I had given all this love to Ladybug that I wouldn't know how to treat this kid the same way. But when I held him, I love just flowed openly from my heart.

He was a month early and labeled pre-mature. He had to stay an extra day in the hospital which killed us. KC was discharged but they told us we could stay until 11PM. We milked every last second of that hospital room with him and was back first thing in the morning.

"Seth" means "at the appointed time." We weren't planning on having him when we did. Why would he come at 36 weeks instead of 37? Why would he come at a time when we were concerned about the health of his sister? The free gift of the cord blood? It was all at the "appointed time."

We haven't had to use the cord blood for Ladybug yet. She's gotten better as she's gotten older. Disco has grown into a cannonball of excitement. He will walk up to his mother and I and just hug us and tell us that he loves us. He's fearless and indestructible. He loves his sisters and brother and is spoiled rotten by his Nana.

Happy Second Birthday, Seth Daniel. You are a blessing upon this family and everyone that you meet. Daddy loves you with all his heart. Thank you for being my son.

Below is a video that I actually put together BEFORE he was born. I was driving home months before he was born and I heard this song on the radio. The events of that day [in the future] played out in my mind. So when I took these pictures, I was documenting what I had already planned. So, if you want to see more sentiment and have five more minutes to waste. I invite you to see the blessing that happened on October 28, 2007.







Tomorrow I will show another video of how he was dubbed "Disco Seth."

Thanks for checking us out. Have a great day.



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Baby Nosfuratu Loses Voice!


We had a tough weekend. It started Thursday night when I took the wife back to the hospital for the second time that week. She ended up staying until Saturday afternoon. Before she came home, I was dead tired. Both times last week when I took her in, it was after midnight. So my chores and schedule that I've worked hard to keep up with had fallen through. Some people might say, "that's okay, you have a lot going on." But it doesn't work that way with me. It's almost like a compulsive disorder that I have. If there is a big pile of dishes in the sink or laundry that needs to be folded, I can't concentrate. I can't work while I am at home because I feel claustrophobic. But I was able to catch up on everything that I slacked on the previous days.

I even got to play Marvel Ultimate Alliance 2 for a couple hours with my son. The other options were Batman Arkham or Smackdown/RAW 2010. I chose Marvel because I'm a dork, plus if I was playing Smackdown, I would have spent the entire time creating a wrestler instead of actually playing.

My little one turns 1 year old in a couple weeks. During this past year, I can say that she has probably slept through the night about sixteen times. Now it's not like we live next to railroad tracks or we party like it's 1999 all the time. We are actually the most boring people we know. For the past two nights, she has woken up and we could not get her to fall back asleep.

Saturday night she woke up and we couldn't get her back down the normal way. I even tried a 2am drive around the block. The only person that fell asleep was Daddy. She wasn't hungry. She didn't have a fever. And she screamed relentlessly every time we tried to lay her down. Finally, I gave her some Tylenol, a bottle, and laid her down in her crib. I have never put my kids to bed with a bottle before this one. And if I do, it's only because I have to leave the house at 5:30 and her 3:30 wake ups will almost always cause me to miss my alarm if I stay up with her longer than a change and a bottle preparation.

Sunday night more of the same. My wife was already up. Her sleeping schedule changed when she was in the hospital last week. She now has the sleeping habits of Nosferatu. The baby woke up and never went down. She screamed and screamed when she tried to lay her down. She had screamed about 20 minutes when I got up again and took her to the kitchen. It was about 4:30 by this time. The wife wanted to know why I got her up. I said she is on the verge of losing her voice (seriously) and even if she is tired, she does not need to lose her voice. I gave her some more Tylenol and some apple juice, sat with her on the couch and she was out in ten minutes.

At 5AM, I was hoping she would sleep at least three hours. She woke up at seven.

We don't know why she won't sleep through the night. She is not teething. She does not have a fever. She is not hungry. She does not sleep too much during the day. She sleeps for about an hour and a half after lunch and I lay her down around 8pm. She's usually up at 11:30 for a bottle, 3 o'clock and then 6 o'clock. Each of these and she'll sleep until the next time. Save six when she sleeps another hour, maybe.

Recently, I've tried to just hold her until she goes back to sleep. I've had mixed results.

She weighs about 21 pounds. So she's not failing to thrive.

My thoughts last night were because Mommy was up. She hadn't seen Mommy in a few days because of the hospital. She just wanted to be with her.

But I don't know. She'll be a year old soon. I feel she's old enough to sleep through the night. Both her brother and sister had been at this point. We're going to have our new baby soon, and I really don't want to play dueling babies every night.

That could also be the problem. She somehow has baby spider sense that tells her a new baby is coming.

Any of you other parents have this same issue? How did/do you handle it? Any ideas to what this kid's problem is?

Have a great week my friends.
Eric


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Pretty Dang Exciting (10/24/09)

I realized that if my life were a comic strip, it would be called "Pretty Dang Exciting." It's loaded with irony of course, because my life is actually the opposite of "pretty dang exciting." But it's something I can have fun with. Hopefully you enjoy.


