The NEW Adventures of Evann and Frazer

Happy Halloween!

2009-11-01T11:49:00.000-08:00

Okay, I know it's been a while, but I wanted to put up a couple of pictures of Evann's 3rd and Frazer's 1st Halloween! Once again, I enjoy Halloween. Partially for the candy and partially for the dressing up.

I've managed to convince Evann that the whole premise around Halloween is for the "spirit" of candy acquisition, not actual candy consumption. Evann wasn't really happy about being a dragon again this year so we managed to go a slightly different route. Evann loves this new animated kid's show called "Dinosaur Train" (what better marketing than dinosaurs with trains). So he was a Dinosaur Train conductor. Frazer was a big fat adorable skunk.

Evann was very good at saying that Halloween was over and though he was sad there was no more trick-or-treaters, he's happy to focus on his brother's 1st birthday.

I can't wait for next year all ready, Frazer will definitely increase the candy acquisition! ;)

Evann and Frazer & Frazer's First Christmas

2008-12-29T20:22:00.003-08:00

So it's been a few weeks, the wait is over and the votes are in. Evann is a GREAT at being Frazer's big brother. It truly warms my heart and makes me so happy to see how Evann feels about his baby brother.

In the morning, Evann wakes up asking "Where is baby Frazer?" And if Frazer is crying, he is always concerned, "Why is baby Frazer crying, daddy?" It's super cute.

This was obviously Frazer's First Christmas (Evann's 3rd for you keeping score at home). Frazer did not seem very outwardly excited, but I could tell that he was.

This year I felt like a dad for the first time since I was up late putting presents together. It made me appreciate my parents and all the work that they've done for me and my sisters. Thanks mom and dad.

I'm not sure who was more excited on Christmas morning...it may have been me!

Welcome Frazer!

2008-11-15T09:57:00.003-08:00

Well, he's here.

Another one.

Another baby in my home.

I can't believe it.

I'm very happy and proud to announce the birth of my son Frazer, born on Friday, November 14 at 5:09 am. Frazer was late to come out (about 5-7 days overdue), but when he was ready, he came out fast and furious.

Mommy L had an appointment with her OB Gyn on Thursday (Nov. 13) and the baby was very low so low that the Dr. decided to break the membrane (not her water) to get the process started. She commented that this baby would come fast so upon first contractions to leave for the hospital.

On Friday morning, Mommy L woke me up at 2:15 am saying that she's had two contractions. Then she corrected herself in saying, "I think I've had two contractions; I may have dreamt them." My options were simple, roll over and go back to bed or get up. Being the smart man that I am, I got up. But since we weren't sure of there being actual contractions we decided to wait and see how far apart they were (and if they were actually happening). So Mommy L played Tetris on her DS and I watched a PVR recording of "The Office". It wasn't long after that she had her first contraction at 2:30 am. Again, instead of heeding the Dr.'s advice of going immediately to the hospital, we waited to see when the next one occurred. 3:00 am. 1/2 an hour apart. No need to panick. 1/2 an hour between contractions is too early to go to the hospital.

Then 3:15 am the next one.

Now I'm no genius (arguable), but from 30 minutes to 15 minutes in 15 minutes meant that in theory the next would be in 7.5 minutes...3.75 minutes...1.875...etc...bottom line...the baby could be here very soon. NOW I was worried, but I didn't want Mommy L to know of my concern so I "casually" said, "we should go". Mommy L knew that I was worried, not from my words, but my actions of rushing around like a madman.

Upon arriving at the hospital at 3:45 am (lucky we moved), we were admitted and taken up to the case room (delivery room). The nurses were very nice and seemed relaxed until they actually checked how far along Mommy L was. Then like me, they started rushing around saying, "this baby is coming soon!" I thought soon meant sometime in the morning, but they meant SOON as in within next couple of hours.

Mommy L. was awesome. After only 19 minutes of pushing, little Frazer was born! The next chapter of my life (and this blog) has arrived!!!

T-Plus 2-days?!?

2008-11-13T20:22:00.007-08:00

Okay, I'm a pretty patient person. I can wait for most things without getting too crazy (unlike Mommy L. who must open presents upon receipt). But baby #2 is really testing my patience. He/she is already TWO DAYS past due date. Now normally, that's not too surprising, but he's dropped down and it seems like I can practically grab him now! Poor Mommy L. is in a lot of discomfort and some pain (from the kid's head being so low).

Mommy L. still looks great and is a super trooper. This is another picture from the pumpkin patch/corn maze. Thanks again Ben!

With Remembrance Day falling on Tuesday, it was a good week to be born. I made a deal that if the birthing day fell on November 11, I would make the middle name "Armistice". I thought it had a nice meaning and had a nice ring (thanks Uncle Rob for the suggestion). Only two problems, I have a really hard time saying and spelling Armistice. Anyhow, apparently the baby didn't like the idea either because he/she didn't come out that day.

Now, I say he/she because we really don't know. At 20 weeks, the ultrasound technician told us it was a boy and showed us his "family jewels" (which is quite indiscernible by me), but just recently the gynecologist said that we "shouldn't paint the room blue" because she couldn't determine the sex of the baby. Unfortunate, it was too late for that since the room is VERY blue. Oh well, girls like blue too!

I've given up on sleeping. Anxiety and anticipation has me on constant watch. Ready for the tinest sign from Mommy L. I hope the baby comes soon, I can't take much more of this (Mommy L. agrees with me...maybe a bit of an understatement). ;)

Halloween III - Adventures in the Pumpkin Patch

2008-10-31T17:32:00.004-07:00

I have been waiting for Halloween this year for many reasons:

Evann is finally old enough to understand the concept of Halloween (get candy).
We're in the new place where there's LOTS of kids to trick or treat.
I bought Evann's dragon costume last year just after Halloween (75% off). Super cute and cheap (what's better?)
Evann should get a LOT of candy this year with all my Jedi "getting candy" lessons
I get Evann's candy.

With Mommy L. being so close to giving birth to Eburn (well...we do live in East Burnaby...don't worry, that won't be the name), we decided that we wanted to do some pregnancy and family pictures. Our good friend and photographer extraordinaire, Uncle Ben was kind enough to "volunteer" (thanks Ben).

With Halloween being the nearest holiday, we decided that a pumpkin patch would be appropo. We were blessed with some great weather for the shoot (though it was mucky from days of rains prior). Thankfully Mommy L. was smart and bought some rubber boots (my first pair of rubber boots since elementary school). Unfortunately for Uncle Ben, he didn't have any rubber boots.

This place had everything! We rode on a wagon full of hay bales pulled by a tractor with musicians playing banjos and guitars. There was a corn maze, pigs, horses, ducks and goats! And of course, lots of pumpkins! And lots of mucky mud!!! What more could a kid ask for?!? I had forgotten how fun it was to walk in mud especially with big rubber boots! It really returned me back to my childhood (not that it was that long ago). ;)

I love this picture. Evann would stare down every tractor (and there were a lot of them). It was so cute. I think Evann either realized that these were real tractors or the BIGGEST toys he's ever seen.

Next year's going to be even more fun with Baby #2.

I wonder how much candy he'll get???

I can't wait to find out...

Evann's Favorites

2008-10-20T20:22:00.008-07:00

Evann has a few favorite things...and some of them are inseperable toys. One of them is his Thomas the Train and Annie (the train).

He always has these two toys with him...or else. His other favorites is the Nintendo Wii and Nintendo DS...yes, my son is already a vidiot (like his father). He doesn't really play the Wii, but loves to watch me play (and MAKES me play), he's really starting to get proficient at the DS. It's a little scary.

Evann loves ice cream and fruit...almost any fruit, but melons, cherries, grapes and blueberries...and can eat them in ridiculous amounts. It shocks me how much fruit he can actually eat.

Evann also loves to have baths. his favorite bath toys are called "Dirty Dogs" which have temperature controlled "stains" which disappear in the bath.

Evann loves his friends...his "best friends" are Kaizen and Diego. They don't really "play" together as much as they play near each other, but they enjoy running around and yelling (as boys do apparently).

Evann loves his extended family too. Often he says goodnight to them even though he's in bed with no one around. In fact, Kaymi (his cousin in Victoria) was my inspiration to put these latest entries. She sent me a scathing email to motivate me. ;) Thank you Kaymi for reminding me.

Most of all, Evann loves his mommy. And his daddy, but I think mommy is his favorite these days. With baby two just weeks away from joining us, Mommy L is still looking beautiful. I sometimes forget that she's pregnant because she's still so active. She is a great mother always playing with Evann.

Potty Training and Goodbye Soo Soo

2008-07-20T20:08:00.003-07:00

Talk about a double whammy. Mommy L. is definitely the ambitious and brave one in wanting to try to accomplish these two significant tasks. I think this will be a good picture to share with Evann's future girlfriends, n'est pas?

We're trying to have one of these completed by the time the new baby arrives. We've read, listened, and been given unsolicited advice on potty training. We've had limited success. We've been trying to give him a treat when he sits on the potty, but it seems like he gets on the potty whenever he wants a treat!

After a recent visit to the dentist, she made an observation on Evann's teeth/bite and suggested that we stop giving him a soother/pacifier. Of course, we didn't waste any time and implimented the "no soo soo" parental action. It made for a tough week of crying and Evann has definitely not been sleeping as well.

Having said that...he is officially OFF...cold turkey! Now if we could only stop him drinking his milk from a bottle!

No More East Van...Now East Burnaby

2008-06-05T19:25:00.005-07:00

If things weren't busy enough with a new baby coming along, we decided to further complicate our lives by moving! We're moving from our house in East Van to a townhouse in Burnaby! I'm not sure if we're going the right direction, but it sure feels right. We'll only be a few houses away from Kaizen (Evann's birthing buddy) so that will be a great bonus. Plus it's more room (almost 2500 sq. ft) so good for a growing family. There's some work that needs to be done, but nothing that I can't handle (as far as hiring someone to do the work). ;)

As you can see, I have continued to spoil Evann. I purchased his very own bouncy castle. I want to make a bouncy castle room in our new home, but Mommy L. doesn't agree with my (brilliant) idea. I don't really remember WHEN it happened, but it's happened...I'm a doting and spoiling father. I always thought that I wouldn't spoil and overindulge Evann, but I can't help it. Oh well, I probably won't spoil the next baby... ;)

I saw an interesting sight the other day when I woke up early, just before sunrise. The new neighbour's newly built house had a nightly visitor. It's interesting because our old neighbour (Eric) had a very "free" growing garden, I loved it. It was like a secret garden with mature trees and a fully grown laurel tree/bush. Eric passed away last year and a developer purchased and sold the land. It was quickly cleared...in two days...house and garden...which was a little sad to see a lifetime of gardening and life gone in less than 48 hours. There was a family of racoons living in one of the trees and I'm pretty sure that this rooftop fellow was part of that family.

