Monday, May 28, 2012

Birthday Cake

So my office did a very awesome thing for me a few weeks ago for my birthday.  They got me a cake with a picture of me with the TOS Star Trek cast.

Where did they find a picture of me? The sad thing is that it's an old picture of me, pre-gym, but it somehow fits the theme of the TOS Star Trek. Think Mirror, Mirror.

This is the coolest thing my office has done for me and I'll alway remember how they searched and found a picture of me and placed it on a cake with the USS Enterprise in the background. 

Live Long and Prosper!
Birthday Cake

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Monday, May 21, 2012

16 hours with four boys under one roof

For my son's eighth birthday, we decided to allow him to invite three of his very close friends over for a sleepover. There was a brief moment where we thought of inviting a fourth, but thank god we didn't. Four boys were plenty.

The boys began arriving at around six in the evening. As they arrived, the boys made their way to the backyard to play. Eventually, the back sliding door was left open as the kids began running inside and out battling each other over a baseball--it was a spy game of some sort.

Our good friend, K, one of the boy's dad, stayed for a good part of the evening helping us with the very active boys. Unfortunately, he left soon after we gave them ice cream cake. Needlesstosay, the evening was just beginning for the boys.

At around 11, we decided to get the kids ready for bed. I laid the sleeping bags for each boy in the livingroom, while my wife helped get the boys ready.

I popped in a movie thinking the evening was wrapping up and they would slowly find themselves in dreamland.  I was totally wrong. The night was just beginning.

Although the lights were off and the TV volume was low, this didn't slow the boys down. Soon, the boys rolled around in their sleeping bags and pillow fought until one in the morning. It wasn't until my son got slightly injured that the party slowly came to a close--a pillow hit his mouth and hurt his adult tooth. One by one, they slowly fell asleep...

...And five hours later, one by one, they woke up, and continued where they left off.

It was fun to see my son enjoy himself with his three best friends. This was his first sleepover and from what I gathered from his friends, this was the "best sleepover ever." One kid asked if my son was going to have another sleepover when he turns nine. Eek. Well, at least it's once a year.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Nine weeks of little league baseball

And it finally comes to a close.

When my son was about two years old, we were at his Godmother's house. While playing with his Uncle Max ball, Uncle Max mentioned his good aim.

Around that same time, we noticed our son's strength when he swung a stick at his Elmo piñata. While all the other kids were close to traumatised that their beloved Sesame Street character was being hit, my son continued without hesitation.

Baseball runs in my son's blood. Not from my DNA, but my wife. Although, I did play street ball in the neighborhood cul-de-sac when I was young, but I never did play little league or in school.

We decided to sign our son up for baseball last summer to play in the fall (off season). I captured his first hit and quickly posted it on my facebook page. Since then, I have been recording almost all his games.

When he is out on the field, he plays the game with much attention. He's focused. He learns from mistakes. He gets the game.

So it is a bit sad to see the season come to an end.

Little League

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

La Chancla

When I was growing up, I use to hear stories of my grandma, Nana, throwing her chancla at my uncles when they were young. Often it was after one of them acted mischievously.

What's a chancla? A very powerful weapon; the sandal or the flip flop.

So it was great when a coworker of mine forwarded me a video of "La Chancla." I couldn't stop laughing. I thought of my Nana and her chancla.

Below is my translation of the video, which isn't the best, but you get the idea:

Dr. Jennifer Espinosa: Why is it that Hispanic children behave so well? The secret is the Hispanic culture that teaches discipline, limitations, and respect to parents with a technique that is known as 'la chancla.' The secret of 'la chancla' has helped millions of Latino mothers focus attention on each individual child; encourage fair play and justice; motivate healthy eating habits; excel with good study habits; and help with moral reasoning. 'La chancla' helps parents practice a hands-free technique. 'La chancla.' 


Saturday, May 12, 2012

TIME Magazine asks: "Are you mom enough?"

Yesterday morning, an Austin radio station discussed this month's Time Magazine cover of a three-year-old suckling from his mom's breast with the headline question "Are you mom enough?" 

Attachment parenting, as coined by Dr. Bill Sears, which the article is about, argues the importance of setting that emotional bond between the mother and child to help in the socio-emotional development in life.

Dr. Bill followers practice breastfeeding beyond 1 year of age. But how long is too long? And even if the mother doesn't practice extended breastfeeding, does that make her less of a mom as the Time Magazine cover suggests? Personally, I don't believe so.

The radio station recieved several calls regarding this cover. A pediatrician called in and shared his concerns regarding Dr. Bill's theory, and argued that there are no nutritional benefits on extended breastfeeding for the child.

Jamie Lynn Grumet, the very attractive cover model mom appeared on Friday's NBC Today to defend her breastfeeding cover. You can watch the interview HERE.


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Negative Resonance

I came across an interesting article by holistic practitioner Mary Schneider about the power of resonance.

As explained in the article, we all resonate to past memories or emotions. The example used in the article is how people that resonate with failure usually stems from childhood. Resonance can dictate your response to events. It can explain our reservation to issues or the actions we decide to make.

So I guess the goal to avoid negative resonance is to acknowledge those negative images or memories and reconstruct your behavior and actions.

You can read Mary Schneider's article HERE.


Sunday, May 6, 2012

Vegas Baby!

Yes, it's that time of year again when the guys depart for Sin City for three days away from our home. It's a tradition I have taken a part of since 2005, and because I missed last year, I am planning to live it up. 

In preparation of my trip to Vegas, I am asking for sin money (see the DONATE button on the right side of the blog page).

In return, I'll make it a point to summarize my adventures in Sodom and Gomorrah and maybe capture a few pictures. But as they say, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," so pictures and stories may be edited. :)

Previous entries:

Vegas Survival Pack

Vegas Survival Guide for Single Men

Returing to Vegas

Enjoying Game 5 Lakers vs Magic

Vegas Survival Guide for Men

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Confessions of a Gym Dweeb Wimp Part 16


Last year, I made the decision that I would improve my health by going to the gym. I made a routine and now it's a habit.

I started off focusing on cardio; I was doing about forty-five minutes on the elliptical and treadmill.

As I got a little more comfortable with my surroundings, I began to explore the circuit weights. I started lifting 10 lbs. Yes, 10 pounds. I had no upper body strength and this concerned me.

I was having difficulty lifting my 50 lbs son. I didn't like that. This shouldn't be a problem. I should be able to lift him up.

Then I started thinking. I've never lifted my wife up. Tradition has it that a man carries his wife over the threshold after getting married and or moving into a home.  We walked through it. Not romantic at all.

Slowly, I increased the weights in the machines. Now I can lift 70 to 90 lbs on the circuit weights.

But more importantly, on April 7, 2012, after nine years of getting married and moving into our home, I lifted my wife and carried her over the threshold.

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