PRETTY DANG EXCITING



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Not so much.

I took my wife to the hospital late last night. She's 26 weeks pregnant and was having contractions most of the evening. Some may call it Braxton-Hicks, but we don't. Especially when they increase in strength every 2-6 minutes. She hasn't dilated as of 12:30 this morning. They gave her a shot of Terbutaline which yielded no results. They're going to give her another dose to see what that does and possibly take her out of triage to the Labor and Delivery or Ante-Partum care. I had to come home to get some rest (4:30) and to make sure the other 3 kids are ok when they wake up. Also to give MIL a break to let her take care of her things today.

Hopefully she comes home today sometime. I'm going to have to call in FMLA to work today and possibly tomorrow. She has a history of pre-term labor with the other children. We thought we could make it thru this one without complications. Not so much.

So, I'm going to probably take a few days to a week off from this thing. Please forgive me while I try to regroup. I might have something on here because I'm tired of doing laundry or something.

If you pray, please pray for my wife Kristie. If you don't pray, but feel led to pray. Please pray for my wife Kristie.

Thank you very much my friends. Take care and God Bless.



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Wrestling Zombies - Throwback

This is a video that I along with four other made in MultiMedia Class last semester. It was my first semester back in school after being gone for 12 years. Our final project was to make 2-5 minute video about anything. Not wanting to look like dorks on video infront of class, we used my son's wrestling figures and made the Cult Classic you see below.

Just a bit of trivia... This video has the most hits of any Wrestling Zombie film on YouTube! I hope you enjoy.






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Happy Birthday Ladybug

Today is my Ladybug's 4th Birthday. She's been looking forward to this day since October 15, 2008. I look at her sitting across from me at the table and can't figure out where the time went. It was 4 years ago that she changed my world. Not to take anything away from my relationship with MaddSkillz, but Ladybug was my first baby that was born. Little did I know what I was getting into. I have never been frustrated with any other person on this planet, yet love them so unconditionally. No other person has forgiven me the way she has. She's become so independent in the past 4 years that her mother and I are only here to open the childproof pantry door.

She's so funny, brilliant and a quick wit. She's also the person we go to when we don't know what her little brother is saying.

Below is something that I wrote for her 24 hours before she was born. I had no clue that she was going to be born the next day. You writers out there, please forgive me of my 7th grade iambic pentameter poetry style. (If I even managed to make it a pentameter).


Dear Loreli,
Every morning that I wake up,

The more I think about you.
I wonder about the life you'll live,
And proud of what you do.

I can't wait to see you when you're born,
To hold you in my arms.
I'll do my best to raise you right,
And to keep you away from harm.

I can see the first time I hold you,
With tears welling in my eyes.
'Cause God has blessed me with my
New daughter named Loreli.

I dream about your first steps.
How you'll wobble around the house.
To watch over you as you're sleeping,
While being quiet as a mouse.

I'll watch you in our backyard,
With Gideon and Smitty,
When you get hurt from falling,
You come run crying to me.

I'll teach you all the wrestlers
You'll watch with Michael and I.
I can't wait to teach you how to swim,
But I don't know how to dive.

Will you have my humor
And Mom's sense of style?
When you walk into a room
Will you brighten it with your smile?

Will you be taller like your Dad
Or shorter like your mother?
Will you play softball, do ballet,
Or join karate like your brother?

Maybe you will love to draw
Or play the violin.
You'll be funny, smart, quick and kind,
Courageous and giving.

I'll try my best to keep my word
When I teach you have to drive.
That I won't jump out and kiss the ground
Just thankful to be alive.

And when a boy asks you out,
I'll try hard to be nice.
And if that JERK hurts you once,
It will not happen twice!!!

And when it's time to graduate,
I hope you know what to do.
That you would choose A&M
Over the t-sips at t.u.

And then there will come a time,
When I will have to give you away.
I know that God has chosen this man
For you. So I will be ok.

And then I'll wake up in the morning,
And love and miss you more.
I'll remember about the things we've done,
A Daddy with his Baby Girl.

But here I wait for the day,
That I've longed for all these years.
I can't believe I can love and miss
Someone who is not yet here.

Love,
Daddy.














HAPPY BIRTHDAY LADYBUG!! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU AND THANK YOU FOR BEING MY DAUGHTER!!


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My Brother is Leaving..

This Thursday, my younger brother Evan leaves for Afghanistan. He is in the Air Force and this will be his first tour in a conflict area. He has been in other areas during his time in the military. He's been to various places. Such as Korea, Spain, Germany and Rhode Island.

My first memory of my brother was shortly after he was born (he's 3 and a half years younger than I am). We were at home and he was crying in his bassinet. I remember my mother saying that he was crying because he was hungry, so I returned from the fridge and put a hot dog wiener next to him in his bed.

