Title courtesy of the band Traffic. I'm not really sure who they are, I just know my father-in-law loves them, and is always talking about this song. One day I should actually give it a listen.

I have officially become obsessed with Fantasy Football. I never tried to play it before this season, mostly because of a bad experience trying to do Fantasy Hockey in college and not enjoying it at all. I blame the TV show the League. They make it look like its so much fun. And so far it has been. I started up a league with my friend who's in like 3 or 4 other leagues, and he didn't want to see me shut out when I really wanted to play this season. Then I started a mad scramble to find 8 - 10 other people that wanted in and would actually take it seriously. I managed to fin 8 others, so we have a 10 team league.

We held our draft last Tuesday night, two days before the season started and it was a lot of fun. I had a low pick in the first round and kind of missed out on the top running backs available, so I just went with Aaron Rodgers for my first pick, and at least in the first week of the season, it was a good choice.

Needless to say, watching football yesterday was a little different. Usually, I'd root for a team like the Eagles to lose, but I have their kicker and defense on my team, so when they scored and the guy kicked an extra point, that was points for me. When their defense sacked the QB, forced a fumble and ran it in for a TD, points for me! The most painful part was while watching the Jets - Cowboys game last night, as I have the Cowboys starting tight end on my fantasy team. So while I earned a nice amount of points for his 60+ yard reception last night, I do didn't want him to score and put the game out of reach. Thankfully the Jets pulled it out and managed to come back from a 14 point deficit in the 4th quarter to win it. Plus, I have Santonio Holmes on my team, so at least if he and the Jets do well I will too!

But something tells me that I'm going to drive Missy crazy with all the Fantasy Football talk that will be going on over the next 16 weeks. Hell, its been all me and my older brother have been talking about with each other since we started this thing up. (He got killed his first week, how I don't know, he just did, meanwhile I'm kicking ass so far!) But, anything can happen on any given Sunday, so fortune may not smile on me all season long. We shall see!

Alright, enough babbling for now. Check you later!

As always, for everything Ian related, check out my other blog here! I'm going to try to keep the content of the two as separate as possible, but I'm sure there will be some overlap.

Title courtesy of Muse. You know, the band that Twilight seems to have made famous. Thankfully I discovered them way before that teenage melodramatic crap came out!

Yeah, so I've been horrible about updating this thing, as always. Its amazing how being married and with a 19 month old son has a way of sucking up all of your time. Oh yeah, and throw in a full time job and you have a recipe for blog neglect. But hey, I'm trying here. Its not easy, but I'm trying!

So what have I been up to in the 7 or so months since my last post? We celebrated Ian's first birthday with a party at our house, and the little guy took his first steps shortly afterwards. He started walking pretty steadily in February and hasn't slowed down since. He's full on running around now, climbing, spinning and falling down all over the place. Its cute. I try not to laugh to make him think that it's OK, but its really hard not to sometimes. He's just so darn cute! He's not doing so much with the talking, but he's a boy, and everyone tells me they're always a little bit behind girls when it comes to that kind of stuff. My niece on the other hand, she's 4 months older than Ian and she's babbling up a storm. She gets it from her mother, because my brother is definitely not the talker!

In other big news, I switched jobs... twice! I left my company that I'd been with for a little over 4 years at the end of March and started at a new company in the beginning of April. I started working there, and proceeded to do absolutely nothing except "work from home" for a period of two months. During that time, if I billed out 5 days worth of time to customers that might be over estimating it. I did get to catch up on a lot of TV and movies that I wanted to see, and read a few books I'd been meaning to.

After about a month or so of that I started to not only get insanely bored, but a little paranoid about losing my job, and Missy was even more worried than I was. We figured that it was only a matter of time before they realized they were paying me for doing absolutely nothing so I started looking again. It didn't take long until I found something else that would actually utilize me a whole lot more. I've been working there since the beginning of June and its been going very well so far. I'm a happy man.

And that's about all that is new on this front. In parting I shall leave you with the hope that I'll actually post more here, and with the following new photos of the little boy named Ian. Enjoy!

Ian loves to read! And here's one more for you!

Ian's a big Jets fan, and he knows they're #1!

Hope to catch up in less than 7 months!

Title courtesy of Pearl Jam.

Yes, I've been horrible about posting and updating here. I have no excuses, so I won't even offer one up.

However, it is a cause for celebration, it's Ian's First Birthday today! It's crazy that he's a year old already! Time really does fly by.

Happy First Birthday Ian!!!

Title courtesy of the Foo Fighters.

Just a quick post here to share that it was my niece's first birthday over the weekend. It's hard to believe that Gabby is a year old already. Time flies. I know it'll be Ian's first birthday soon enough too.

Happy Birthday Gabby!

Title courtesy of The Police.

Twice in one month, let alone the same week! Crazy, I know.

So as mentioned in my previous post, Ian is now pulling himself up to a standing position, so I thought I'd share it with a little video I made in iMovie and threw on YouTube. I'm getting pretty good with iMovie, and can't wait to make the video where he walks. I already have the music picked out!

Pretty cool, huh? Pretty scary too!

Title courtesy of Silversun Pickups, a band that a co-worker turned me onto, and I love them. Good stuff. I definitely recommend their tunes "The Royal We" and "Panic Switch"

OK, so I readily admit that I'm a horrible blogger, as its been more than 3 months since my last update. I have no excuse, other than fatherhood sucking up all of my time, that and Halo (I play when I can, which is few and far between).