Evann continues to grow and develop, I'm curious how he'll be as a big brother. I don't know what we're going to do when we have two kids in the bed with us! We'll have to get a bigger bed!!!

Happy 2nd Birthday Party

2008-05-24T23:17:00.000-07:00

The thought of having another large birthday party with friends and family was daunting to say the least. We have a number of friends with children around/near Evann's age, but what is the point of having a big event which Evann won't remember. Then it dawned on me...to celebrate Evann's birth and have a good time. Once realizing that, it was easy to relax and have fun.

We decided to have a joint birthday party with Kaizen (who's often seen in this blog and was born 2 days before Evann). And since we were in the midst of trying to sell our house and Kaizen's parents with another, but newer baby boy; we decided on having the birthday party at a local community center. It was a great decision.

The community center provided us with a large kitchen, a play/eating area and a leader to organize and entertain the kids. They had a number to riding toys as well as an activity center and arts & crafts and a parachute. The organizer had two volunteers who helped decorate and set-up the tables and chairs for us.

It was a two hour party (with entry into the room for set-up an hour ahead). We went the "Costco" route and picked up pizzas, hot dogs, fruit plates, cookies, chips, juice boxes, cheese & crackers. Our Chinese fruit cake was from Yan's Bakery and was almost as big as our wedding cake! I could complain, but I think since Mommy L. and Mommy V. (Kaizen's mom) did all of the shopping and organizing, it wouldn't be fair. They did a great job though and I really can't complain. One of the funniest moments is at the birthday cake time and Kaizen crossed his arms the whole time in defiance of Stephen's directions. Hilarious! The cake was enjoyed by all especially the two birthday boys! Evann has picked up the wonderful (sarcastic) habit of licking the candles (at least he doesn't eat them). I can only thank his cousin Hanum for this.

The weather was beautiful! Evann had a great time. He was rosy cheeked and sweating even BEFORE the party had started as he was playing in the playground while we were setting up. He fully enjoyed playing in the toy cars. He spent the majority of the time in the cars; otherwise, he was trying to get kids out of cars so he could get in. He doesn't quite have the art of sharing, but he's coming along. Thankfully, there were more than a half dozen vehicles to choose from!

For his birthday, we bought him a Thomas the Train DVD (his 4th or 5th), a Thomas the Train train and a bouncy castle. Okay, it's a Little Tykes Jump and Slide. Mommy L. is pretty sure that I'm WAY more excited about this purchase than Evann is, but my excitement only comes from the sheer joy Evann will have with this. I'm going to set it up in the basement so Evann will basically have a bouncy room. HOW COOL IS THAT?!? Apparently, it's a refined taste.

The party though only 2 hours felt like an all day affair. Evann was pretty tuckered out by party's end and crashed for his nap almost immediately upon returning home....well, after opening all his gifts. Thanks to everyone for their wonderful gifts, Evann (and all of us) are truly blessed to have such wonderful friends and family.

Another Skywalker...

2008-05-17T03:17:00.001-07:00

Well, no need in delaying the news. As the title alludes, my dear wife is pregnant again. Finally past the first (not so pleasant) trimester, we've moved onto the second. Although, it's been better than the first, it's been very difficult for Mommy L. I guess it just means I have to take good care of her, which may mean, Evann and Daddy have to give mommy more time to rest.

Having said that, it's probably because Mommy is such a trooper and works so hard to why she's so exhausted, i.e. it's not my fault. ;) Evann still hasn't really grasped the concept of mommy being pregnant, but once she starts showing, I'm sure it'll be more apparent to him. Or he'll just think that mommy ate one of his balls.

The timing couldn't have been any better as we recently purchased a slightly larger townhouse with more bedrooms in Burnaby. This is going to really put a challenge in my child's naming logic. Barnaby? Simon? Fraser? (it's near Simon Fraser University).

We haven't found out the gender, but will find out soon. Obviously, gender is not as important as health so whatever we have will be a blessing and joy...but...practically speaking...a girl would be great because I've always loved the concept of having a daddy's girl, but that would mean entirely different clothing, toys, paint, issues, etc. A boy would be "easier" in a practical sense, but then two boys! I'll have to get more house insurance.

The new baby is due for a November delivery. I can't wait. The anxiety/excitement has already started (thus the early morning blog entry). Does this mean I have to start a new blogsite? No more East Van Evann...Burnaby Barnaby? Oh boy.

Back to La-La-Land

2008-04-30T20:14:00.000-07:00

It was back down to LA for our first "vacation" with Evann. Evann's 2nd airplane trip was much more eventful than his first (when he was only a few months old - see previous blog entry in August 2006). This short 2.25 hour flight felt like it was a trans-Pacific flight. Evann was very energetic and excited to say the least...he was THAT kid on board. It was exhausting.

We went to visit our friends/family who just had another baby Zoe (3 months ago). Their son is around 9 months older than Evann and they got along very well...and even shared their apples! Sinjin would often ask Evann, "Happy?" to which Evann would enthusiastically nod.

We had a great trip full of food, shopping and swimming! We look forward to the kids growing up together with this hopefully annual trip. Evann would wake up every morning and run to see the baby. I'm hoping he'll be a good big brother!

March 2008

2008-03-04T19:28:00.001-08:00

It's been an interesting few weeks with emotions running high and low. Outside the everyday business and busyness, my father was recently diagnosed with some news. He had some lumps in his neck and had a needle biopsy and was diagnosed with lymphoma.

Now I've learned there are many different kinds of lymphoma, which I won't get into. I'll simply say that there are some which may greatly affect his life and some which he could live simbiotically with. As we waited to hear the identification of what type it was, I was very impresssed to see how my father and my family was handling the news.

My father's attitude was one of calmness and philisophy. He didn't deny, get angry or get depressed...he started writing emails to the family about his thoughts. While we were anxiously awaiting the results of his subsequent node removal/biopsy, this was a great way to share our thoughts and feelings as well and come to grips with whatever was coming.

The test results were shocking and totally unexpected...

Negative. Inconclusive. And not lymphoma. Wow. Sigh. Exhale. It was wonderful and paralyzing at the same time.

Dad is still getting some test and has since had a bone biopsy, but the Dr.'s can't find a conclusive diagnosis. Despite not know what is going on, we're all enjoying our time together with our father while he is still active and healthy.

Mom and Dad still come over a few times a week and help us out often with Evann. Most recently, Evann has taken to helping hal-ah-bo-gee (grandfather) in the garden. It's so great.

Let us remember to enjoy every moment with our loved ones. Every moment is precious. I have been trying to reconnect and reach out to all those who have been important to me in my life.

Happy New Year 2008!

2008-01-02T07:08:00.001-08:00

New Year's day is a very special day in Korean culture, it's a time to be with your family (extended) and pay respect to your elders of the family by bowing. After bowing, you receive advice and well wishes. Though who are unmarried get an additional gift of some money to show hope for prosperity in New Year. Following that the family eats, eats, and eats! Traditionally, Koreans have dumpling soup with rice cakes, it's a meal I look forward to all year!

Being married and with a child, I now don my "Han-bok" (traditional Korean outfit) as well. I'm still not sure why I have a pink...I mean "salmon" coloured outfit. Whatever...I don't think I could impress many in my MC Hammer outfit anyhow...well, not anyone other than MC Hammer.

I hope nothing but the best wishes to everyone to have a happy, healthy and prosperous 2008!

Here are some pictures of the next generation of our family, the boys and the girls. I remember when they were all Evann's age, now they're teenagers!!! Time is truly precious. I must remember to value and cherish every day.

2nd Christmas!

2007-12-28T09:24:00.001-08:00

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

What a difference a year can make (especially when it doubles your life)! This year's Christmas has been so much fun with Evann, I can only imagine that Christmases will only get better and better. Christmas is truly a time for children (young like Evann and old like me)!

As usual, Evann was inundated with gifts from friends and family. This year was a little different because Evann was a much more willing and active participant. As you can see from his excellent arm action, he was a very good unwrapper (not much for saving the paper though).

As usual, thank you to all our friends and family for their incredible generousity. It was nice this year because instead of the obligatory crappy gift to one another, our family donated money to charity. At work, we had some great charity events as well donating to the Empty Stocking Fund and Canucks Place. The hard part is to think of the less fortunate only during Christmas time, I must try to be more diligent to be giving throughout the year.

Newest Canucks fan at his first Canucks game!

2007-11-20T17:49:00.006-08:00

Today was a special day, not only as a father, but also as a Canucks fan. Evann went to his first Canucks game (and his first trip on the Skytrain)!

Despite the disappointing result (4-2 loss to the lowly LA Kings), it was a really great time. I was surprised for a number of reasons:

1) I was first surprised by Evann's focus on the game. He didn't squiggle or complain while the game was on. He sat, ate popcorn and watched the game.

2) I was shocked that a toddler's (2T-4T) Canucks jersey was $50!!! I can only say that this jersey better still fit when Evann is 4T!

3) Even the burliest, toughest looking people turn into big teddy bears when they see a cute little kid.

When the Canucks scored, I was really worried that Evann would freak out because it gets pretty loud (he doesn't even like it when mom and I cheer when watching at home). But once again, I was suprised by his calmness. Of course, being a good Canucks fan, he was high-fiving everyone around.

I lifted him by his legs and everyone in a 5 person radius wanted to high-five him. It was pretty funny.

I'm looking forward to a life-long love of the Canucks with Evann. I can't wait.

Newest addition to the family!

2007-09-30T18:05:00.000-07:00

We recently did the smartest thing in a long time. We hired a nanny and not just any nanny, but the best nanny in the world. She's everything that we could have hoped for and more. I think that Mommy L and I can both agree that she has already significantly changed our lives for the better.

As working parents, it's tough to find proper child care. Of course, not having a child before, it's impossible to forecast the significance of this. Okay, maybe not impossible, but impossible for my limited mental boundaries. ;)

The Foreign Domestic Workers Program is one of the great programs the Canadian government sponsors. Basically, it allows for foreign domestic workers to come to Canada to work and eventually obtain legal landed residency status (after 2 years of continual work).