After our parents divorce a couple years later,
we pretty much only had each other. We changed schools each year, so the friends we had in school or in the apartment complex were gone when the twelve month lease ran out. Sibling rivalry existed. I was the oldest, but he was the husky bigger brother. I'm not proud to say that I've drawn more blood and cause more broken bones for him than he's done for me.

During our teenage years, I was the good kid and he was the problem child. I got good grades. Evan. Not so much. Shortly after he graduated high school, I think that’s when he realized that he needed to get his crap together. He developed a skill and stuck with it. He got a job with the civil service and worked at an air force base here i
n town working on the planes and he stuck with it. Right before 9/11 he joined the reserves. Since then, he's been activated pretty much the entire time. The past five years we've taken a couple different paths. I've settled down and have had lots of kids. He's not ready for that right now. But he has things squared away better than anyone else I know.

His nephews and nieces LOVE the stink out their
Uncle Evan. Or is it his air hockey table that that love?!?


I know his going away is going to be torture on our mother. With her living in New York, the time apart will probably be no different than usual. But just the fact that one of her sons are potentially in harms way must scare her on a daily basis. I'm sure I share concern for his safety as much as our other brothers and sisters, and I have faith that he will be protected and cared for while over there. My family will pray for him daily. We will look forward to any correspondence from him and anxiously await his return.

This just hit me while typing this. He is not going to be here when his newest niece or nephew are going to be born later this year and it saddens me
. But I'll be sure to tell them that Uncle Evan can't be here because he is making it safe for them to live over here.


I love you very much little brother. I'll pray for you daily and I couldn't be more proud of you. Take care of yourself and come home safely.

And you know what is ironic? All through high school and college, I was the one that was pushing for the military. I was in JROTC in high school and the Corps of Cadets at Texas A&M. He was the one that would tell me that he would punch anyone who got up in his face telling him his shoes weren't shined right.


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Happy Hour at The Playroom

It was a cold wet weekend in San Antonio. MaddSkillz went to his grandparents for a couple days and the rest of us just chilled at home. Since we were cooped up we decided to make the most of it. With mom fulfilling her bed rest for the weekend recommendation by her doctor, the kids and I decided we'd play in the living room.


We took off the cushions from the couches and gathered up random pillows. We stacked them in a pyramid-esque style, covered them up with a bed spread and processed to climb the nearly 3 foot high pillow mountain. Ladybug and Disco fought for control and title of "King of the Mountain". Even Ladybug, no matter how many times I referred to her as "Queen" of the Mountain, she still called herself KOTM. After Daddy was banished to the bottom of the mountain the majority of the time, the mountain was torn down and we then made a cushion slide.

There really is no "slide" about it. It just resembles the rudimentary design of a slide. The kids would flip and roll down the slide. I then attempted myself. I would like to say that no one was injured or holes placed in the drywall due to my involvement. If there had been a video camera rolling, I don't think it would have been as safe.

Grandpa showed up with some glow sticks. These dollar gifts brought so much excitement to the children. So when it got dark, we turns out the lights and the living room became the newest, hottest, toddler disco rave this side of IH-10. "The Playroom".



Sunday, the kids wanted to build the mountain again. The mountain didn't last as long as the original, and the slide came next. This time, mom was in the room and she winced and cringed each time the kids jumped from the top. The slide followed once again. Ladybug was the first. But instead of sliding down, she swan dived and bounced off the cushions. Disco was next. I was chanting for a flip, but he attempted a swan dive as well. It wasn't as successful as his sisters. He bounced, flipped and landed on his head. His resting position was on his back. He gave a hands up "I DID IT!!" As mom jumped off the couch cancelling any more Toddler Games.


Have a great week my friends.
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Off The Clock

I always dreamed of making my own comic or comic strip. Well this week, thanks to Justin, I found a way to do just that. He did a review of a new cartoon for kids called Superhero Squad. It's about Marvel Super Heroes and is focused towards young children. On the webpage they have a comic maker. You take templates and make your own strips. I started messing with it the other night and was hooked.
So, since I don't have that much to do [sarcasm], I started a new blog where I post the strips. You don't necessarily need to follow comics to understand this, but you might appreciate it a little more.
I've entitled the strip, "Marvel, Off The Clock". If you are not viewing this in a reader, you might want to just click over to the main blog.





Enjoy.

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A Reconsideration??

Last night KC spent the night in Labor and Delivery. She's only 26 weeks along and was having contractions most of the day. By the time she was at the hospital they were 3 minutes apart. She was at work and I was at home working and the kids were asleep. She had to go by herself, by thankfully her father was able to be there with her for a little bit. I slept on the couch in hopes that she would come through the door in the middle of the night. I fell asleep thinking, "This one was going great." and "Here we go again!"

I blogged about her pregnancy history last here. You can check it out below to catch up.


I'm at that point again where I'm weighing my wife's health over the possibility of more children. I know that right now my feelings are based off the past 12 hours. But we're not getting any younger or giving ourselves time to heal.

So right now, I don't know anymore. Tomorrow or next week, I might be back to our feelings from last year.

Have a great weekend my friends.

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