tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720721758009155972024-03-19T04:57:31.437-07:00Matt the SuperheroMatt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-39063599123028700802010-10-22T15:06:00.000-07:002010-10-22T15:11:15.735-07:00Some recent favorite photos.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguE2x9cJYLFA5oQg-DOUp3lTK1R9klXZaqFxrx9LB_FomJRZLdAW983gQL1l-i96c3XL2f9CzTWXlNpA_2uQSEFL51_ypU_4s5iITlpQK55OKTcVsSj6hfJuA6VeMa8ai4Ra-ARRQ84NM/s1600/sweetd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguE2x9cJYLFA5oQg-DOUp3lTK1R9klXZaqFxrx9LB_FomJRZLdAW983gQL1l-i96c3XL2f9CzTWXlNpA_2uQSEFL51_ypU_4s5iITlpQK55OKTcVsSj6hfJuA6VeMa8ai4Ra-ARRQ84NM/s320/sweetd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530995935491356306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here's Laney Roo, posing for the camera. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtQuzF1y4BzIA5v_WEWjSzaexcEfYjy1upULrWEoeOHM_g7lQkSE9udIvosECH4nBZjbdJeDRbRFelKtmR0cXeE-xm3AbmAIP_hLtowv4lQgrx746HOyrX7YcZ-EcBK3fDCiBxd6hYTU/s1600/smilingd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtQuzF1y4BzIA5v_WEWjSzaexcEfYjy1upULrWEoeOHM_g7lQkSE9udIvosECH4nBZjbdJeDRbRFelKtmR0cXeE-xm3AbmAIP_hLtowv4lQgrx746HOyrX7YcZ-EcBK3fDCiBxd6hYTU/s320/smilingd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530995929839531282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">D has some good gas going on in this one.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwYZyRQjH7U9m69ozHTAosUGZcx_xhfvBLe_AMnyfj0F5FW_lD09iudHDpFbALP-J8R9kWcs77R93Ppe-iE2hdRoZA3U275YY65QeVFPfTw-6x2Z11gEaBLJ0nLrDbvYBrz1mYExpGYu8/s1600/flowerific.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwYZyRQjH7U9m69ozHTAosUGZcx_xhfvBLe_AMnyfj0F5FW_lD09iudHDpFbALP-J8R9kWcs77R93Ppe-iE2hdRoZA3U275YY65QeVFPfTw-6x2Z11gEaBLJ0nLrDbvYBrz1mYExpGYu8/s320/flowerific.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530995925178148946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The bigger the flower the cuter the baby, right?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyI0_MmDyf-DkxkH_Qx41wL8ScNlVpJGzaWCpQ8ksu3PCrOpj9l270Tc0B_hntPvE0ZktceX8ypw3C7fkoqE5bMEYautyVryNYa8k6mF9KKBTSSQbZnFLP3Hgs5zU2TLHqntS30Z5mkw/s1600/Exhausted.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyI0_MmDyf-DkxkH_Qx41wL8ScNlVpJGzaWCpQ8ksu3PCrOpj9l270Tc0B_hntPvE0ZktceX8ypw3C7fkoqE5bMEYautyVryNYa8k6mF9KKBTSSQbZnFLP3Hgs5zU2TLHqntS30Z5mkw/s320/Exhausted.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530995916234926562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mondays Suck! The picture says it all.</div>Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-59268492030369092972010-10-09T11:00:00.000-07:002010-10-09T11:10:11.293-07:00Amazing Nipple GearI've been married to my beautiful wife for 6 years, and I've seen her wear some amazing sexy outfits, but this week has seen some firsts.<div><br /></div><div>A cabbage leaf bikini top. Yep, she says its cooling. I say its nutritious and filling.</div><div><br /></div><div>A tank-top with flaps that drop. Where was this during our honeymoon?</div><div><br /></div><div>Not to mention that she hasn't worn a shirt...in about 2 days. