Day 343 - Separated at Birth: The Answer!

Yesterday I posted a picture of Andrew that reminded me of someone famous. And with no further ado, here's the answer:

It's Spritle, Speed Racer's brother! Isn't the resemblance uncanny?

Tomorrow, I'll post the usual poll results and new poll. But on Tuesday I'll spill all of the juicy details about Andrew's first haircut! Hopefully with photos and video.

Day 342 - Separated at Birth?

Since it's the Labor Day holiday, I'm going to take it a little easy on the blog this weekend. But I thought I'd share this picture of Andrew with you. I totally think he looks like someone famous. I'll post the answer tomorrow!

Who does Andrew look like?

Day 341 - Picture Friday

The aftermath of Mommy accidentally farting in Emma's face.

"I love my toy ball...now only if my actual balls lit up and played songs."

"Umm...yah...this wasn't a good idea."

"I love Daddy's hairy ass."


Have a great weekend!

Day 340 - Jon and Kate, I Hate

Show offs.

There's this television show called "Jon and Kate Plus 8" on Lifetime or Oxygen or the Vagina Channel. I don't know which one it is. It's basically a video crew following the lives of this couple with eight kids. And Lisa loves this show. If she isn't watching it live, she's watching an episode on Tivo. This is her new obsession. Move over Wii Fit. Move over crack cocaine. Here comes Jon and Kate Plus 8.

I've seen a couple episodes and it just stresses me out. Just watching them doing something as mundane as making breakfast is stressful. You see the wife cutting bananas, dumping buckets of cereal into a trough, and pouring gallons of orange juice while eight hungry, crying, pooping, drooling kids are running around.

Of course there are cute moments in the show of the kids doing something like smearing their feces on the wall into the shape of a little bunny rabbit. But in between all of the cuteness, there really is something serious to be learned from this show: be careful what you do with your penis.

Sure the penis is great because while peeing it can suddenly remind you to buy mushrooms at the grocery store. But the penis can be a very, very dangerous thing. Not only can you attach a powerful laser device to it to kill your enemies, but you can very well end up having way too many babies. And what happens when you have too many kids? Have you ever heard the law of diminishing returns? It goes something like this with kids:

First child: Extremely happy.

Second child: Very happy.

Third child: Happy, but that's more than enough.

Fourth child: Confused. Why was there a hole in the diaphragm?

Fifth child: Good lord. I need a night job just to have time to myself.

Sixth child: We're tattooing "Do Not Enter" on your vagina.

Seventh child: That's it. I'm cutting off my penis.

Eighth child: I cut off my penis last year! What the hell happened?

I feel like we're more than busy enough dealing with twins. I don't need to watch a show that tells me how easy we have it. I do have to give kudos to that couple raising eight kids though. But like with most of life, you just have to play the hand you're dealt. You find the humor and happiness in it and you carry on. Unfortunately, I find no humor and happiness in raising eight children so excuse me while I delete all of the episodes from Tivo and have a mental breakdown in the bathroom.

Day 339 - Cartoon Wednesday

Day 338 - Getting a Second Wave

I was planning to type a 10,000 word essay on how the television show "Jon & Kate Plus Eight" has invaded my home life like...well...ten uninvited guests who never leave. But my commute home from work tonight prevented that entry. What is usually a 30 minute commute turned into a 2 hour commute including a 30 minute pit stop for dinner. When you see a CalTrans sign flashing "EXPECT DELAYS OF TWO HOURS" that is when you get off the freeway and treat yourself to dinner and a strip club. And by strip club I mean a comic strip club. And by dinner I mean an itchy whore.

It's always a little sad to come home when the kids are asleep, but Lisa showed me this little video of Andrew that made me laugh. He's such a goofy goober. And by goofy goober I mean he's just like me.

Day 337 - Poll Results & New Poll

Last week I asked what we should do with Andrew's crazy hair. His hair defies gravity. No matter what you do those lil' hairs just want to stand up -- just like Daddy's nose hairs. Forty-seven percent of you don't want us to touch his hair at all. Just leave it alone and let it thrive like a rainforest. Twenty-five percent think we should take him to a kiddie salon to get it cut. And the rest of you trust me to cut my little boy's hair...unlike Pediatric Intensive Care Nurse Auntie Susan who thinks I'm going to make his little head look like a mangled bonsai plant trimmed by an inebriated Edward Scissorhands.