Although it's a LOT of paperwork and waiting, it's well worth the work and wait. Many people have concerns about having someone who is not supervised watched their children, but I have none (thus far). Evann and the Nanny have hit it off right away and for me, children are a great gauge on character.

Day at the Waterpark

2007-08-12T08:52:00.000-07:00

It was a beautiful BC Day long weekend so we (Mommy L and I) decided to take Evann down to the water park on Granville Island. There's something about kids and water. Evann absolutely loves it!

Evann absolutely loves the water. He had a lot of fun with a hose (no symbolism) connected fire hydrant. It would go on and off intermittently which Evann couldn't quite figure out which resulted in him being inadvertently soaked a couple of times. The funniest moment is when the hose came on when he didn't realized it and I took a collection of pictures with the stream of water proceeding to engulf him. The cutest shot was when he looked over while I was howling with laughter. He hardly looks impressed.

Since we were married just over 2 years ago on Granville Island, we decided to take Evann down to "the Island" for a trip down memory lane. After we changed him, we walked around the Island to all the spots we took pictures and reminisced. This time around, it was much better with Evann around.

One Year Old!!!

2007-05-29T16:03:00.000-07:00

Evann is one year old and had a big party to celebrate! In Korean culture, the first birthday("dol") is very important. In fact, the first birthday is probably the biggest celebration next to the 60th birthday ("haang-gap").

Historically, due to a lack of medical information, Korea's seasonal temperature differences, and many childhood related diseases, the death rate for children was extremely high. Many children died before their first birthday. After the age of one year, the survival rate steeply increased, making this milestone a very happy one for the child's parents. In modern times, due to the improvements in medicine, the influence of Western culture, and modern industrialization, the Shamanistic reasons for the Tol celebration have been reduced. However, the event is still celebrated as a time of congratulations for the parents and family.

Evann wore the traditional Korean outfit ("han-bok" - literal translation is "Korean dress") and was so great for the entire day. It was a LONG day since we started off at church then to his party. He fell asleep on the way to the party which probably helped his mood.

Evann was placed at a table to perform the "tol-ja-bee" event. In this event, Evann picks up items that attract him and his future is predicted according to the what he grabs. The first and second items the child grabs are considered the most important. Evann's future is predicted according to the items: bundle of thread (long life); book or pencil (successful scholar); $100 or money (rich); scissors (talented with his hands); and paint brush (artist). Evann chose the book followed by paint brush. There's also knife (good cook), but I didn't want to risk an accident. No matter how hard I tried, he wouldn't take the money. Looks like Freedom 55 is out for me.

Of course, we had lots of food and as usual, Evann was showered with wonderful gifts from our incredibly generous friends and family. Thank you, thank you, thank you for your kindness. I feel that Evann (as well as Mommy L and I) are truly blessed to have such an incredible support network.

Peace and blessings to all of you!

Almost One Year

2007-05-21T16:27:00.000-07:00

What's transpired in the past couple of months seems improbable. So much has happened (developmentally for Evann and events for Mommy L and I).

As far as Evann goes, he started walking at 10 1/2 months. Very slowly and awkwardly at first and now he's faster than his feet (which means he gains a lot of momentum and then falls down). Mommy L. purchased some sandals and runners for him which he's getting used to...much more bulky and awkward than his baby slippers.

Evann is starting to babble a lot more and interact. He's signs regularly (okay, he mainly signs for "milk"), but he does it several times a day. Even that one sign makes it easier for us to understand his needs. He's onto solid foods and whole milk which should keep formula costs down. He seems to be a good eater (obvious by his size), but he also gets pretty bored with food quickly.

I can't believe that he'll be one year old soon. This year has been the quickest slowest year ever. What I mean is that the year has passed by so quickly, but on an average of 4-6 hours of sleep per night seems like it's been going on forever. As far as Mommy L. and I are concerned, it's been a good year, but it's time for Mommy L. to go back to work. I've recently accepted a management position which will be a new challenge for me, but should allow me to spend more time at home too.

We've sponsored a nanny from overseas and she'll be coming soon. We've been hectically preparing her quarters downstairs and I must say that things are looking pretty good (that is, if you like the Ikea showroom). We're so excited to have some help and I pray that everything works out.

Next weekend we'll be having Evann's first birthday party at my sister's house again. It should be another small, intimate family-type gathering of a few hundred people. Hopefully, it'll go off without a hitch. I'll keep you in the loop!

March Madness!!!

2007-04-10T17:01:00.000-07:00

There were a few really exciting events this past month (the Easter bunny was just one of the events). Evann's Easter Egg hung wasn't that exciting, just a single egg "hidden" in the middle of the room - he found it though!

The first one involved one of my closest friends, Sinclair. He was recently engaged and his fiance and her entire family came up for an engagement dinner/meet Sinclair's family. I was honoured to be invited to the festivities. We had a marvellous meal at Sequoia Grill (formerly known as the Teahouse Restaurant at Stanley Park). It was the first time I had driven through Stanley Park since the wind storms and I was surprised and shocked by the devastation. I had no idea that the destruction was so widespread. I digress...Christine (Sinclair's fiance) is an incredibly wonderful woman and her family is equally charming. We had a wonderful time with them and finished the night with a group Wii outing back at our place.

Another exciting event was that Evann was baptized. He is now considered a Christian though we will be bringing him up with knowledge of other religions (which is okay by the United Church of Canada). Of course, the baptism wasn't smooth sailing, in fact, I actually missed the event. Let me expand...Evann was in good spirits and was dressed so nicely as was Mommy L. and I. The youth minister's son (Peace) was also being baptized and they were having fun playing with one another. Just before the baptism, Evann starts coughing and looks uneasy. Before I know it, I'm COVERED in warm milk...from Evann's belly. Mommy L. looked at me with shock and horror before bursting out laughing. To review the situation, we're in the chapel and in service and I'm covered in baby vomitted milk. I hand Evann to his mom and take off for the bathroom. Upon returning, the baptism was finished and I managed to click a couple of photos. It made for a memorable event anyhow.

The last exciting event was going down to San Francisco with my buddies to watch some March Madness (US College Basketball Tournament). Brad came from Toronto, Bryan and I from Vancouver and Sinclair hosted us. It was a quick trip, but a lot of fun. The basketball was good, but the atmosphere and culture of US colligiate sports is like nothing explainable. It's a totally different world. Pictures are currently being screened for appropriateness.

Evann-zilla!!!

2007-03-15T23:37:00.000-07:00

Wow...I can't believe it. Once again, people told me, but I didn't believe them. Time DOES pass quickly. As you can see from the frequent blog entries to the "once in a blue moon" entries now and the 200 pictures a day to a few a month, things have changed. Not bad, but changed.

Evann is growing at a pace which I cannot comprehend. If he continues at this rate he may become more than I can handle (see picture). Of course, even if he starts destroying buildings and eating Japanese people, he'll still be my little baby.

Since my last entry, life has become a crazy whirlwind. We decided to buy a house, sell our home, was filmed for a television show (HGTV's "Buy Me") and then the deal for the house we wanted fell through (bad inspection). We decided to still sell and find another house closer to my parents, but we couldn't find one. In the end, we're staying put and are quite happy to do so since we love our house.

As mentioned earlier, physically Evann is changing by leaps and bounds. He has 7 teeth and bites me regularly. Not those cute "gummy" bites of old, but full on "I want to bite a chunk off of you dad" type bites. The worst are the night bites while I'm sleeping and he decides to bite my shirt and gets a piece of me too. It is my motivation to work out and give him less flab to chomp on.

Here's a little clip of Evann around Christmas time. Our good friend posted it (thank Kat!). http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkvSim0ZTss

He's now 9 1/2 months and started crawling about a month ago. He started first with just looking like he was crawling, a lot of hand motions with no real movement...and then, bam...the next week, he whips around like a water bug. He so darn fast and keeps us on our feets. Baby proofing the house is high on our list, right now, it looks like a scene from "Les Miserable" when the barricades are being put up. Also, around the time he started crawling, Evann started standing and chatting too. It's so amazing to watch him grow and develop.

One of Evann's favorite things is definitely his nightly bath time. One of my favorite things to do is to undress him in his room and then run to the bath tub then watch him come crawling out of his room at lightning speed. He's like a little crawling streaker and has a big smile on his face in anticipation of his bath. It's too cute.

Evann with his best bud, Kaizen! Mommy decided to dress them up with little pony tails (though I think they look like little baby samurais). As you can see, they're none too impressed. You may remember Kaizen as the baby lobster from the Halloween entry. He is adorable and they play really well with one another...okay, they play well independently, but geographically close.

I apologize for my lack of keeping on top of this blog and I do appreciate everyone who's written to me. I will add some pictures soon...once I find where the cables are to transfer pictures have been hidden from Evann's curious hands. Peace and blessings!

Grampa's (Hal-ah-bo-gee's) Birthday!

2007-03-10T14:19:00.000-08:00

Happy Birthday Dad! It's my dad's first birthday as Evann's Grandfather (Hal-ah-bo-gee in Korean). I haven't had a "first" in a long time. Although his birthday wasn't actually today, we had the party tonight.

We had the party at our house and got this delicious fresh fruit cake. Since my dad was born in the year of the boar (and 2007 is the year of the boar) we decided to get a boar on the cake. And no, this is not a picture of me on the cake...that jokes been made...move on.

We had some fabulous appetizers (courtesy of our house) and my sisters made the main course, rack of lamb with whipped potatoes, carrots and green beans. It was an incredible meal (compliments to the chefs)!

Too bad sister #2 wasn't able to make it over! I've included some pictures of the night so you don't feel like you've missed anything! Can't wait to see you Kaymi and Kaysun - all your cousins (and aunts and uncles) miss you! Here's a picture of you two flying from bed to bed in my hotel room!

Hal-ah-bo-gee with some of his other grandchildren (Hanum, Qwisun, Kihan and of course, Evann up top) helping him blow out the candles.

Yay! All are blown out!

Here's a picture of Evann and his Hal-ah-bo-gee and one of him with my Aunt (Como) and Uncle (Como-boo) who were visiting from Korea!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

2006-12-31T05:13:00.000-08:00

Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne,

we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Okay, it's not quite the New Year yet, but I thought I'd get a head start since I don't suspect many will check this prior to the New Year and this will be the last entry for 2006.