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-8066891768244219592010-10-09T10:31:00.000-07:002010-10-09T10:40:10.150-07:00Love This<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8M_x3DVc0mHwYqOt__5b2EO7lSVyXAKfgVmKxUh9yfCvaMa307oCoBMiaUrSsxc8if4yfnYihpUdv64xgkdjqq1PHSKTqljSQBoRZcn4QAULhgMjomCDQ3HlIoDOXYRYJtlGwxsv8QM/s1600/DSC00963.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8M_x3DVc0mHwYqOt__5b2EO7lSVyXAKfgVmKxUh9yfCvaMa307oCoBMiaUrSsxc8if4yfnYihpUdv64xgkdjqq1PHSKTqljSQBoRZcn4QAULhgMjomCDQ3HlIoDOXYRYJtlGwxsv8QM/s320/DSC00963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526101878465123250" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">One of my current favorites. Its such a touching song, and the lyrics tug at my heart.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>Stephen Curtis Chapman - Cinderella (Lyrics)</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">She spins and she sways<br />To whatever song plays<br />Without a care in the world<br />And I'm sitting here wearing<br />The weight of the world on my shoulders<br /><br />It's been a long day<br />And there's still work to do<br />She's pulling at me<br />Saying "Dad, I need you<br /><br />There's a ball at the castle<br />And I've been invited<br />And I need to practice my dancing<br />Oh, please, Daddy, please?"<br /><br />So I will dance with Cinderella<br />While she is here in my arms<br />'Cause I know something the prince never knew<br />Oh, I will dance with Cinderella<br />I don't want to miss even one song<br />'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight<br />And she'll be gone...<br /><br />She says he's a nice guy and I'd be impressed<br />She wants to know if I approve of the dress<br />She says, "Dad, the prom is just one week away<br />And I need to practice my dancing<br />Oh, please, Daddy, please?"<br /><br />So I will dance with Cinderella<br />While she is here in my arms<br />'Cause I know something the prince never knew<br />Oh, I will dance with Cinderella<br />I don't want to miss even one song<br />'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight<br />And she'll be gone<br /><br />She will be gone<br /><br />Well, she came home today with a ring on her hand<br />Just glowing and telling us all they had planned<br />She says, "Dad, the wedding's still six months away<br />But I need to practice my dancing<br />Oh, please, Daddy, please?"<br /><br />So I will dance with Cinderella<br />While she is here in my arms<br />'Cause I know something the prince never knew<br />Oh, I will dance with Cinderella<br />I don't want to miss even one song<br />'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight<br />And she'll be gone </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div>Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-2663950266335507432010-10-08T18:03:00.000-07:002010-10-08T18:07:48.932-07:00Fact of the day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQ5gnoUVn0X1kmmf_gWzH4b5OV6d8M2bjo-yf-ixrYoORH19hrEdxArp-TQbR8fRHtCzqhY71AxcC3ng4qLvTAPu_UIFHOsvKU2MDkGeZDtQmYN3eJrT-i-GF9o4VUdx8zqvHF-6QM7Y/s1600/DSC00831.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQ5gnoUVn0X1kmmf_gWzH4b5OV6d8M2bjo-yf-ixrYoORH19hrEdxArp-TQbR8fRHtCzqhY71AxcC3ng4qLvTAPu_UIFHOsvKU2MDkGeZDtQmYN3eJrT-i-GF9o4VUdx8zqvHF-6QM7Y/s200/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525846725425153138" /></a><br />My baby has the same tiny squeal as the sound from squeezing a Hershey Syrup bottle!