Lisa and I have discussed it, and we decided that we're not going to cut Emma's hair, but Andrew will get a little trim. Just clean it up around the ears and take a bit off the top. There's not total concensus whether or not I or a professional will cut his hair. But for the sake of Pediatric Intensive Care Nurse Auntie Susan, we made an appointment at a kiddie barber...

...or DID we?

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As you can observe with Saturday's blog entry, Emma is able to stand for a prolonged period of time. She finds quite a bit of delight with the simple task of standing. I can't wait to see how delighted she'll be when she pees in a toilet. Andrew can't stand as long as Emma, but he can crawl 10x faster and walk with the aid of a ledge really fast. And as for Lisa, she still has the aggravating disability of tripping over anything within a two inch radius of her feet.

Who do you think will take their first step?

Day 336 - Eating Out

After doing some errands this morning, Lisa and I decided to go out for lunch with the kids. Going out to eat with twin babies is quite the production. One big plus for us right now is that the kids can sit in highchairs. Before we would just park our big ass stroller next to the table, and every time the waitress came with our food I would back up the stroller making an annoying "beeeeep beeeep beeeep" sound hoping to bring a little humor to the situation...which rarely worked. I mean come on...human sound effects are hilarious.

Although we are not yet experts eating out with twins, I think something to remember is to make sure you don't give them their favorite food to eat until your food comes. That way you have at least a few minutes to enjoy your food before you hear some kid screaming.

Lisa also purchased some disposable place mats that you stick to the top of the table. These are especially useful now because our kids are at the point where they feed themselves. You just sprinkle some bite-sized carrots, bananas, and pork rinds on the place mats and you just bought yourself three minutes of quiet.

While Lisa and I were trying to enjoy our lunch, Andrew began screaming. Not an angry I-want-to-go-home scream, but a happy I-like-people-watching-me-so-I-will scream scream. And at the same time, Emma started to drop her food on the floor. Pretty soon, the floor beneath Emma resembled the aftermath of every Costco sample cart colliding into each other. Lisa took care of Andrew's screaming by pulling out his water bottle, and I told Lisa I would clean up the floor before we left.

As soon as we got the check, I grabbed every spare napkin on the table and got down on my knees. I started to gather all of the random pieces of baby food. After a few minutes, I compiled quite the pile of food. I almost felt the urge to put it into our Tupperware container and give it a quick rinse at home. It was difficult to pick up every piece of food with a napkin in your hand, so I started to pick up the little pieces of tofu and sweet potatoes with my other hand. I scanned the floor and it was pretty damn clean. Mission accomplished.

I sat back down and stretched my arms up. As I bent my neck back, I heard Lisa say, "Oh crap!" Lisa knocked over a glass of water. I looked down and saw water spread all across the table...and onto my shirt and pants. Specifically my crotch. More specifically the area where my penis would emit pee.

And to top it all off, Andrew screamed again. Not an angry scream, but a it-looks-like-Daddy-peed-his-pants type of scream.

Day 335 - Stand Up For Yourself

Earlier I mentioned how Emma is able to stand by herself. This week she has been standing up a lot, but I think it's a little bit our fault. You see, every time Emma would stand by herself, Lisa and I would applaud and say, "Good job, Emma. Good job!" And then we would give her a slice of honey baked ham.

It has now come to the point where Emma expects us to applaud and laud attention upon her sacred feet. There was even a time when Emma stood up, but we weren't paying attention to her. But Emma stared at us waiting for positive reinforcement. So Lisa and I half-heartedly applauded and said, "Yah yah yah. Good job, you." And then we tossed her a small handful of Bacos Bits.

It really is quite sweet how happy Emma is when she stands and looks for our positive reaction. Here's a quick little video of Emma standing. Oh Emma. You attention whore...

Day 334 - Picture Friday

As Andrew watches the women's gymnastic finals, Emma wonders whether that spot is drool or pee.

"How's that for finishing up my bowl, smart ass?"

Incest police! Where are the incest police?!?


Andrew listens as Scott tells the same joke over and over and over again.


Have a great weekend!

Day 333 - Eleven Months Old

Emma and Andrew turned eleven months old today. It has become very difficult to get them to stay still and take pictures with the sign and the bears. We'll keep on trying to take photos, but I believe it will become an exercise in futility (unlike an exercise with Wii Fit which is Nintendoriffic!).