WOW...what a year 2006 was! I can't even begin to imagine what excitement 2007 will bring (though I have some idea) and it should be a really exciting year! As far as Evann's world's concerned, we should see his first steps, his first words, swimming and baby sign language.

This year will be one with friends and family at my sister's house, something which has become a tradition for me and my family. But it's a very special year because my very close friend (who's like a brother to me) is bringing his girlfriend up from California to meet us! I hope that his brother and I don't scare her too much. Of course, it's also special because Evann will be joining us this year too!

Thank you to everyone who's kept up with Evann's blog. It's been a labour of love and has allowed me to journal this amazing, yet tiring journey of fatherhood (as well as given me something to do on sleepless nights). My hope is for all of you to have a fantastic 2007 - full of love, happiness and growth (hopefully not too much growth in waistband like me). Peace, love and blessings!

Merry (First) Christmas!

2006-12-22T01:45:00.000-08:00

There...I said it and I'll say it again. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! It seems strange that a saying that I've known all my life and which truly symbolizes this particular holiday season is so rarely heard and has become a politically incorrect phrase. "Season's Greetings" or "Happy Holidays" has replaced "Merry Christmas" as the politically correct terms. It seems a bit silly. It doesn't really bother me, but something that's been on my mind especially when I'm writing an email and have to put the polically correct phrase instead of "Have a Merry Christmas". Next thing will be "have a pleasant evening spending the start of another roman calendar year" so we don't offend those who celebrate the lunar new year. Jeesh.

As you can see. We've dressed up dear Evann in the Santa parapanalia and are happy to do it! He truly is a Santa Baby! It goes without saying that this Christmas has been all about Evann. We've always been a family who embraces the Christmas spirit, but this year he's really shown me the happiness Christmas brings to all. Sure that seems a little syrupy and simplified, but I'm telling you, he really spreads Christmas joy! I can't tell you how many people would smile or even stop and talk to us while at the mall with Evann dressed up in his Santa outfit. People were constantly saying things like, "Hi Baby Santa!" or "Can I sit on Santa's lap?" followed by laughter. Despite its repetativeness, I was happy to see a smile on even the grumpiest Grinch.

Although he can't quite walk (or even crawl), you'll be amazed to see Evann do his Christmas dance (almost guaranteed to bring a smile).

To further my point that Christmas is about kids, you only have to look at our Christmas tree to see what/who Christmas is all about. Present upon present are stacked under the tree this year. You'd be surprised how many people have come by with present in hand with the same phrase, "Sorry...only presents for Evann this year." Now, I lost the concept of Christmas being about me over 12 years ago when my first nephew and 2 nieces were born, but I feel for my dear wife who's going through it for the first time (having said that, she's handling it way better than I did). ;)

Despite Evann not really knowing what was going on, he was so well behaved and really enjoyed playing with all the wrapping paper. As you can see, he was literally surrounded by gifts. He's such a lucky little guy to have such wonderful people supporting and loving him (though we don't need gifts to prove that).

I am touched and so grateful for the incredible generousity of my friends and family. I hope that you all had a wonderful Christmas and holiday season! I certainly know that Evann had a great first one and I had the most memorable one thus far. Peace and blessings!

Oh yeah...one last thing (or first thing)...Evann has had his first tooth erupt! It's his 3-1 in dental lingo...bottom lower tooth. He's chewing/drooling like there's no tomorrow. We are just seeing it (and hearing it at night when it seems to really bother him). As usual, he's a real trooper and seems to be dealing with everything surprisingly well.

Sleeping on his own...

2006-11-26T21:16:00.000-08:00

The pictures say it all.

This is the face which I was so lucky to capture. It's Evann's "poo" face or the face he makes when he's making poo. It's hilarious and always cracks me up (though that happiness is shortlived, once I start to change him). This face is also a nice summary of how it's going with getting him to sleep on his own. The other picture is what I wake up to every morning. With that happy smile, I makes me forget how he slaps me in the face several times a night...almost.

Yes, despite a good college try, he's back in our bed. He slept on his own for a few nights, but after long bouts of crying. Desperate wails of loneliness and abandonment. Mommy L and I simply couldn't take it any longer. We've decided that we'd rather have him sleep with us until his early teens than go through listening to him cry all night. This child is DEFINITELY like his mother and father in that he is stubborn and persistent. It's not so bad, but we're now considering getting a larger bed.

Things in old Vancouver have taken a strange turn. We've turned into Toronto. Weatherwise anyhow. This picture was taken earlier this morning and doesn't quite give justice to the conditions here. We've since had another day of snowfall. It's strange since Vancouver has so many micro-climates the amount of snow varies greatly. It was fun to play with the neighbours' kids while shovelling the sidewalk. They'd lightly throw weakly made snowballs which I'd dodge easily and I'd throw a shovel full of snow at them almost knocking them down. Don't worry, no children were hurt or mistreated during the production of this blog.

Also, for over a week, we've had heavy rainfall and had a water boil advisory. Normally, this would not bother me at all, but with a baby, it sure does make for a lot more hassle. Mommy L has done a great job in dealing with things though.

I love these pictures. We went to our friends' place and took some pictures while Evann was playing with a beach ball. He really loved it. I love the look of anticipation before it bonks him on the head. Don't worry, no babies were hurt or mistreated during the production of this blog.

As far as Evann goes though, he continues to grow and change all the time. He's eating more and more solids (although it's funny we call them solids since it's pureed into a semi-liquid). He's so good except when it comes to bed time. Having said all that, we love him dearly and Mommy L and I both agree that having sleep issues as the worse thing to deal with is not too bad.

Well, Christmas (dare I say "First Christmas") is just around the corner. Our tree went up today. Though not yet decorated, it brings back fond memories of Christmases past. It'll really be a special Christmas this year. I can't wait.

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more adventures of East Van Evann!

Happy (1st) Halloween!

2006-10-31T23:28:00.000-08:00

It was a cool, crisp night. It was a night where princesses, grim reapers and monkeys & lobsters lurked. It was a night which I've missed "actively" participating for 25 years. It was Halloween.

I was so excited to dress Evann up for Halloween, that I purchased his Halloween costume in early September while visiting my 2nd sister on Vancouver Island. I was over on the Island for a day business trip, but due to flight cancellations, I wasn't able to make it back home so I went with my niece and went shopping for some clothes to wear the following day. While at Old Navy, we noticed that the Halloween costumes were being freshly displayed. Upon seeing the monkey suit, I knew what Evann would be going as this Halloween.

Some may say that Evann is too young to go trick or treating, which is why I recruited my friends S & V to bring their little one (2 days older than Evann) as well. He's the lobster in the picture above. We joked around about how we were exploiting the infants, but really our intentions were strictly altruistic as we wanted to share our kids' cuteness with the world (or at least the neighbourhood).

We did both sides of the street for two blocks and by the end the little ones were quite tired. In fact, by the last few houses, Evann was asleep as I knocked on the doors and yelled out "Trick or Treat!" Holding out my...I mean, Evann's Halloween bag while I held him passed out is when I realized that this was truly exploiting of my child.

Returning back to my sister's home, I once again fell into the frenzy of Halloween. By that I'm referring to the systematic organizing and sorting of the candy by category, name and "deliciousity"...folled by the best part of Halloween...the trading. My nephew had a few friends and my two nieces went together too so there were many with whom to trade. I finally realized what it was like to be on the trading floor when surrounded by 6 kids under the age of 11 looking to score an Aero bar. Even better was the fact that I had two separate trading partners; one with the 11-year old boys upstairs and another with the girls downstairs. Long story short, I got rid of all unwanted candies and left home with just the prime candies. For those of you who are shaking your heads disapprovingly, you'll be happy to know that the kids received volume for quality.

I had to include these pictures of Evann. This was his alternate costume, but we couldn't find any good baby "bling" for him. Actually, this is a wonderful hip-hop outfit which a close friend of ours gave him. It's so cute and really makes him look like a cool dude.

Evann's new vice is his stand-alone jumper. We borrowed it from a friend after Evann tried it out. He fell in love with it and anything which distracts him from us holding him is a blessing. Evann is reaching 20 lbs. after only 5 months (5 of those pounds must be in his large cranium).

He is as dear as ever to Mommy L and I. Every week reveals new discoveries and advancements, it's such a special time for us. This week we're going to attempt to have him sleep on his own! Come back to see how it goes.

Five months...Already?!?

2006-10-26T21:56:00.000-07:00

Wow, I can't believe it. I send a public apology to all those parents out there whom I privately shrugged of when they said it would pass by quickly. Okay, he's not quite 5 months, close enough, but it's been a wonderfully fast ride, thus far. Here's what I've learned about the boy in the past 5 months, he likes: jumping, baths, talking, eating, lights/shiny things (what guy doesn't), hockey (seriously, he actually watches me play and sits quietly) and being carried in the baby carrier. He dislikes: the car seat, having his nose wiped, being woken up, going to sleep, and wet/poopy diapers (I too dislike these for a totally different reason).

We're seeing advancements and "firsts" all the time. Let me start with all the firsts: drooling, Thanksgiving dinner, eating rice cereal, roll-over, cold and sleep over at hal-mon-ee's house (grandmother in Korean). I'm sure there are many more firsts, but I don't want to bore you too much. Another upcoming first is Halloween, I'm going to score BIG on that day with Halloween loot! We've got the cutest little costume, stay tuned for more on this topic in a future entry (with pictures)! Oh by the way, the doggy towel is not Evann's Halloween costume, it's a doggie towel.

Little East Van Evann is so incredible. My work takes me away from home often and it's getting more and more difficult to leave my beautiful wife and adorable son. I sit in my hotel rooms and get misty eyed while I look at the video of him on my phone then I think about the undisturbed and uninterrupted sleep and I smile. Yet, Karma wields her head and keeps me from getting my slumbering prize. It's all worth it when I walk in the door to see the boy's full facial smile. What I mean is his WHOLE face lights up when he laughs, it's contagious and not even the worse day can keep me from smiling right back at him.

I know that I've been a little negligent in keeping my blog up-to-date, but there are reasons for this (some believeable, some not) so I'll just say it's due to lack of energy, not creativity. I think about the journaling the day's events and things I observe all the time, but suddenly it's 3 am and I'm changing Evann's diaper while half asleep. Babies are definely labours of love. I don't suspect that it will get easier as he gets older either (for those of you who are already there, don't tell me how it ends, I like finding out for myself). Stay in tune, you don't want to miss the Halloween entry, it'll be as good as a Simpsons Halloween episode.