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-89446076369070073122010-10-07T20:14:00.000-07:002010-10-07T20:17:35.767-07:00Day 3 - Ping Pong Ball<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHr6xbdED8XBkVEAdiEFKTJrYaK7qQSSswgwdZQG5rRoHCSR9PpAkAghqFNRzhAe3W6E2gL-BO6d9VPmbeU2s77gOkbunn0USYP2gv6lD2DvgAabg_C3QKXg8jMJEKwZxwljj1udbMmoM/s1600/PingPongBall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHr6xbdED8XBkVEAdiEFKTJrYaK7qQSSswgwdZQG5rRoHCSR9PpAkAghqFNRzhAe3W6E2gL-BO6d9VPmbeU2s77gOkbunn0USYP2gv6lD2DvgAabg_C3QKXg8jMJEKwZxwljj1udbMmoM/s200/PingPongBall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525509004022898930" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">By day 3, an infants stomach is the size of a ping pong ball.</div>Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-88972191627754673442010-10-07T19:39:00.000-07:002010-10-07T19:46:08.137-07:00Worst Boppy Ever!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkjd3MoOqC5HY3v1ypM1V7qUJ6gDqc3zfsLBdWkCMgOO-xB67VIvSPUHgEFdzdfnZjl8LveUv2tKrroDSjsaGHTjhC1NNqTsLAjgohrrxm43rlB9mW7BPFGyuyL-CU_NU_LsYXxhU4NQ/s1600/DSC00972.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkjd3MoOqC5HY3v1ypM1V7qUJ6gDqc3zfsLBdWkCMgOO-xB67VIvSPUHgEFdzdfnZjl8LveUv2tKrroDSjsaGHTjhC1NNqTsLAjgohrrxm43rlB9mW7BPFGyuyL-CU_NU_LsYXxhU4NQ/s400/DSC00972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525500658237884146" /></a>I don't know where we got it, but I don't want it.Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-84797709336566889312010-10-06T12:40:00.000-07:002010-10-07T20:07:58.521-07:00Laney Roo meets the family!<div style="text-align: left;">So Tuesday morning, brought all the excited grandparents. First, I would love to thank Grandpa Hans and Grandma Cindy for stopping by. Ofcourse, I wasn't able to snap any photos of them as they crooned over baby Laney. It was such a special time. Love you guys. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSpvhuckL-yL-dx5w7XmFBKMaYhX2zpVLfjJMtDdkPMeok4lhLrcOm_af11_9tD58QNE7N5GtzkjH4zdYuPub-idJ2DlyyN8jDUO-17UleHgg2Q8SqYWPeKCkAy5K994sG1BZ3WWw8Y_U/s1600/DSC00777.JPG"></a><div style=""><br /></div><div>But then trouble came, yep, my parents arrived. Here's a few photos from when Delaney first met her Grandma and Grandpa Q. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYxBSu-2haqB522nizRLeqktGod7yZZxm8ttGwzMaEuOe9RJnhJjpgfKfhGtBQY_pRKfUcTXHMFpjB8MhD215snmciZMdLbCVTTsZAG26dEO8RU3o4erwghk8W2b5_Wb4o8RIjVFBl58/s1600/DSC00772.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYxBSu-2haqB522nizRLeqktGod7yZZxm8ttGwzMaEuOe9RJnhJjpgfKfhGtBQY_pRKfUcTXHMFpjB8MhD215snmciZMdLbCVTTsZAG26dEO8RU3o4erwghk8W2b5_Wb4o8RIjVFBl58/s320/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525021882488533634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Here's lil Laney Roo meeting Grandpa Q. She's wondering where all his hair went.)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0au3CvMaNlPy9Tu-w2q4EauBvWG9SFuY4vDxzo8fW1yGRZeUA3sQAi5gWANM6NH1enEv5JCpOO9Bfww2gSEvcWiX1i7ohWn720DsNqQl4qnYmJZwO8hEsgSFJrmtZYCfFXE9m9iewhg/s1600/DSC00771.