It's hard to believe it is almost a year, and almost two years since Lisa got knocked up and ended up looking like an overweight family at a Laughlin buffet. What really concerns me is that it is only a month before the birthday party. Plans are being made and set, and I'm slowly being dropped into this well of horrors. If I had it my way, this is the way their birthday would be celebrated: I would cut their hair in the morning, take them to the emergency room to stitch up their earlobes and cornea in the afternoon, and then top it off with birthday cake and whiskey. Now that's a party!

Day 332 - Cartoon Wednesday

Day 331 - No Wavering on This Wave

There are times when your kid does something that you think is a great step forward towards intellectual achievement. Then your kid never does it again and it was just a fluke. BUT a few days later your kid does it again and you know in your heart they meant to do it and you pull out the Harvard applications. Then your kid never does it again, and you pull out the McDonald's applications.

I say all of this because Lisa and I think Emma understands the idea of waving. What a parent believes may often contradict an outsider's opinion, but the outsider doesn't have to change a dozen diapers a day and deal with teething twins so that outsider can go to hell.

Thankfully, Lisa videotaped Emma waving today so we have evidence of it. We also saw Andrew do a similar type of wave except he was watching Project Runway and shouting something that vaguely sounded like "fierce."

I will not post that video...

Day 330 - Poll Results and New Poll

Last week, I wondered what is the best way to take a car trip with one year old twins. I guess the majority of you are fatalists because 37% answered that there is no good way. Thanks for the encouragement everyone. And only one person voted that we should strap the kids to the luggage rack. But I will have to disqualify that vote because I do not think it is fair for spouses to vote. For shame Lisa.

I am almost resigned that this car trip is not going to be very pleasant at all. Since Emma and Andrew are so much more active now, I'm almost 100% sure that we will not be able to make the trip without a pit stop. But like my wise mom once told me: Sometime life is sucky.

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Take a look at Andrew's hair:



It's getting a bit out of control, don't you think? He's like the off-spring of Vanilla Ice, Eraserhead, and Arnold from Happy Days.

Since it's the kids' birthday next month, Lisa and I have begun to talk about haircuts. Lisa wants the kids to go to one of those kiddie haircut places. I'm trying to convince Lisa that I can cut their hair. I researched baby haircuts on the internet last night, and it doesn't seem very difficult at all. There are just two simple rules: cut the hair straight and don't gouge their eyes.

What should we do about the haircut? Skip it? Do it?

Day 329 - Stand By

For the most part, Emma has caught up with Andrew with most of the crawling and standing. And sadly she has caught up with mommy with the whoring and the drinking. Both Lisa and I think that once Emma learned to crawl and move, she became a happier baby. The objects that were out of reach suddenly became within reach. She no longer had to cry about not being able to grab a doll, a book, or a cheesecake.

But there are two problems with the way Emma is getting herself around town. First of all, she has a very awkward way of pulling herself up. I'm not an expert on how to pull yourself up, but I figure the standard way of doing it is to get yourself close to an object, like a chair, and, as Lisa tells me every day, get your ass off the floor. What Emma does that's wrong is she doesn't get herself close enough to the chair. She pulls her body up when she's still several feet away.

The second weird thing that Emma does is her crawling stance. Instead of crawling on her hands and knees, Emma sticks her butt in the air and moves. Now it's one thing if you're in a Sisqo video and you want every one to see your ass, but it's another thing if you're a little baby girl learning to crawl. I try to rationalize her crawling by thinking she is just trying to stand, but the last two times I tried to rationalize something I ended up 1) married and 2) having twins. Some good that did...

Ordinarily, this wouldn't be a big deal. All babies crawl and stand in different ways. But the sad thing for Emma is that she is falling left and right. When she tries to pull herself up against a wall, her legs are so far behind her she often loses her grip and smashes her head against the wall. Or when she is crawling with her butt in the air, she can't see too far ahead of her so she'll end up running into something. And I know you can't see too far ahead because I tried it myself and ended up in the bathroom with my head in the toilet. Even worse, Lisa was on the toilet. Worse yet, she was reading a magazine (that's right...number 2).

Right now, Emma has a few small bruises on her forehead and one on her cheek. They're not very bad at all, but in the right light you can see a little discoloration. Unless we decide to pad all of our walls and furniture with foam, there's not much we can to protect Emma. I tried taping foam to her face, but she ended up eating it.