100th Day Celebration

2006-09-04T07:17:00.000-07:00

Last night we had Evann's 100th Day Celebration, mainly a family gathering to celebrated Evann's 100th day of life (as may be obvious by the title). Now, this may seem like another overly zealous "new parent" celebration, but in fact, it is actually a traditional Korean (and Chinese - though they usually celebrate 30 days) event.

So what is the meaning or importance of the 100th day celebration? Of course, I don’t really know, but made it up with partial truths (and thus partial lies) and have found the following information on the Internet:

Baek-il (100-day Celebration)
Similar to the Tol, the Baek-il event has 2 aspects. First, family members give thanks to Samsin (the three gods who take care of the baby's life while growing up). Second, they pray for jae-ak (wealth), longevity, and cho-bok (original luck). The food is different from the extensive table prepared for the Tol, mostly comprising 4 types of Korean foods: baekseogi (for longevity, representing cleanliness and freshness), susupo-ttteok (to prohibit bad things), injeolmi (for patience), and songpyeon (for thought). Admittedly, I'm not really too clear on what these foods are.

Bottom line, it’s a time to celebrate the first three months of Evann’s life. It's also a time to bring our extended family and some friends together and thank them for supporting us for the first 3 months.

My sister and brother-in-law were kind enough to offer their house to us and we had most of the food catered though my mother & father overextended themselves to ensure that there was enough food and their grandson's party was a success. It was a huge success though Mommy L and I were too busy preparing food, organizing people, BBQ'ing meat and being "Hosts Extraordinaire" to really enjoy ourselves. For us, if others enjoyed themselves and had fun then we were happy.

The weather cooperated brilliantly, it was another gorgeous day. Some friends/family arrived early to help us with preparing some dishes and some cleaning. How great is it having close friends who are family too? The value of having close friends/family is so important and we're so lucky to have such a wonderful (and huge) extended family. From my niece who is 9 to my 70-something aunt, everyone really helps out with dear little Evann.

Instead of hiring a clown (as I am scared of them), we hired a young friend from church to do some magic.

He did a great job, first doing some card tricks to keep the kids entertained (it was supposed to be for the kids though many adults enjoyed the tricks too). He had the entire "stage" when he did an amazing 30 minute show which had the audience amazed and wanting more (can't wait for Evann's future parties).

The party was suppose to wind up at 9 pm, but as it turns out, some close friends/family members stayed until midnight taking advantage of the few remaining warm summer evenings on the patio. It was only then that we (Mommy L and I as well as my sister) were really able to relax and truly enjoy first hand.

Once the party was over, we packed up the car with the loads of expected, but greatly appreciated presents. Wow, if there are any doubts whether Evann will be spoiled, those doubts have been answered with a resounding, "YES!" The generousity of our friends/family astounds me and I am truly grateful for their generousity. Evann loves all his presents.

One present, that really touched me and deserves special mention, is the pillow and quilt that my 12-year old niece sewed for Evann during "quilting camp" (no, I didn't realize that "quilting camp" existed either). It's so cute with a sports theme and dual sided. She is such a great kid, so talented and really loves Evann (and takes great care of him - as does all her family), but I can't imagine to be that considerate at that age. I still have problems sewing buttons on my shirts.

I truly feel blessed for my friends, family (both extended and now my new nuclear family), my beautiful wife who's a fantastic mother and my incredible son who is my gleam in my eye. My hope for those who read this is that you are also surrounded by loving and supportive friends and family...for those of you who know us, you know that you have that already in us. We are eternally grateful to all of you.

Now, I'd better get preparing for Evann's one year birthday because THAT'S the BIG one! Yikes!

First Road Trip!

2006-08-09T20:39:00.000-07:00

Today, we had our first road trip! We've had some short excursion and overnight trips, but this was Evann's first time on a plane! We flew down to LA to celebrate my friend's (and distant relative) son's first birthday. Once again we were taught another of life's lessons and harsh realities regarding babies...when you travel with one, they come with many "accessories". Holy crap. My personal luggage has went from one carry-on piece of luggage to slightly less than a half of a carry-on piece of luggage. I'm sharing with my son...half of my clothes lost to diapers.

Thankfully, our friends in LA have a son who's turning one. It's good because we didn't have to take as much down with us since they have most of the baby accessories needed. We also wanted to test Evann with flying and a short trip to LA sounded just perfect!

I was anxious prior to the trip, I just wasn't sure how little Evann was going to be. I've travelled a lot and used to cringe with horror when a little baby was seated near me. I would silently chant, "Please don't cry, please don't cry..." only to have the little tyke, wail like it was going out of style.

Of course, dear Evann proved Dada wrong again. He was an ideal passenger and wonderful flyer (yes, I'm touching wood right now). He slept during both takeoff and landing, and for most of the flight. When he was awake, he was carted off by the flight crew and pampered like the prince that he is.

The Air Canada crew was awesome! I'll only fly Air Canada!

While in LA, we also decided to do another first. Give baby Evann his first haircut! We were convinced by my friend who had recently shaved the head of his one-year old son. Evann was great again. I held him while my friend shaved and he didn't make a peep. The end result, a cute little baldish baby.

It was a wonderful trip to LA. All that we did was eat and sleep. Literally. Everytime we were planning to do an outing, we'd go and eat first...and then get tired...and then decide to go back and sleep. It was great! It wasn't our first trip to LA so don't think that we totally wasted our time (though I didn't get to have In 'N Out). Having said that, next trip down, we'll be more productive and do more "touristy" things.

One trip down...a lifetime left! I hope Evann is always a good flyer like he was this trip. Next trip, we're going to go a little further, I'm not sure where yet, but stay posted!

Two Month Shots?!? OUCH!

2006-08-04T10:19:00.000-07:00

Last week Evann turned two months old which is a nice accomplishment (okay, surviving another day after day isn't much of an accomplishment for us now, but it's big for babies). More importantly, two months is the start of many shots to come. This is a "tip of the hat" to those of you who don't have kids or are expecting kids. Prior to having Evann, I never knew how difficult it is to watch your kids in pain. For that reason, I tried to avoid being at this appointment, but Mommy L didn't want to go alone either so I sucked it up. Even seeing these pictures makes me a little misty (it must be the onions I'm cutting). Sniff.

It started off as another normal visit to the Dr.'s for poor, unexpecting Evann. He was happy as can be. Laughing and playing...for now.

But he knew something was up. He sensed a disturbance in the force.

Mommy L comforted him while the Dr. administered the first of four shots (I still don't really understand why there must be four shots instead of one BIG shot - I'm hoping it's for medical/scientific reasons and not for billing purposes). After the first shot, there was a look of confusion on little Evann's face. It was the look of "Hey. Wait a minute, something kind of pinched me. What was that?!?" He didn't cry...yet.

By the second shot, the waterworks were on. In fact the whole system was on. He may be little, but he was strong as Mommy L had to restrain him (I was cowering in the corner, rocking myself in fetal position). He cried so hard and with so much passion, it broke my heart not to be able to comfort him. But as quickly as it started it was over, the shots were expertly and promptly administered. Evann had little streaks of blood running down his legs as he was cleaned up and bandaged.

I swooped him up and picked him up. I was prepared for hours of crying and comforting, but the little Evann surprised me once again. He stopped crying once he was picked up. He was fine. He wasn't "Hey, let's do that again" fine, but he was calm and content.

I realized Evann is going to hurt himself and will survive. I can't protect him from everything and he's going to protect himself too. But I'm still not looking forward to the next round of shots. I also realized that once again, anticipation is way worse than reality...maybe I should go clean up the garage now. Maybe not. ;)

Changing Every Day!

2006-07-20T23:00:00.000-07:00

I swear I heard Evann speaking his first words today and not just words, but full sentences. I know it sounds impossible for a baby less than 8 weeks be speaking in full sentences, but it's absolutely amazing! I could swear that I heard Evann reciting the "To be or not to be" soliloquy though Mommy L says it's sounds more like a G.W. Bush speech...she may have a point. Regardless, his endless chattering and gooing is so wonderful to hear. The boy is really starting to develop and grow.

Which comes to my next point. When does it happen? When do we first have realization? I am always wondering what babies dream about or have nightmares about? Are they real thoughts or just concepts? I often find little Evann laying on my chest sleeping and then he chuckles "Heh, heh, heh" in his cute little voice...which makes me chuckle...and to which he in turn chuckles some more. It's so cute, but I wonder "what do you find so darn funny?"

Speaking of realization, I had one of my own. I realized that I am now a parent. This may be more of an Asian parent realization, but it dawned on me when I found myself washing the salad container. Okay, maybe I have to be more specific. I found myself dishwashing, in fact, putting into the dishwasher, the Wendy's takeout salad container. I don't know when it happened, but it's happened; I have truly become an Asian parent.

It's been almost two months since dear Evann was born and so much has happened during his short life. He's been to a couple of movies, a few of my baseball games, a couple of baseball tournaments, attended two weddings, introduced at church, a few birthday parties and more than his share of family dinners/BBQ's. He's met countless number of friends and relatives (though admittingly, he has trouble sorting out who's who...as do his parents sometimes).

He's sleeping fairly well at night for 3-5 hour stints. Poor Mommy L has been taking the vast majority of the night feedings now that I've returned to work. I feel badly, but sometimes I'm so tired, I don't even realize what's going on. Mommy L has been fantastic and is really a wonderful mother. She's been working out and has been trying "hot yoga" (basically yoga in a sauna which sounds like hell to me). She looks great and always has a smile on her face.

I've had to be away a few times since returning to work. It's always hard to leave Evann, but it really gives me something to look forward to when I return home. While away from him, I just notice babies all around and try to get a glimpse to quench my baby fix. When I return home, I can't wait to see, kiss and hold Evann. My heart melts when he greets me with a shriek of joy or smiles. Sure, it may be gas or simply surprise, but like I said earlier...it's all a matter of interpretation.