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0au3CvMaNlPy9Tu-w2q4EauBvWG9SFuY4vDxzo8fW1yGRZeUA3sQAi5gWANM6NH1enEv5JCpOO9Bfww2gSEvcWiX1i7ohWn720DsNqQl4qnYmJZwO8hEsgSFJrmtZYCfFXE9m9iewhg/s320/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525021877351150258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Grandma and Grandpa telling Laney about how adorable she is and how she got all that hair.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8K1qReARTC2esO5VS9bPQoeksGMeeQQB22zC9pWFoocXWB8D_k7z0d8GbHbv_MSeY9zLM85p8lQEJJGWLr_v40QLQuG8TAeP5frFBiHRwgzaNZSmANWc0Nn1gEFG93wPF3z8NjkV9rU/s1600/DSC00770.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8K1qReARTC2esO5VS9bPQoeksGMeeQQB22zC9pWFoocXWB8D_k7z0d8GbHbv_MSeY9zLM85p8lQEJJGWLr_v40QLQuG8TAeP5frFBiHRwgzaNZSmANWc0Nn1gEFG93wPF3z8NjkV9rU/s320/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525021870795682322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Grandpa says that she passed the Grandma check-up and that we can keep her.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlX7G2zmgv7Lrcy4Na8vsFg1atQyYzo4_qMTDjrtBHFU0UeGhX4rUHgYzi9SxMm0Foa9TRd8EpK1BfdVVH6jmjXJAT66Mcm2O1xLiiLRvXxlmwSRmh9F44bm-36MJ_dHg2HD8f8l9GFo/s1600/DSC00768.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlX7G2zmgv7Lrcy4Na8vsFg1atQyYzo4_qMTDjrtBHFU0UeGhX4rUHgYzi9SxMm0Foa9TRd8EpK1BfdVVH6jmjXJAT66Mcm2O1xLiiLRvXxlmwSRmh9F44bm-36MJ_dHg2HD8f8l9GFo/s320/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525021854832416610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Remember Laney, just remember Grandma's mantra, "What happens at Grandma's stays at Grandma's)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Finally, Grandma Rhonda, Uncle Kyle, and Aunt Jessica got to meet Laney. By that time, she had changed into her fashionable pink-striped onesie just to show off too her Aunt Jessie. They all loved her, and she loved them all.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSpvhuckL-yL-dx5w7XmFBKMaYhX2zpVLfjJMtDdkPMeok4lhLrcOm_af11_9tD58QNE7N5GtzkjH4zdYuPub-idJ2DlyyN8jDUO-17UleHgg2Q8SqYWPeKCkAy5K994sG1BZ3WWw8Y_U/s320/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525025456321866562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Neat fact of the day: Uncle David was born at 12:48 am and he weighed 8 lbs and 9 oz. Laney Roo was born at 12:46 am and she weighed 8 lbs and 9 oz.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-89833392465787928132010-10-06T12:28:00.000-07:002010-10-06T12:40:35.539-07:00Hello Laney Roo, Daddy loves you. Part 2.Lil Laney Roo was born at 12:46 am on October 5, 2010. She was 8 lbs and 9 oz. She loves her mommy and daddy. (For now, we'll have to see what she thinks in about 16 years.) Here's a few more photos of Lil Roo on her first day.<img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsH9HY57mojSHu2Y6vY8dTGEfTrP6gPjRGzm4Uta2QMCjRT-xZuNXBwLtxfmTTkU3rFpHuS2pf4IrOxELOMqCvs_ZnHg5mZvc_oMnbYde3flIiUegFRDlX9PM3Aq7usa5JNDWYbicwck/s320/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525017790596283634" /><div style="text-align: center;">(Lil Laney Roo gets some long-waited 'Mommy time'. Also notice the dark hair. She's a beauty and has think hair. During birth, here hair was the first thing we saw, and at one point during the final stretch the Dr Lady grabbed the locks that were first pushed out and said, "I'm not going to let you go anywhere." I thought it was quite funny.)