<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332</id><updated>2011-10-10T06:18:28.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mezoff-Monjan Family Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-2572175411768356326</id><published>2011-07-04T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:15:42.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to vent</title><content type='html'>I know, I know - you don't have to tell me. &amp;nbsp;This was the year we were supposed to keep up with the darn blog. &amp;nbsp;Here it is July and our last post was...February. &amp;nbsp;Things happened. &amp;nbsp;What can I say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny you should say that - I need to vent tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off let me be clear. &amp;nbsp;I absolutely love my son. &amp;nbsp;I adore him actually. &amp;nbsp;However, his alter ego Mr. Crazy Ben kind of gets on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a long weekend, not because we got an extra day off for the fourth of July but because my adorable son (he's my son when he's in trouble) decided to show a lot of his crazy side. &amp;nbsp;It all started innocently enough. &amp;nbsp;I decided to give my wife a break and take on the dishes, cooking, and Ben duties (and doodies) this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were off to a good start. &amp;nbsp;Friday night went off without a hitch and Saturday morning, even though it started way too early - I'm talking before 6:30 AM early - was relatively pain free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between Saturday naptime and night night time the Crazy Ben decided to visit. &amp;nbsp;You can't reason with this version of Ben. &amp;nbsp;You can't even have a normal conversation with this Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, a conversation might go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Ben - inching towards pantry door - mischievous smile on his face&lt;br /&gt;Dad (Me): &amp;nbsp;Ben don't do that. &amp;nbsp;Ben - Daddy is in the pantry stay...Ben please don't... put it down BEN NO BENNNN...&lt;br /&gt;"Whack!" &amp;nbsp;A flying toy train hurdles through the air, misses my head by inches, and bounces off the dryer. &lt;br /&gt;Crazy Ben: &amp;nbsp;Laughing - anticipating my next words parrots "Ben no throw!"&lt;br /&gt;Dad - TIME OUT. &amp;nbsp;Ben we don't throw trains. &lt;br /&gt;Crazy Ben - starts to cry "No throw trains!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Crazy Ben comes to visit life is full of start-and-stop sentences like "Put that...no Ben please don't...BEN stop....Bennnnn...but invariably it always ends in "TIME OUT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Ben can appear out of no where. &amp;nbsp;We could be lying in Bed cuddled up watching "Cars movie" for the 14,367th time since Friday and all of a sudden my eyes start to tear from a lightening pain received after a head butt to my nose. &amp;nbsp; Where did that even come from I'm thinking as I try to see through the stars while Crazy Ben says "Daddy crying..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Ben usually comes out right before bed or nap time when Mom and Dad are at their energy lows. &amp;nbsp;He likes to run screaming through the house, arms flailing, laughing and often somersaulting dangerously close to any precipice or hard surface in the house (stairs, step down to family room, dining room chairs, etc.). &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you know how animals can sense an earthquake or some type of on coming natural disaster? &amp;nbsp;I think Max is developing his Crazy Ben sense because he has learned to disappear when the Crazy Ben is about to bring-in-the-noise, bring-in-the-crazy. &amp;nbsp;I need to develop this sense and then hide out with Maxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as quickly as Crazy Ben appears, he can disappear and turn into the Ben I adore. &amp;nbsp;The Ben that can laugh until he makes himself hiccup. &amp;nbsp;The Ben that hugs you and says "I love you daddy." &amp;nbsp;The Ben that makes my heart melt and bear through the growing welt on my forehead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-2572175411768356326?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/2572175411768356326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-need-to-vent.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/2572175411768356326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/2572175411768356326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-need-to-vent.html' title='I need to vent'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-5730838794792553641</id><published>2011-02-25T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:50:03.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Every day is a lesson here at the Mezoff Monjan household.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We are constantly asking Ben to repeat and say words, identify shapes and colors and letters, etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And he is picking it up like a sponge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am constantly amazed when he picks up something new, like pointing to the moon and saying moon or crescent, or identifying and saying circle, or being able to pick out the snow plow picture from all the other ‘Big Trucks” that he sees in his book, or by saying that something is blue (ok everything is blue these days but good grief he’s only twenty months!).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I feel like sometimes we are living in a constant gameshow where Ben needs to be tested with all the trivia that he has.