Emma, like Andrew, is getting close to standing and walking on her own. I was about to type when that time comes, things will get better. But who am I kidding? It's just going to get worse. We're talking bloody knees and broken bones. Holy crap. I better reread my old Boy Scout first aid books and learn how to apply a tourniquet.

Day 328 - Feeding Woes

I think I mentioned in an earlier post how Emma's feedings have become quite difficult. Several books and articles state that there might be a point where a baby will refuse to eat baby food. Emma is probably at that point right now.

Yet there are occasions when Emma is perfectly happy eating the baby food. She'll happily dine on jars of chicken noodle paste and congealed spaghetti puree. And really, who wouldn't be happy eating cuisine like that?

And when Emma doesn't want us to feed her, we let her grab the spoon and she scoops the delightful custard-like consistency of turkey and vegetables into her mouth. Emma seems to be a little more independent than Andrew right now. She's the one who can entertain herself, and Andrew's the one who will want attention and climb on your shoulders even if it means stepping on your balls to get there.

We are beginning to transition the kids into eating only solid foods. The problem is that Andrew still loves his baby food and isn't as crazy about the cubes of yam, tofu, and bananas that we put on his plate. So for the time being, we are stuck preparing both baby and solid food for each meal. The faster Andrew can give up the baby food, the sooner Emma's frantic feedings will end.

Here is a little video that shows a typical feeding with Emma. Enjoy while we continue cleaning our carpets...

Day 327 - Picture Friday

If Dr. Seuss cut Emma's hair...

If Scott cut Andrew's hair...

"Hey, when you're short and scrawny you got to use your resources."

After eating the body, Emma pins the decapitated cat head to her sleeve as a souvenir.

Have a great weekend!

Day 326 - I'd Like to Thank All the Little People

So here's the story. I started this blog for two main reasons: to keep a running journal of the kids, and to create a place where family and friends can visit to see how Emma and Andrew are doing. It has been just over a year since I started the blog, and there are way more visits than I have friends. Granted I only have three friends, but who's counting? In August 2007, I received a total of 482 hits to the blog; last month I had 1,462 hits. What explains the increase in visits? I have no idea, but perhaps a small reason for it might be the search words I have recently included in this blog: "sexy", "video", and "zac efron".

I say all of this with much confusion because the other day I received a random comment. The comment was this:

I have something for you on my blog!

The last time that happened to me I was served a subpoena (long story, don't ask). With much hesitation, I checked around the room before I hit the link just in case dancing genitalia began to dance around my computer monitor. I clicked and was sent to this mommy blogger's site. As I skimmed her entry, I was shocked to find out that she nominated me for this "award":

I'm not only suppose to post this picture on my blog which rather embarrasses me, but there are also rules for the award. The rules are:

Once an award is received, you must:
1) Put the logo on your blog.
2) Add the link from the person that sent it to you.
3) Nominate at least seven other blogs.
4) Add those links to your blog.
5) Leave a message on their blog so they know they are nominated.

I've already completed Rule #1, so let me finish the rest. Here's the link to the blogger who nominated me: Fansy Pantsy Momma. And here are a handful of other blog sites that I'm going to nominate whether or not they want me to or not: Beinjoy, 3wells, Debbi Michiko Florence, I Am Brady Meade, Scslider, Ohoprah. I know that was only six blogs, but like I said I have very few friends.

So once again, thanks to Fansy Pantsy Momma -- where ever you are. I have absolutely no idea who you are, but in my book you are A-OK. You are so A-OK that you are welcome to babysit our twins for free anytime you're available. Really. Let me know. Tropic Thunder came out yesterday, and we would love to see it this Saturday. You free this Saturday evening? Of course we can't afford to pay you, but we do have Tivo and Mac and Cheese in the pantry.

Day 325 - Cartoon Wednesday (finally)

Day 325 - Cartoon Wednesday Delay

I've been on jury duty for the past four days, and we finally came to a verdict this afternoon. All of this caused me to get a little behind on today's cartoon. Sorry, but the country needed me this week. Will post a cartoon tomorrow!

Sincerely yours,

Juror #12

Day 324 - Wii Not Fit

This past Sunday, Lisa and I bought a Wii Fit at Best Buy. We knew ahead of time that Best Buy would have it in stock so we got to the store about 25 minutes before it opened. And lo and behold there were at least two dozen people already in line. Two dozen overweight, video game geeks.