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsH9HY57mojSHu2Y6vY8dTGEfTrP6gPjRGzm4Uta2QMCjRT-xZuNXBwLtxfmTTkU3rFpHuS2pf4IrOxELOMqCvs_ZnHg5mZvc_oMnbYde3flIiUegFRDlX9PM3Aq7usa5JNDWYbicwck/s1600/DSC00762.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejlH9QJtoMVz5JrbTWLbYIGYICndRXRLi7mbgibYeFl7VLa4FO2HGyggzWNX7rbTpiCMc1yCQW5Te43xdgU1VWwh1660Q58_P9eWhwgR3Ks6Gq1pwYtR37sAaH2SK71ZrZqGeWIRyQME/s1600/DSC00754.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejlH9QJtoMVz5JrbTWLbYIGYICndRXRLi7mbgibYeFl7VLa4FO2HGyggzWNX7rbTpiCMc1yCQW5Te43xdgU1VWwh1660Q58_P9eWhwgR3Ks6Gq1pwYtR37sAaH2SK71ZrZqGeWIRyQME/s320/DSC00754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525017785952060050" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Mommy and baby were pretty exhausted, and this is one of the few times Lil Roo has kept her hat on. )</div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxtLBu-x1hiFqIfnMi7QSbtr5nJIILCOls2ZIDIA3liNX9XLTNlK_vKGNF77N8P799_MmiVlKtl0PS8ZU3lWg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-37927769634671448232010-10-06T12:05:00.000-07:002010-10-06T12:28:28.599-07:00Hello Laney Roo, Daddy loves you. Part 1.Talk about intense. From my perspective, clueless father-to-be, the human body birthing a child is intense. Nothing like it. And while I titled the blog, Matt the Superhero, the super hero is really Stacy. She makes human beings...and delivers them.<div><br /></div><div>Here's a few of my favorites from that night...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD7tBpi-AjiScHCGQusjrxwaxEdUPiiNgFrzRNobR-wVr-74UvV3N3_CpI-DXQuA8EOuR5Psy4A4A4xHLS_0CG5n9DJz1ES4G6FASFRgnfAhGedpfvzDrWU5qZqEYunJ_EaotQTfG1nsI/s1600/DSC00709.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD7tBpi-AjiScHCGQusjrxwaxEdUPiiNgFrzRNobR-wVr-74UvV3N3_CpI-DXQuA8EOuR5Psy4A4A4xHLS_0CG5n9DJz1ES4G6FASFRgnfAhGedpfvzDrWU5qZqEYunJ_EaotQTfG1nsI/s320/DSC00709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525015210891848930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(An excited Stacy finishes some last second work. Can your PC do that?)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL621R_Vcds0dfnHZghd6Aj7mF04BncokHLrnJNS12ot3Ifj1huoj2mFVnDuHQW9l8zE_FcP8I1dVoGSN8HZrL1jZeUNOYz1Kayl8fSP8AkpFa9Le1gMi6-nfXV97Iff5C4c3x2hwhlQg/s1600/DSC00714.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL621R_Vcds0dfnHZghd6Aj7mF04BncokHLrnJNS12ot3Ifj1huoj2mFVnDuHQW9l8zE_FcP8I1dVoGSN8HZrL1jZeUNOYz1Kayl8fSP8AkpFa9Le1gMi6-nfXV97Iff5C4c3x2hwhlQg/s320/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525015216790179090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Birthing Superpower: Advance Cellular Communication)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxA-RcWhmNL7EB5WQpHuxckbu4ZJVYy_zZLqxNwHh6COHVIzhnwBAdbCDu2swKEe4cZkgRy72G5oxLW6eGbpGITE3WqJmFRVQS0pNzY9JtY3zAZ4-oJ93y-axxUQATZNVGjCCmCN82tPI/s1600/DSC00723.JPG"></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxA-RcWhmNL7EB5WQpHuxckbu4ZJVYy_zZLqxNwHh6COHVIzhnwBAdbCDu2swKEe4cZkgRy72G5oxLW6eGbpGITE3WqJmFRVQS0pNzY9JtY3zAZ4-oJ93y-axxUQATZNVGjCCmCN82tPI/s1600/DSC00723.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxA-RcWhmNL7EB5WQpHuxckbu4ZJVYy_zZLqxNwHh6COHVIzhnwBAdbCDu2swKEe4cZkgRy72G5oxLW6eGbpGITE3WqJmFRVQS0pNzY9JtY3zAZ4-oJ93y-axxUQATZNVGjCCmCN82tPI/s320/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525015221129396642" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">(At this point the contractions were so intense that I feared for my life, since I obviously was the cause of all this.