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And then some days, he surprises me by coming out with a word that I had no idea he knew, like Shark, which was on my Sharkweek shirt.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The words currently most in rotation now, besides no, are Chair, because who wouldn’t prefer going to sleep in a chair on mommy or daddy as opposed to a crib, and the other word is Office, because that is where Mommy plays videos on youtube for Ben.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And it’s quite an eclectic mix of videos for Ben.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He is very much into Alphabet and phonics songs and videos, in addition to ‘big truck’, ‘meow’, ‘bus’ and his latest and greatest ‘cuckoo cuckoo’ which means he wants to see the video of the world’s largest cuckoo clock and then imitate the dancing figures by twirling himself around until he is dizzy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And he is truly clear about which videos he wants to watch and when.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;All you have to do is move the cursor over his selections and you hear no no no&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;yes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And then sometimes the ‘yes’ video once playing turns quickly into a NO video.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It really is hard to please a toddler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-5730838794792553641?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/5730838794792553641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/02/brain-training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5730838794792553641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5730838794792553641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/02/brain-training.html' title='Brain Training'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-3709140312791801304</id><published>2011-01-30T08:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T08:00:01.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy and Ben Day #2</title><content type='html'>I learned a few things today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You never really want to hear the words "Pew" or "Ewww" anytime after a nap or long sleep.&amp;nbsp; They are usually indicative of some sticky smelliness that will instantly send your gag reflexes to def-con 1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben is as stubborn as I am - when did that happen?&amp;nbsp; He knows what he wants and when, where, and how he is going to get it.&amp;nbsp; It was this premise that dictated when we were going to eat, sleep, play or watch lots of YouTube videos in mommy's "awface" today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time out is really losing its meaning.&amp;nbsp; There was a point in which he went to smack Maxy on the rump and I asked Ben if he wanted to be in time out.&amp;nbsp; He looked at me and said "Yes."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He really is super smart and is getting into the repeating phase.&amp;nbsp; When he hung up the phone during mid-conversation with a friend this morning I said "sh%t."&amp;nbsp; Ben immediately looked up at me, smiled and said "sheet."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves Garlic Hummus.&amp;nbsp; It makes his breath smells like...well refer to point #1 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Even though, at the end of the day I was a zombie, at some point had poop flung at me, and was still scared that he wasn't drinking enough fluids -&amp;nbsp; I also learned that this time together was precious and I wouldn't trade it for anything.&amp;nbsp; That feeling was sealed when Ben flung his arms around me and said "I wuv you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-3709140312791801304?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/3709140312791801304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/daddy-and-ben-day-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/3709140312791801304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/3709140312791801304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/daddy-and-ben-day-2.html' title='Daddy and Ben Day #2'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-1310829791322550555</id><published>2011-01-29T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:56:57.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ben and Daddy Weekend</title><content type='html'>If you would have told me 1 year ago that my Friday nights would no longer be pizza/wings and beer but rather juice boxes and the &lt;a href="http://www.nickjr.com/the-fresh-beat-band/"&gt;Fresh Beat Band&lt;/a&gt; I would have first said...what the heck is the Fresh Beat Band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the present and you get a father and son weekend while Mom is out getting some much needed R-n-R.&amp;nbsp; To quote our new favorite music interest, "...and it goes a little something like this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday started off normally enough.&amp;nbsp; Told the nanny that there may be a bird/mouse/bat (something moving in the downstairs closet so please don't open - yes that is still in the realm of normal in our house) and I kissed Ben goodbye and went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in the afternoon I got a call from our nanny "First Ben's alright," I waited with baited breath for the "but," which surprisingly came as "there is is a small bird walking around the basement and we can't catch it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem.&amp;nbsp; I can handle this.