6 weeks old - His First World Cup Final

2006-07-09T13:17:00.000-07:00

Our little Evann is already 6 weeks old and enjoying his first World Cup Final with his dad...ok, kind of enjoying it until "the incident" with Zidane. Evann could not understand why key man Zinedine Zidane's loss of control which led to his dramatic sending-off 10 minutes left in extra time. Evann lost it and was subsequently booked by the referee as well.
Although, we were cheering for France, it was a great final - excellent pace and chances by both teams. Still waiting to hear what made Zidane head butt Materazzi in the chest. I hope that Evann will show more discipline than Zidane in the future.

Evann has been a great little baby. He's growing and growing every day. This week he's up to 6 ounces of milk per feeding! This is up substantially from the 4 ounces last week (much to the chagrin of his dear mom). He's actually starting to fit into his 3 month clothes and getting the foundation of his future "Michelin" legs.

There are a few things in parenthood which I've come to realize. The first is how people cannot help and give their unsolicited advice and how that advice conflicts with other people's advice and comparison with their children. "Don't do that." "Don't do this." "With X, it always worked." "Oh Y, never did that." Parenthood is a constant challenge in diplomacy, editing and censorship. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that WE are much more prone to giving unsolicited advice now too; of course, as new members it is our perogative. ;)

Another interesting realization is that the grandparents can NEVER over-spoil their grandchildren. I guess with the strict routines and regulations of new parents such as ourselves, it's good that little Evann gets that once in a while. Having said that, his grandparents come and visit him once, twice, sometimes three times a day! It's nice to be loved, eh?

I've started work again. It's been a real challenge to help Mommy L with the night feedings and try to get up for work. To her absolute credit, she's stepped it up a notch and has taken the additional baby work load in stride. I've tried to help by taking on more during the weekend and taking care of Evann during the week so she can go out on her own. Life is starting to resemble some sense of normalcy again...for now.

Well, it's time for a nap for me and the boy! Thanks for reading, we'll virtually see you soon!

Happy Month-day!

2006-06-28T04:55:00.000-07:00

Okay, I know that celebrating the first month may seem like another overzealous first-time parent and admittingly, it is, but there is also some validity in celebrating all the numerous first-times. Also, when is the next time I can really summarize ALL the events of one person's life.

It's been a month already. And quite a month it's been. Little Evann is getting bigger with each week (the paranoia of first time parents worrying if their baby is eating enough, etc, is over). Our family has seen not one, but two additions to the family (more on that later). He's had so many firsts and enjoyed some great sporting events, such as an improbable run by the Oilers to the Stanley Cup finals only to lose the final game (Evann actually cried when Carolina scored their empty net, one may believe it was coincidence, but I think he saw the high-stick in the Carolina zone), he's enjoyed almost every match of this year's World Cup (and was so strong when Korea was knocked out), he's watched the Blue Jays have a pretty good month of ball and he's even come watch me play in a few baseball games without complaint.

One non-sports related events, he's saved his best for his 30-day. He slept all night in his cradle (okay for 4.5 hours) only waking when I woke him up to feed him (just moments ago). This has been a big accomplishment because he's been sleeping with us in bed as of late. Like his father, he is a hard sucker and has moved to bottle feeding breast milk (I on the other hand, enjoy a nice cold bottle of beer occasionally). I watched in amazement as he (again like his father) polished off his meal faster than it took to heat it. Let's just hope that he doesn't have a soft spot for pizza and KFC like his dada.

His first hair style. The baby faux-hawk.

Yesterday, Evann saw his first theatre movie..."The Lake House." We enjoyed one of the "Stars and Strollers" movies. I think this is formerly known as "Movies for Mommies", but was changed to the less glamorous name due to the age of political correctness. For those of you who have young children, this is a great event held every two weeks (at selected movie theatres for only selected movies) in which there is a change table along with diapers provided by the theatre. The movies are said to be quieter and the theatre more lit though I didn't really notice a huge difference yesterday. For those of you who don't have kids, if you ever happen to accidentally go into one of these screenings, leave immediately unless you don't mind your movie being interrupted by crying, cooing and people swaying their babies. Evann did not cry during the entire movie, though Mommy L did. ;)

As for the other addition to our clan, my sister or rather my 8-year old niece decided that there was no better time for a puppy than now. We were happy to announce the addition of Kaya, a beautiful Chocolate Labrador. She is the split image of Evann (in puppy form) having big paws, a big head and just finding her way in this world. Kaya is a little more toilet trained though Evann has yet to pee on our kitchen floor. I'm sure that Kaya and Evann will be great friends throughout the years.

As from my stance, it's been a great month. I've enjoyed this time off from work (I return too soon) and have greatly appreciated the wealth of support from my family, friends and co-workers. Not a day has gone by without a visitor so it's been busy, but both Mommy L and I love to entertain guests. Having said that Mommy L has been incredible throughout this entire process. We've had our quarrels and spats, but nothing that isn't outshone by our love for one another and this incredible new love for little Evann. I've learned to not wash disposable diapers (see past posts), point "the pepper" down, don't be too vigilant & wait for the second poop before changing the diaper, and don't listen to too much Raffi.

I can't wait for the next stage of Evann's life. I'm sure it'll be as exciting as the first month, but hopefully with more rest. I'm not holding my breath though. I've got so much to learn and I'm sure that Evann will be a great tutor. Peace!

Happy (1st) Father's Day!

2006-06-18T11:14:00.000-07:00

How exciting! My first father's day!

I've never really appreciated Father's Day before as I have today. It's not too bad; I could live with this "Father's Day" stuff. My day started with a card from the boy (interpreted and channelled through Mommy L) and some yummy cupcakes bedside. My father's day present is NO DIAPER CHANGES and I get to play hockey and watch World Cup Soccer tonight (Korea vs. France)...GO KOREA! It's really MY day! Yippee!!!

The concept of fatherhood is really starting to sink in and you know what? It feels good. We ventured out last night for our first baby-free outing, Mommy L's cousin's wedding reception. We left Evann with my parents and surprisingly, not only did I miss him, but also we left before the dinner was done. Mind you, it was a 10 course Chinese meal. I couldn't believe that after only a few hours how much I missed the little bugger.

I wrote little Evann a little letter.

My dear son Evann,

I'm sitting with you in my arms and I'm looking lovingly at your beautiful face. I hold you close and I kiss you gently upon your sleeping face as I look upon you with endless love.

I'm thinking about how you're going to turn out. I promise to be there cheering you on when you score your first goal in hockey, hit your first home run in baseball, make your first save in soccer (football) and sink your first basket in basketball. I will also be there cheering you on during your first penalty in hockey, your first strike out in baseball, the first goal you let in in soccer (football), and miss the winning shot in basketball. I will always love you in whatever you do.

In the next few years, you're going to be watching me play sports and you'll be cheering me on. I'll play my heart out for your cheers and to make you proud. And as I hold you in my arm, I feel tears as I think that one day, you will be holding me and kissing me gently on my face.

We'll be a great team son. I can't wait to watch you grow up. As my grandfather said to me, "You must be better than your father who was better than me." In my eyes, you are already better than me because you already make me feel so proud.

Love,
Dada

Okay, I know that the sappy factor is high, but that's really what I think and feel when I see this kid. I don't know how it's happened (again, I go back to the cuteness power or Jedi Cuteness Power which I referred to a few entries back).

Evann has been great lately. Pretty much on a schedule (I'm starting to realize that an hour or two variance is acceptable). Sleeps well through the night and not too much crying in general.

As you can see from the picture, against most books and advice, we have resorted to using the "dark one" aka "soo-soo" aka the pacifier or soother. It works like a charm especially when I'm waiting for a bottle of expressed milk to warm up (yes, we're bottle feeding him breast milk too). I'm not ashamed.

The kid is really growing up. He eats like a horse (my genes I'm sure). I can't believe it's only been 3 weeks since he's been born. I can't believe it's been 3 weeks since I've become a father. I'm loving every minute of it.

By the by, we won our first game of the playoffs today (1 goal and 2 assists for me), Korea tied France 1-1 putting them 1st in their division and my sister made the family a wonderful Father's Day BBQ dinner! Happy Father's Day to all you fathers out there! Like I said, I could get used to this Father's Day stuff!

Baby Brain

2006-06-13T15:21:00.000-07:00

What is this power that babies have over the general population to turn them into mindless babbling fools. If I could only bottle up that cuteness, I could control the world. Unfortunately, my wife will not let me bottle any part of Evann.

This power also translates into the baby songs that we are always mindlessly singing to babies as well. Have you ever really examined any of these songs? Last night, I was rocking with the boy on the gliding chair and singing "Rock-a-bye-baby". I started to think about the lyrics of this disturbing song.

Just think about the lyrics for a moment:
Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all

I wonder to myself, why is this baby and the cradle in a tree during a serious wind storm (obviously strong enough to break boughs)? And is this a song that really soothes and put a baby's mind at peace to sleep? I, too, would be on guard and would be resistant to sleep with tree-placing-cradle-caregivers like this.

Anyhow, the parenting continues to be fun and challenging. Baby E keeps us on our toes. Every day, I think that we've finally got a schedule and the boy just changes it. He's subtle though, only modifying times by an hour or sleeping when he should be awake or vice versa. I know it's intentional because I see the little smirk on his face. He's so tricky. I like his style though, but what he doesn't know is that his father is advanced too. I'm just going to trick him with reverse psychology. Yeah. So when he tries one of his little changes, I'll say I wanted him to do that. Yeah. I'm all over it.

By the way, the words and lyrics to the nursery rhyme "Rock-a-bye Baby" are reputed to reflect the observations of a young pilgrim boy in America who had seen Native Indian mothers suspend a birch bark cradle from the branches of a tree enabling the wind to rock the cradle and the child to sleep. The rhyme also hold a warning on the choice of bough! Still, I wouldn't recommend it.

Week 2 - The battle rages on...

2006-06-11T13:52:00.000-07:00

I've been a father for two weeks now and I've learned a lot. I know there is still much to learn and time/experience is the only way to learn. I'm not on the honour roll yet, but I'm passing. Every sleepless night is like a night of cramming before the big exam the next day...unfortunately, the big exam always seems to be postponed to the following night so there's another night of cramming. An endless cycle.

