Welcome Ichikawa twins!

Friday night the Ichikawa twins were born after much anticipation, bedrest, and hemmoroids. Emma is the chunky one- 6 lbs, 6 oz., which for twins, is huge. Andrew came out a minute later at 5 lbs 9 oz. For twins, you're happy if they're at least 5 lbs each. They are very cute, and since they were delivered via c-section, they don't have the coneheads. Mama is doing well (You know, she on Percocet, so course she's happy)


This is the second set of twins out of three of people we know. Oh, fertility treatment is amazing. I tell you, I'll be staying away from that. Yet, at the same time, we're done, so we're not going to no baby doctor. Yes, that's right. We've pretty much decided that we're done. I don't want to hear grief from people; no guilt trips, please. No, Jared will not be lonely - he will have plenty of friends and "cousins" like Emma & Andrew.

Fly Patrol Update

FYI, the Fly Patrol kill count is now up to: 7. The crew is working hard.

He's An Ar-tiste!

Today, Jared was inspired to play with the legos. He was very motivated, mumbling something to himself, until I finally heard him. He kept saying, "I make horse." "What are you making, Jared?" "I make horse." So the building continued as he used all 50 pieces to build his "horse". Of course, I'm sitting on the side, shoving pieces on the bottom to make sure the whole thing doesn't topple over, surely resulting in a frustrated meltdown and throwing of Legos. "And then I put this....And then I put this..." All 50 pieces. In the end, here is the horse. The funnier thing is, he decided to give the horse his cup of cereal "babas". "What's the babas for?" "To eat!" So here is the masterpiece, babas and all... Paul was telling me about some article he read, where some 4-year-old has made $300,000 selling her "abstract" "modern" (paint scribbles) art and she's considered a "genius". Whatevah. But mind you, I wouldn't hesitate to sell "Horse" to any idiot who wants to pay more than what it costs me to replace the Legos (cup of babas will cost you extra). I only take cash or Pay Pal...

Playgroup

You know you've had a good time at playgroup when you come home looking like this...

Doggie Duty

Being two means wanting to do everything your parents do, even if it means grabbing your own plastic bag to pick up dog poo.

Hey, handsome!

The boy discovers his own reflection and decides to flirt with it...

Showing Tiger the View from Above

We just got back from a 3-day trip to Vegas with Grandma & Grandpa Kubota. We stayed at THE Hotel, and this was a very exciting experience for my parents. My mother was very impressed as to how nice it is ("It's nicer than the Cal!") and said to me during the trip and to my brother after the trip: "I opened the closet, and there were bathrobes inside!" and "There's a TV in the bathroom!" and in commenting on the modern art in the room, "Jared could of done that!" Otherwise, we went to the outlets, swam in the Mandalay Bay pools & river, saw the Wynn, and attempted to eat at Emeril's (despite a reservation we were still denied the yummy-goodness due to the kitchen being "shut down" because of an electrical problem). Jared enjoyed the plane ride, and there are perks flying with a kid - you get to cut everyone else by going in the pre-board line. Haha. Also, for the first time in his life, Jared got to sleep with us both nights after continuously jumping out of the hotel's crappy "crib" (pack & play) and running into our room crying, so needless to say, neither Paul or I got a good night's sleep. The first night, Jared decided to sleep perpendicular to us; fortunately for me, I got the head end, and unfortunately for Paul, he kept getting kicked in the face. The second night, I did not sleep well at all after having to contend with two restless shufflers & alternating snorers. You wouldn't think that a noise like that could come out of such a small 2-year-old.

Oh, how the experiences and meaning of Vegas change once you have a kid....