In the big news department, Ian turned 8 months old earlier this week, and the time is definitely flying. He's already crawling, which makes him a constant threat to his surroundings, and himself. And, he gave us a great birthday gift, he pulled himself up to a standing position. I fully expect the walking to come in the next few weeks.

Here's the latest pic of the boy

He's a cute little bugger, and he totally cracks us up all the time. I already know that once he gets older there's going to be no way in hell I'll ever be able to discipline him. Or at least now I can't. How can you when he's that cute?

Nothing else is going on really. Work is work, it keeps me busy and it pays the bills.

Until next time, in 3 months! (I hope not!)

Title courtesy of The White Stripes.

Yes, I know, I'm shocked too that I'm actually posting. Its amazing how one little baby completely rocks your world, in all the good ways and you no longer have time for anything else that you previously enjoyed doing. Like the guitar. I barely practice anymore, I just don't have the time, and I've cut my lessons back to every other week to save money and not feel like I'm wasting it because I don't practice. I'm not complaining though, being a father is awesome, and my little boy is the best... truly amazing every day...

Here's a recent picture of the little guy. He definitely looks different from almost five months ago!

I'm trying to get him started right with the Jets outfits. Unfortunately he keep pooping all over it... not on purpose... I hope!

Other than that, there is nothing to report... until next time, which hopefully isn't in three months.

Title courtesy of John Mayer.

My sincerest apologies for this being the first post I've made in nearly two months. I never realized how much of my free time would disappear once Ian was born. I'm not complaining, because I love every second of being a father. I just don't have the time like I once had to do other things, like write here, play the guitar... hell, we barely have the time to watch the TV shows we try to catch every week. But so far, everything with Ian has been amazing, and awesome. I have no complaints!

So, to catch up... I guess I should tell the story of just what happened the day he was born. It actually all starts the day before he was born, way back on January 26th, a Tuesday. That was Missy's original due date. I was in the city for work that day and I got a text from Missy saying that she wasn't feeling so great. That was kind of weird because the day before she felt like she had a sudden burst of energy, and actually came home and cleaned the bathrooms in the house! 9 months pregnant! Crazy, right? So I came home Tuesday and apparently my mother in law had just left, and Missy proceeds to tell me that when her mom was there she had completely soaked through the pants she was wearing, but she didn't think anything of it, and didn't realize that it could have been her water breaking (it was). She wasn't feeling well, and I was exhausted, so we were laying down in bed watching Monster's Inc. on cable. It was about 7:45 and I was almost asleep, no joke. Missy was concerned about how she was feeling, and the soaking of the pants, so I convinced her to call the emergency number for her doctor. Within 5 minutes the doctor on call had called us back and told Missy that it probably was her water breaking and that we should go to the hospital to get it checked out. If it was in fact her water that broke, we wouldn't be leaving (like I said, it was, and we didn't!)

So we left the house for the hospital, got gas in my car, and called our parents on the way there. If it was up to them they probably would've left their houses to come down right then and there, but then they would've been waiting at the hospital for quite some time, something that we didn't want for them to do. We got to the hospital by about 9:30 and once we were on the labor and delivery wing and in a birthing room, they hooked Missy up to the fetal heart rate monitor and the other thing that monitors her contractions. She wasn't in pain and wasn't really contracting anything that she claimed hurt. The interns and residents came in to take a history, and do a quick checkup, and after awhile they confirmed to us that it was indeed her water that broke, and that we wouldn't be going anywhere. This started one very long night at the hospital. At this point one of the OB/GYN residents gave Missy a drug called Cervadil, or however you spell it, to help induce labor along. Its a drug that they administer for up to 12 hours. They gave it to her at a little after midnight... so we waited until the next morning to see if there was any progress. They didn't routinely check to see if she was dilated because the water was broken and the doctors didn't want to risk introducing anything that might cause an infection. So, we waited.

At about 9:00 the next morning, one of the doctor's from Missy's practice came in to check on her, said the Cervadil wasn't doing anything, and that they would start using Pitocin right away. They had her hooked up to the Pitocin around 11:00 AM, and within 20-30 minutes of being on it, she started to have some really painful contractions. Shortly thereafter, they called in the anesthesiologist to give her an epidural. That finally kicked in and she was pain free by about 12:30. This whole time I was in constant contact with my mom and mother in law, and I kept telling them that nothing was doing, and there was no reason to come to the hospital because all they would do is sit and wait.

The doctors finally checked Missy again at about 3:00 PM and she had gone from about 1 cm dilated to 5! That was a good thing, because if the Pitocin didn't make her dilate, she probably would've had a C-Section, which we were hoping she wouldn't have to have. At about this point I started telling our parents that they should get there around 5 PM. At about 4:00 PM my dad and aunt showed up, and the doctors checked Missy again and saw that she was fully dilated at 10 cm! That was fast! They started getting the room ready for her to push. I got on the phone with our parents and told them to get down there now! I heard second hand that my mom was yelling at my dad, "If I miss this kid being born I'm going to fucking kill him!" Her exact words!

At about 4:25 or so, they had Missy start pushing... and she didn't have to push for long... at 4:56 PM on January 27, 2010, our son Ian William was born... and its been fantastic ever since...

To be continued at a later date, that I hope isn't two months from now!

Title courtesy of the White Stripes.

Without much further ado...

It's a boy!!! Ian William born on January 27, 2010, at 4:56 PM, weighing in at 7 pounds 12 ounces and 20.5 inches long! Mommy and baby are doing great... I'm still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing! More details to follow when I have time, but here's a picture of the little guy!