Karma is a funny thing. I think that's why I enjoy watching "My Name is Earl" (which is all about rectifying or balancing Karma). Karma got me good a couple of mornings ago as I was teasing Mommy L about not being able to properly put on a diaper. It was early (6 am) and the boy woke up on cue. As I went to pick him up, I realized that his onesy was wet. I shook my head lovingly at my sleeping bride and thought, "Oh honey" with mock disapproval. Being Super Dad, I quickly changed the diaper and outfit and went to the rocking chair to put him back to sleep (as is our routine). I held the boy close to my chest and hugged him lovingly. I could feel the warmth of his body..."wow, he's really warm" I thought. That warmth spread down my chest and then not only did I feel warmth, but also wetness. It turns out that I, too, have some diaper changing lessons to learn. Is there fatherhood summer courses so I can upgrade my mark?

To make matters worse, in my haste, I didn't take the diaper out of his sleeper and it went into the wash. Now, I'm not sure if anyone has washed a disposable diaper before, but I recommend not doing it. Have you ever wondered what makes a baby's diaper so "absorbant"? Well, let me tell you, it's not just material in those diapers, but apparently there is an absorbant gel - some sort of absorbant material that just sucks up the moisture. And I'm not talking about a couple of gel beads - but a WHOLE LOT of them. Well, if you do ever wash a disposable diaper, here's what to do (apprently not many people do this because I couldn't even find help in the almighty Internet). First of all, shake all the clothes out and put them into the dryer and air only dry (oh yeah, remove the diaper and throw away). Run your washer(empty) for a full cycle. Rewash the clothes sans diaper. Last lesson, don't blame your wife for doing it. SHE has a system. Is there a remedial fatherhood class?

Fatherhood has not only taught me these valuable lessons, but has also taught me that babies really do cost a lot of money. It seems that we're always picking up something "baby" related whenever we're out from diapers to creams to washcloths to breast pads. There's always something.

Of course, financial cost is not the only cost. The loss of sleep still plagues me. Instead of writing my blog right now, I should be trying to catch a few winks, but I haven't entered anything lately so I feel compelled. The parallels between parenthood and war continues to draw closer. I feel like I'm living my life in a foxhole (the couch) catching some zzz's before the next barrage of gunfire (crying or worse, diaper change). Never is the sleep solid and I'm always on my guard. You work with other memebers of your unit (spouse) and cover each other when you can. It never feels like it's going to end and you don't feel like you're gaining any ground. But I'm waiting for the day that they tell me the war is over. Many parents of kids much older have informed me that the war is never over. I remain optimistic for at least a truce.

I continue to look at my dear Evann's face with everlasting love. He remains my pride and joy and my heart jumps at every smile (despite me knowing it's probably just gas). I love telling friends how "advanced" he is with his ability to turn his head and kick his legs. I truly love this boy. For him, I will continue to learn my lessons of parenthood and hopefully pass.

One Week Down - A Lifetime Left

2006-06-05T00:00:00.000-07:00

As I sit here with little one week old Evann in my arms, I wonder. I wonder how I could have been so blessed with such a beautiful baby boy. I wonder how I can love this little guy so much and love him more every time I look into his eyes. I wonder how I can type this blog with the boy on my arm (I'm hoping my wife wakes up so she can take a picture). Finally, I wonder when I'm going to have a full night's sleep again.

The first week of parenthood has been a wonderful experience; full of excitement, elation and pure joy as well as full of challenges, frustration, and loss (of sleep). The boy is now the only world that I understand and remember. I can't remember what life was like prior to the baby despite it only being one week since his birth.

My own life and passions have taken a back seat to the boy. Of course, Mommy L is a primary concern and focus of mine as well. She is so strong and such a great mother already, I'm so impressed with her. Yesterday she had her first solo "adventure" of going out into the world baby-free. Admittingly, it wasn't a grand adventure - she went to London Drugs for 10 minutes to pick up a breast pump - but a solo adventure none-the-less.

Today, we had another "big" outing, we went to Superstore. Now this may seem mundane and uninteresting, but I had another realization while there which ties into this thought of loss of self. I used to love food shopping and cooking...today, I couldn't think of anything to cook...and nor did I want to. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Of course, I know this will not last forever; yet I wonder if things will ever be the same (pre-baby) again. I know that the answer is inevitably "no". I also know that once a parent - always a parent. I will always worry and protect my son as long as I live. I can't say that I mind either way. My life has definitely been blessed with the arrival of my dear boy.

A New Hope

2006-06-03T10:32:00.000-07:00

There is a glimmer of hope, I feel like I just found out there was another Skywalker.

Amongst the plethora of advice (verbal and written) and online searching, we're starting to get it. Things that I now understand and things I'd like to pass along:
1. Get your sleep while you can.
2. Sleep when the baby sleep.
3. Establish routine.
4. Babies Cry...Eat...Sleep...And make poo/pee. That's it.
5. Respect your baby.
6. Don't just listen to one baby CD - get more than one (I'm still listening to the same Raffi CD).

Okay, I didn't promise any earth shattering advice. I'll add to the list as I learn more, after all, it's been less than a week. Feel free to let me know any pieces of advice you may have and I'll add them on too (pending review of course).

Last night, Mommy and I managed to sleep...together. Mommy painstakingly manually expressed some milk earlier in the day which I fed to the baby during the night. I also used "Ovol" drops (which are anti-gas drops) to help dear Evann with his gas problem. I don't believe he's "colicky", but I really dislike the way our society finds blanket terms for any problem; baby cries - "he/she's colicky", kid is active - "he/she has ADHD", daddy has a bottle of wine, case of beer and a mickey of scotch every night - "he's an alcoholic". Babies cry, that's the simple truth of the matter (refer to #4 on the list).

Anywho, Evann woke up only once last night before 7 am. It allowed us to finally get some much needed sleep. Today, I feel human again, not just some drone zombie under the mind control of some omniscient evil baby. I know it's only the first day of success, but every streak starts at one. This overly optimistic mentality could be the results of the non-stop Raffi-athon that goes on here. Visitors beware.

So onto week #2. I am feeling confident and happy. It's amazing what a little sleep can do for you. I no longer fear the night! Bring it on!

The First Few Days...

2006-05-31T07:02:00.000-07:00

Wow.

There's a baby at my house.

It's MY baby.

Wow.

It's been a few days since we've had Baby Evann home. I don't really know how many days since every day has now blurred into one. Day, night...they have meaning no longer. It's funny that only a mere week ago I COULDN'T sleep because I was excited/anxious; now I CANNOT sleep because of the boy. It's such a challenge especially at night when he seems to tap into the earth's core for power. He cries...and cries...and cries. It's a battle of wills and strength...one would probably give odds in a two against one contest, but he dominates us.

Having said all of that, he is so precious to us. Despite feeling frustrated sometimes, I cannot ever feel upset at him for I know that it's as much as a challenge for him as for me. I love him so dearly and one look from his beautiful eyes and I melt. This kid owns me.

Things I can only share with another father which will have some semblance of understanding are the SLEEPLESS nights, the frustration of breast feeding (non-fathers don't understand this and look at you cock-eyed), the SLEEPLESS days, the crying and of course, the lack of sleep.

I always thought I would be SUPER DAD! I love kids and I've been an uncle many times over and have even lived with my sister when my first nephew was born; it didn't seem that hard...maybe because I could come and go as I wanted. I'm having doubts already. The boy has rocked my confidence of my fathering super power. He is my kryptonite.

I've listened to this looping Raffi CD around 200 times in the last 24 hours. It's like some strange mind altering drug. I'm happy yet want to kill. When will the sleep come?

I find myself speaking like Darth Vader during some evenings when he's crying. No, not with "Evann I am your father", but the lesser known "What is your bidding, my master."

For all you expecting fathers and mothers...get your sleep. This advice was frivolously tossed aside when told several times. I beg for forgiveness for this brashness.

I know that it's only a few years away. I'm really looking forward to it. In fact, I've already planned my first trip with "the boys", we're planning to go out in 2017. I can't wait. I hope he lets me go.

I must go, my Master cries for me. And he's trained me to run when he calls. "I'm coming my son!"

The Adventure Begins

2006-05-29T22:10:00.000-07:00

Isn't pregnancy and birthing funny...sometimes not "ha ha" funny, but more "what's that smell" funny. As a first time father, I can honestly say that patience is the only virtue that matters. You cannot rush a baby.

What has happened since the last entry is obviously from my perspective only, but I'll be as objective and unbiased as I can be. Mommy L should have a very different recollection of events, but after all, this is my blog. Regardless, the events that have passed have uniquivocally changed my life...

After going to the hospital, we were told that Mommy L was only 3 cm. They didn't want to send us home since she was having regular contractions. The nurse wanted us to walk around for two hours to see if things progress. The comment was "you don't have 'THE LOOK'"...whatever that means. So we walked. Now, despite how big a hospital is, there is only so many places one can walk in two hours. Needless-to-say, we now know the hallways of the Womans Hospital intimately since our two hour walk changed into a three hour walk with no progression. So we were sent home at 11:30 am.

While at home we could do nothing but wait so I slept. Mommy L was still having contractions which were intesifying. We didn't want to go to the hospital and be sent back again so she took a warm shower (which is supposed to help the baby "drop"). It may have helped if we hadn't run out of hot water.

I woke up to find my dear wife experiencing contractions 2 minutes apart, but lasting only 30 seconds (yes, I know it's only "only" for the men). Instead of going to the hospital and being sent back, we decided to call the hospital. The time at this point is 2:30 pm. The nurse in admiting remembered us - the "walkers" -and suggested to slow down the contractions to have a bath. I find this logic a little backwards (since I thought we were trying to increase the frequency and duration of the contractions) until she tells me that not only do the contractions have to increase and intensify, but the mother must be dialated 10 cm. Pregnancy is an intricate symphony of activity in the woman's body - in which the men are the ushers. The other problem is that the last suggestion was to take a long hot bath, BUT we're out of hot water because of the previous showering suggestion. Being the resourceful person that I am; I do it old school style and I boil some water on the stove and pour it pot by pot into the bathtub.

After the bath, the contractions started up again...this time with a vengence. Poor Mommy L is in tears with every contraction. It came to the point that Mommy wanted to go to the hospital even for a shot of morphine to relieve the pain (which the nurse had earlier suggested) so off we went again.

This time as soon as we walked into the admitting area, the nurses said that Mommy L had now got "the Look". Upon further evaluation, it turns out that Mommy L was now dilated 6 cm! Unexpectly, we were going to be admitted and going to have a baby soon! I new sense of joy, excitement and fear washed over me as the realization that I was going to be a father dawned on me (okay, I never said that I was that bright - but better late than never, right?).