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrPVyexcpdlBl-t-WHcYzddUjouB2mYRzCId3vHfE4ISELOXq8XlJablPQSTcbXf2EmfXaCc2FSZG-ejPbykH5-zdF8Ti1UFmvxlgB2fMGMYxf1d_NJvBACw9nBYUlZB7JKZlecvqvZA/s320/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525015230372362898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">(The epidurals kicking in, and Stacy is starting to rapidly progress at this point.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL621R_Vcds0dfnHZghd6Aj7mF04BncokHLrnJNS12ot3Ifj1huoj2mFVnDuHQW9l8zE_FcP8I1dVoGSN8HZrL1jZeUNOYz1Kayl8fSP8AkpFa9Le1gMi6-nfXV97Iff5C4c3x2hwhlQg/s1600/DSC00714.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD7tBpi-AjiScHCGQusjrxwaxEdUPiiNgFrzRNobR-wVr-74UvV3N3_CpI-DXQuA8EOuR5Psy4A4A4xHLS_0CG5n9DJz1ES4G6FASFRgnfAhGedpfvzDrWU5qZqEYunJ_EaotQTfG1nsI/s1600/DSC00709.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pV6tZMoOZDcinyAgqChP4Hl08ejB4X1Rjr1mwDdCNbvdNR4yK10M_WbTO3t5a0Cy4Ku0QJSVoFH2EPSkEbDLqmbNP-nPdEHU6INilTeb2QtUMA2zkGKDGA98RGE2m9cR-atKxEW90Wc/s1600/DSC00738.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pV6tZMoOZDcinyAgqChP4Hl08ejB4X1Rjr1mwDdCNbvdNR4yK10M_WbTO3t5a0Cy4Ku0QJSVoFH2EPSkEbDLqmbNP-nPdEHU6INilTeb2QtUMA2zkGKDGA98RGE2m9cR-atKxEW90Wc/s320/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525015234239714370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Wonderful little Delaney comes into the world with a full set of developed lungs.)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrPVyexcpdlBl-t-WHcYzddUjouB2mYRzCId3vHfE4ISELOXq8XlJablPQSTcbXf2EmfXaCc2FSZG-ejPbykH5-zdF8Ti1UFmvxlgB2fMGMYxf1d_NJvBACw9nBYUlZB7JKZlecvqvZA/s1600/DSC00730.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxA-RcWhmNL7EB5WQpHuxckbu4ZJVYy_zZLqxNwHh6COHVIzhnwBAdbCDu2swKEe4cZkgRy72G5oxLW6eGbpGITE3WqJmFRVQS0pNzY9JtY3zAZ4-oJ93y-axxUQATZNVGjCCmCN82tPI/s1600/DSC00723.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-67791449715755450652010-09-14T08:54:00.000-07:002010-09-14T08:59:23.222-07:00HeheheLast night I was rambling on about how I'm not a big fan of the lyrical content in Eminem's new song, "Love the way you lie", but I couldn't help smiling at Stacy's response.<div><br /></div><div>It went something like this....</div><div>Me: "You know, I heard that new song, and I really don't think I like Eminem now."</div><div>Stacy: "You don't like M&M's"</div><div>Me: "No, the rapper."</div><div>Stacy: "They come in wrappers. Do you have some?"</div><div>Me: smile!</div>Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-45744263547531421112010-09-14T08:47:00.000-07:002010-09-14T08:54:07.646-07:00Things I learned about Laney!Here's a list of things I learned about Laney this weekend:<div><br /></div><div>- She's not a big fan of traditional Mexican food. We visited Adobo Grill for our 'babymoon' and she kicked, and kicked, and kicked. Not just "hey, i'm here" kicks, these were "what the hell is this kicks"</div><div><br /></div><div>- If she's anything like her mother, she'll be a floater. Unfortunately, her dad is a sinker. Think Leo off the movie, Titanic. I sink. Bad equillibrium I guess.