For those of you who don't know what the Wii Fit is, it is this peripheral that you use with your Nintendo Wii. And for those of you who don't know what the Nintendo Wii is, please stop reading and visit the blog tomorrow. The peripheral is a balance board that not only weighs you, but can determine your center of gravity. Based on these two things, the Wii Fit software can track your weight and your BMI (Body Mass Index, not Bowel Movement Index as I thought) as it puts you through a series of exercises. There are four categories: Yoga, Strength Building, Aerobics, and Balance Games. I hear if you complete every activity, you unlock a fifth category: Go Outside and Get a Life.

Lisa has been interested in this device because ever since she has stopped breast feeding, she has been slowly gaining some weight back. Just by breast feeding, an individual can burn 500 calories a day. That's almost equivalent to jogging for almost an hour! Lisa figured since it's nearly impossible to go to our fitness center during the week, maybe this video game can be a good substitute for antiquated methods of losing weight like jogging in the park, swimming in a pool, or walking (who walks in Los Angeles?!?).

As for myself, I too have gained a few pounds over the past year. Before the twins were born, I would go to the gym at work and then jog a few miles on the weekends. But now, all I have time to do is jog during the weekends. Granted I have always had the physique of a Long Duck Dong or a Short Round, but even Short Round might get a little soft around the corners in his middle age. So this Wii Fit might do me some good too.

It has only been three days since we've started our Wii Fit fitness challenge: Lisa hopes to lose 10 pounds in two months; I'm hoping to lose 6 pounds in two months. We're going to try and use the Wii Fit thirty minutes every day. And let me tell you, if you do the exercises correctly you can work up quite a sweat. We'll see how it goes!

I've included a little video of Lisa using the Wii Fit for the first time. I think it's going to be a long two months...

Day 323 - Poll Results & New Poll

Last week, I asked what you thought of my Grandma Ichikawa stories. Seventy-five percent of you think they are hilarious. Twenty-five percent of you want to donate towards Lisa's future therapy sessions. But if anyone needs therapy it would be me -- I'm the one has had to deal with Grandma Ichikawa since birth.

When my family was in town, we were all around the dining table when my sister made a comparison between our mom and Marie from "Everybody Loves Raymond." They're both well-meaning, but sometimes the words that come out from their mouths have not been screened by standards and practices. We all had a big laugh over this until my sister (pretzel maven) made a sad face. When I asked her what was wrong, she said, "If our family is suppose to be like 'Everybody Loves Raymond' that means I'm Robert." So I tried to comfort her by telling her that Robert is a much bigger loser than she is.

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In a few weeks, we are going to drive to Santa Clara for Lisa's nephew's wedding. We've done the drive before, but the last time we visited was March of this year. Almost six full months will have past, and our kids are much more aware of their surroundings (i.e. they're becoming fussy, whiny, and needy...). I remember driving to Santa Clara and not stopping at all because the kids slept the entire time. But I think next month will be different.

For those of you who have made 5-6 hour car trips with one year old kids, what is the best way to get to your destination...without using horse tranquilizers and wormholes.

Day 322 - Private Matters

The kids have discovered something: their private parts.

Emma was the first one to discover that she had something inside her diaper besides a pound of turd. I'd say three or four weeks ago, I was changing Emma's diaper and she started to touch herself. I didn't know what to do so I called for Lisa.

"Lisa! Emma's touching herself! What do I do?"

"Get her a magazine!"

...haha...hardeeharhar. Since I was on my own, I just pushed Emma's hand away. And back it came. I held her hand down, and her other hand entered the playing field. What kind of perverted daughter do we have?

The bigger problem with Emma's handy work is when she fills her diaper up with crap. Not only do we have to contend with the vah-jay-jay playground, but all of the poop in the playground too.

As for Andrew, it was probably just a week ago when I was giving him a bath and he discovered his holiday yule log between his legs. After soaping his body up, Andrew tried to pick up his fish toy in the tub. The fish fell between his legs. He picked up the fish and did a double take as he noticed his tackle box open. Then what happened next was pretty comical. Andrew stared at his penis. After a few seconds, Andrew extended his pointer finger and then poked his penis once. His head raised and he stared at me as if to say, "You knew about my penis this whole time and never took the time to explain it to me?"