Mommy L received an epidural at 6 pm to relieve the pain and it worked like a charm. She went from excruciating pain to total calm. After waking from her nap at 10:30 pm, Mommy L was fully dilated at 10 cm and could start pushing. I won't get into the intricate details of the birth, but it suffices to say that it looked more painful and strenuous than anything I'll ever experience - the term "labor" is well coined as it doesn't look like fun. My sister JM was in the room during the entire labor and documented everything - from the early stages when I was watching the Oilers knock out the Ducks to the crowning and subsequent birthing of dear Evann (those pictures will not be viewed by the public though).

After an hour and a half of pushing, the long journey finally came to an end for my little boy (and champion Mommy). Little Evann made his grand debut. There is nothing more breathtaking and magical than watching your child being birthed. Tears of pure joy started streaming down my face as soon as I saw his beautiful face (originally I thought they were sweat drops, but my vision was blurred so I assume that they were tears). I cut the umbilical cord with precision of a surgeon - for those who have yet to experience it - the Dr. simply says to "cut here" - it's more simple than making snowflakes in Grade 1 since there was no folding involved.

So..the Adventure Began on May 28, 2006 at 00:01 (12:01 am for you non-metric people). I am an extremely proud father and husband. Both mother and child are doing wonderfully. I'm looking forward to the next challenge...the first few days...

It's time...

2006-05-27T06:12:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm not sure if it was the spicy food or one of the other "non-medical ways" to speed up labour, but something has worked.

It's now 6:10 am and Mommy L has been in early (but active) labour for most of the night.

We've timed the contractions now to a mere 6 minutes. We're waiting for the golden 5 minutes apart - 1 minute in duration. Okay, she's waiting...I'm blogging (but still watching the time and helping her breath through the contractions - it's the least I can do).

I quickly scour the Internet for any last minute advice and things I have to do before Baby Evann arrives...let's face it...it's too late. Like we said during hide and go seek, "Ready or not, here I come..."

Contractions are coming fast and furious...we'd better get going to the hospital.

Yikes!!!

...okay, it wasn't QUITE time...

The Big Day of Waiting...

2006-05-26T18:33:00.000-07:00

Well today is the day! Little baby Evann and Mommy L has made their respective journeys this far. Our Dr. has called this the "perfect pregnancy" with everything going according to plan. Now we wait.

We were about to watch a movie last night "The DaVinci Code" with another pregnant couple - isn't it interesting that men always refer to themselves as being pregnant too - I alway try to refrain from doing that. Anyhow, while trying to locate them via cell phone, we were shocked to find out that V's water had broken (she's a V too). This was a shock to all since the their baby's due date wasn't until 666 (June 6) and this drastically changed their birthing plan (yes, they still believed that they could actually plan a schedule around the birth). Needless-to-say, the movie was cancelled and our friends went off to have a baby. I just spoke with Papa S and it looks like their baby still hasn't arrived...we're still waiting to hear about Evann's future playmate.

Waking up this morning, the world changed again. Mommy L is having her first pangs of early labour. Some light contractions around 30 minutes apart.

Here we go...let the wild ride start!

I've been working from home for the morning and we spend the rest of the day out and about. Not doing anything too strenuous, but mainly just trying to keep Mommy L's mind off the contractions. She finds that as the day progresses things are starting to calm down and she's not noticing the contractions as much. I relax thinking that it was just a false alarm...maybe some sympathy contractions/labour arising due to last night's excitement.

We have some friends drop by for a visit and even bring us some dinner (thanks MJ). We also go out to meet my family for a spicy meal at the Chili Pepper House restaurant nearby. This is a great place serving mixed Chinese and Indian cuisine. It's very spicy and I figure a good way to get this baby back on track. Here are some other Non-medical ways to speed up labour:
• nipple stimulation (you can do this yourself, involve your partner or use an electric breast pump)
• sex (if your membranes haven’t ruptured)
• herbal teas such as "nine month tea" or "raspberry leave"

We've tried it all...and we wait.

TWO DAYS?!?

2006-05-24T05:53:00.000-07:00

Sleep has evaded me like the Canucks evade the playoffs. Ouch. I'm just sore because the Oilers (the team whom the Canucks so graciously invited into the playoffs) are up 3-0 in their series. But I digress.

The advice I always hear is "get as much sleep as you can get" and "go out as much as possible". Both these advice are sound since sleep and freedom are the first things to go when having a baby, but don't they seem a little conflicting? It's like giving my friends free reins to a bar, but telling them to stay sober (this was proven difficult - as per the last post).

I think the pending arrival of Evann is finally sinking in. Oh yeah, I can hear the collective thought of "FINALLY", but it's not that I've not accepted the role of being a father (note the double negative). It's just that I'm realizing that the boy is really coming and soon. TWO DAYS!?! Now, of course, I realize that most babies do not arrive on their due dates, but still the fact that the due date is a mere two days is...EXCITING!

By the way, I did put together the crib and the baby room is finally finished (okay, if L is reading she'll say that I still have to put away the cable modem and wireless router which is currently on the floor).

I think what's really keeping me from sleeping is the realization that I'm not going to be a Funcle (that is Fun Uncle) this time. You know the Uncle that can play well with your kid, rile them up, buy them treats and then leaves you to deal with impending meltdown due to fatigue and sugar crash. I'm now entering the world of parenthood where I'm going to be responsible for this little being for the rest of my life.

Though a daunting task, I'm sure that there've been those before me who have taken this task (around 20 billion). But even so, I plan on being the best father possible to my son. I will say now that sometimes I will make mistakes, sometimes I will be over protective and I may even be wrong (though this is unlikely since I still have yet to be wrong in my marriage). :p One thing is for sure, I will always love young Evann with all my heart and soul. Even when he pees on me.

Baby's not here, but I still can't sleep

2006-05-21T10:16:00.000-07:00

It's 3 am. I can't sleep. I'm SO thirsty, yet too lazy to get up and get a glass of water. Ohmygosh, soon I'll HAVE to get up if the baby is crying. This will be good practice plus I won't be thirsty. I get up and almost make it directly to the kitchen, I stop for rest on the couch on the way (our house isn't that big).

It's now 6 am. I wake up the worse "pre-baby" way possible; to the sound of a murder of crows. Once again, I make my way to the kitchen, go outside and pretend to throw things at them. A few scatter, but some can't see me, thus my antics are ineffective. The mind-numbing cawing continues for another hour.

9 am. I stir from my restless night's sleep thinking, "I should put together the crib." But before I take on such lofty projects, I have to move all my internet connections and rewire everything. Good thing the baby has a bassinet in our room for the first few months. "I should really put together the crib though." Maybe tomorrow. It's a long weekend after all. This baby is going to come out soon, my days of procrastination are coming to an end.

Possibly against my better judgment, we're having a BBQ today for my hockey team. In every book we've read and during the prenatal classes, it has been mentioned time and time again to do as much as possible prior to the baby's birth. We have taken this quite literally. We went out less before L was pregnant (which probably led to her getting pregnant).

This week, we've attended a baby shower (for a friend), a BBQ, a movie, a family dinner (for my mom's birthday) plus I was sick for a few days. Wow, what a week.

Today, as mentioned will be my hockey team's BBQ. We've prepared all the food and my dear wife L has been so supportive. Despite not being fully behind this endeavor, she has smiled and helped throughout. From all the shopping, to food preparation to cleaning. What a woman. Having said that, to help L, I put certain parameters around the BBQ such as prompt start at 4 pm and prompt end at 8 pm (which should minimize the drunken baffoonery).

We have lots of great food and no real theme. It's a very ecclectic menu from Korean short ribs (kalbi) to Jamacian jerk chicken wings to Thai noodle salad to scalloped potatoes. Should be good. Except for the rain. But when you have lemons, you make a soy-lemon dressing with a hint of cilantro...or lemonade. We moved the party into the garage. Now for those of you who haven't seen our garage, it's not a "party" garage with sofas, pool table and tv...it's a "where do I put this crap" garage. We managed to cram 15 people into the single car garage and had a great time.

My time constraints went out the door when I made the first martini at 8:30. Things got really out of hand when I opened the second bottle of vodka and we started playing poker. L, as usual, was a gracious host throughout, lovingly realizing that her first baby (me) needed some last playtime (thanks my love). The evening finally wound up at around 1:30 am (but don't worry, I knocked L out of the poker tourney at around midnight - see, I'm a good husband too!).

Wow. I'm going to have a kid.

T-Minus ONE week.

2006-05-19T18:13:00.000-07:00

One week and counting...

One week to enjoy life as I know it.

One week of restful, uninterrupted sleep (other than my wife's snoring).

One week of me.

I'd never thought this day would come. The proceedings of the last few months not to mention the last few years for that matter, seem to have blown by. Having been only married last July (yes, do the math, it's well over 9 months ago), our "bundle of joy" was an unexpected, but welcome surprise.

Here's how the story goes...two weeks after being married, my wife came back from a day out with her friends only to say that she'd visited a Tarot card reader. The Tarot card reader had claimed that we would not be having a child for many years and that our child would be a girl. So I asked my wife if I could allow my swimmers to "go for it" which she confidently agreed. As you can see from where I am now, I want my $10 back from the Tarot card reader.

Since then, life has been interesting to say the least. We packed up our little condo in the more affluent Westside of Vancouver for a small house in the family oriented East Van (thus the name Evann - East Van). We traded in the Acura RSX for a Honda CRV. My den, once the site of business is now future room for transferring poop (okay, not so different from business). Needless-to-say, we're ecstatic.

Having read every book which tells us what to expect, the only part left is having the baby (which according to our prenatal class, should be quite a breeze). I've also gone over several web-based "baby checklists" and "to do lists". I'm ready. Having said that, is child birth really THAT difficult for any man? Not a day passes in which I don't love my wife more and praise her for her courage and strength...not a day passes in which I would not switch places with her (though I have added my share of sympathy weight).

As the happy day draws nearer, I can only ask myself the questions typical of any expecting father: Will I be a good father? Will I be able to support my family? Will my child be smart? Will my child be a good athlete (mutually exclusive to the previous question)? Will my child be cool (also mutually exclusive)?

At this point, only one thing is important; that my wife and child are both healthy and happy and have the least traumatic delivery possible. I can't wait to watch my boy enter into this world. It will be one of the most incredibly magical moments in my life for sure.

Thanks for reading! Stay tuned for further updates...same bat time...same bat channel. Peace and blessings!