</div><div><br /></div><div>- She's not afraid of spiders. At least not now. During our Maternity pictures, we were doing a couple picture in the grass, and a spider about the size of quarter, scuttle over my wife's pregnant belly and into the thick brush. ~~~We changed location after that.</div><div><br /></div><div>- If given the choice between choosing coffee or fudge, a pregnant woman and her unborn child will choose fudge every time. </div>Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-12219114226143636202010-08-26T11:31:00.000-07:002010-08-26T11:35:46.358-07:00Laney Rue Rules: No Sailing Around the WorldDear Laney,<div><br /></div><div>I know you will want to accomplish a lot of things throughout your life. And if you are anything like your mother, you'll probably be quite ambitious. </div><div><br /></div><div>Fair warning, I probably will not allow you to sail around the world until you are at least 18. </div><div><br /></div><div>There is one exception to this rule. If the cruise is on a big luxurious yacht, and your mother and I are allowed to come along.</div><div><br /></div><div>:) Love you. </div>Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-75690574942543346832010-08-26T06:00:00.000-07:002010-08-26T06:03:15.966-07:00ETA - 38 daysWoot!<div><br /></div><div>Laney Rue - Your mom always hates it when I use the term ETA. It stands for "Estimated Time of Arrival". </div><div><br /></div><div>ETA - 38 days.</div>Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-11403845075295838132010-08-26T05:53:00.000-07:002010-08-26T06:00:27.607-07:00Fashion TightsYeah, so I purchased fashion tights yesterday. Purple polka dots. <div><br /></div><div>Why? Well, they are fashionable, stylish, and useful. They add a little extra to everybody's wardrobe. </div><div><br /></div><div>Except mine, becuase I'm a t-shirt and shorts guy. But, little girl, she'll love'em. </div><div><br /></div><div>2 years ago, i'd probably used that money to buy a six-pack of Shandy or a new bottle of BBQ sauce. But today, I just can't pass up a cute onsie, or children's book, or pair of booties.</div><div><br /></div><div>So Laney Rue, I'm looking forward to seeing you. With only a few weeks to go, I'm getting things all set up.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272072175800915597.post-5837229207821866082010-07-27T07:54:00.000-07:002010-07-27T07:58:47.600-07:0068 Days until Laney Loo Who get here!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpAm-oD5D6UcE5YxYoOR7X2MUtCJCIysFunxuILjxfmSJ4NmkFYVlXgLnx9UzaHMsw1gwn6jyqAyk-oEBIB14se6wzclXoX9o2kDwuhIYM2lItR4dtGIygnwLGBkLSgSqXARNYVAqjuAE/s1600/36483_649882628114_27310459_36628255_5389630_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpAm-oD5D6UcE5YxYoOR7X2MUtCJCIysFunxuILjxfmSJ4NmkFYVlXgLnx9UzaHMsw1gwn6jyqAyk-oEBIB14se6wzclXoX9o2kDwuhIYM2lItR4dtGIygnwLGBkLSgSqXARNYVAqjuAE/s320/36483_649882628114_27310459_36628255_5389630_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498600599546861634" border="0" /></a><br />Brief introduction. My name's Matt. I have a house with 2 dogs and a cat. 68 day's until my little girl, Laney Loo-Who, comes into this world. It's going to be quite a change.<br /><br />This blog gives a glimpse into my life.Matt's Miscellanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820755579263520582noreply@blogger.com0