Both of these experiences made me feel very awkward. The sad thing about it is that it's just going to get more awkward and complicated in the future. Yet in the same way that I once believed I could never change a poopy diaper for fear of getting poopy in my fingernails, when the day came when I got poopy in my fingernails I was able to deal with it.

Additionally, I've always felt a little uncomfortable when the topic of sex and/or things associated with sex (i.e. penis, vagina, D batteries) are brought up. I do hope I will be the kind of parent who will be able to talk to their kids about these kinds of things. Although I might not be the best person to talk to when it comes to sex. I didn't know what a vagina was until someone told me to stop touching their butthole (Thanks Lisa!).

Day 321 - Give Me 10 Minutes and a Magazine

Our kids are very different when they poop. They are even more different when they pee since, well, Andrew has a penis. More often than not, Emma does not give us any clues that she has pooped her pants. No whining, no crying. Nothing. This may be the reason why we haven't changed her diaper for the past nine weeks.

On the other hand, Andrew will communicate to us that he has crapped his pants in one of three ways: grunting, whining, and emitting a foul stench of crap. For some reason, Andrew's feces is a lot more pungent than Emma's. It has cleared my sinuses more than one time. Perhaps I should bottle it up and sell it as a decongestive. Any takers?

While eating dinner tonight, I captured the intense concentration and sounds that Andrew cycles through as he empties his bowels. Enjoy!

Day 320 - Picture Friday (Special Edition!)

Here are a bunch of pictures the Associated Press photographer took of the kids. No funny comments this week, just nice photos!

Have a great weekend!

Day 319 - Special Report!

A few weeks ago, I received a peculiar comment on one of my blog entries. The comment was the following:

Hi there: Cute blog. My name is Alan Zibel.I'm a reporter with the Associated Press. Wondering if you'd be willing to be interviewed for a how-to story about baby-proofing. (saw your July 13 post)...If you're interested, e-mail me. Thanks, Alan

But it wasn't as peculiar as this comment from a month ago:

My monkey loves your blog. My monkey thinks Andrew is his baby. Can we borrow your monkey baby for my monkey? Congo bongo! I likey bananas. Whoop whoop!

At first I thought this Associated Press comment might've been a weird joke from my sister or "not bernard." With the help of Google, I did a search on Alan Zibel and sure enough he was a reporter with the Associated Press. We traded a few e-mails, and in a few days I did a phone interview with him.

While I was speaking to him, Alan asked whether or not Lisa would mind being interviewed. And on top of that, he also wanted to send an AP photographer over to take pictures and conduct an audio interview to accompany an internet slide show.

With all of these requests, I slowly began to understand what it is like to be under the paparazzi's eye like a Britney or Paris. I resigned myself to the fact that "Scott Ichikawa" would soon be pasted all over the press and Perez Hilton. Imagine all of this fame without even a Facebook account.

And today is premiere day! That's right. Today is the day that the article is being posted all around the world. I prepared for the onslaught of phone calls and telegrams by hiring a few personal assistants from the local Home Depot down the street. Strangely, my phone never rang and the only thing my personal assistants did for me today was they made me tamales for dinner.

You can either do a Google search of "scott ichikawa ap" to read the article, or you can click on this link: ICHIKAWA BABYPROOFING ARTICLE.

Yup that's right. I made the headlines of the Anne Arundel County Network of Care for Children and Family Services. Here are some other places that the article appeared:

wtopnews.com 103.5 (Washington D.C.)
The News Courier (Athens, Alabama)
The Gainsville Sun (Gainsville, Florida)
wral.com (Raleigh, North Carolina)

I guess I better avoid visiting these cities lest I get attacked by cameras and my adoring fan base (i.e. bruise-free babies).

So there you have it -- our little adventure in creating a journalistic masterpiece. Although the article wasn't exactly what we thought it was going to be, it was still a fun experience. I just don't know what happened to our interactive slide show. Actually, I wasn't too sure how they were going to do an audio slide show of us because Lisa and I were pretty goofy during the interview. I kept on suggesting that the best way to keep your babies safe at home is to install a moat and have attack dogs in front of power outlets.

Then again...maybe I just answered my own question.

Tomorrow's Picture Friday will be a special edition because I'll post some pictures taken by the AP photographer. He was nice enough to give us a CD of the pictures he took of the kids!

Day 318 - Cartoon Wednesday