&amp;nbsp; My first thought was...do I tell my wife...then after rational brain took over I decided not to do so and get home as soon as I could wrap up my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get home at a reasonable hour, feed Ben (and subsequently Max) pasta while watching the Fresh Beat Band groove on screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed time came fast (7:30) which was a good thing and I was feeling pretty confident...nay cockey...I don't see what all the stress was about I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was before 1am.&amp;nbsp; That was before the "Dada?&amp;nbsp; Daddy?&amp;nbsp; Daddy? Da Daaaaaaaa?&amp;nbsp; DaddyDaddyDaddy.&amp;nbsp; Dadddyyyyyyyyyyyyy?&amp;nbsp; Da?&amp;nbsp; DaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaDaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to be fair to Ben he's been battling a nasty cold so I went in and stroked his back until he fell back asleep.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I got back in bed (1:30-1:45am) it was DaaaaDaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa again.&amp;nbsp; I thought surely he will stop.&amp;nbsp; He's exhausted.&amp;nbsp; 2:30 snuck up on us between the crying and DaaaDaaaaas. &amp;nbsp; He'd even lay back down and just repeat.&amp;nbsp; Then stand and repeat louder.&amp;nbsp; I clearly was not going to win this battle and resigned some where around 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I went back into the room he went into a sleeping position and we negotiated a peace.&amp;nbsp; I would lay down next to him on the floor until he fell asleep.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And so it was that I found myself doing the worm/commando crawl out of his room at 3:30am terrified that I would wake my son and have to start the process over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep to Ben's silence as the Fresh Beat Band lyrics "We had a great day.&amp;nbsp; It was a super way.&amp;nbsp; to spend the day together" cycled through my head over and over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-1310829791322550555?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/1310829791322550555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/ben-and-daddy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/1310829791322550555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/1310829791322550555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/ben-and-daddy-weekend.html' title='A Ben and Daddy Weekend'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-6250408095532273413</id><published>2011-01-18T09:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T09:00:12.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are a list of my favorite words with Ben</title><content type='html'>Ben's vocabulary is growing exponentially.  I am always impressed...no amazed..when he points to something and then says it out loud.  For example Ben and I were hanging out in the basement this morning and he was pointing out pictures to me.  "Oval, Square, Apple, Bear" are rattled off in quick succession.  However, I had to take pause when he pointed to the Stop Sign and he says 'oct-gon'.  WHAT??? Ben what did you just say?  "Boo" (that's blue but we have trouble with L).  "No, Ben, this," I say pointing to the stop sign again, "apple," he says.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPad and iPhone are probably two of Ben's most oft-repeated words and he definitely can tell which one is which.  In fact, a common morning conversation often goes like this:  "iPad, iPhone, Bear, Milk."  All of these items get passed to Ben, who then holds onto each like some crazy toddler hoarder, and turns to mom or dad and says "maxy?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the "Maxy" that just melts my heart. I genuinely think that he loves his dog - all though he might not show it so well some times.  But among all of Ben's words (and there many now) Maxy is my favorite.  It is something that I could listen to him say over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-6250408095532273413?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/6250408095532273413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/here-are-list-of-my-favorite-words-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/6250408095532273413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/6250408095532273413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/here-are-list-of-my-favorite-words-with.html' title='Here are a list of my favorite words with Ben'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-3838447557986972328</id><published>2011-01-16T09:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:00:47.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee Wee Pele He Ain't - sigh</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I know I shouldn't be disappointed.  He's only 19 months for goodness sake.  Lori signed Ben up for Soccer Bug practice/lessons and I, of course, was estatic.  I got him a full kit (shirt, pants, socks) and grandma got him a Beckham shirt and pants kit too.  We were set.  We were going to school those other toddlers.  Look out soccer world here comes the next Fredie Adu.  I was already looking forward to the offers from Man U or Chelsea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, during the first practice, my son decided that he'd rather tackle the goal.  When I say tackle, I mean full on run into the goal and grab the net...then proceed to hang on so tight and swing it around...I guess that's one way to mind the net.  So, a little mortified, I run to extract Ben from the goal, who looks more like a crab caught in a crab pot, than any sort of soccer player.  I run over and pick up my son who, in the mean time, must have sprayed super glue to his hands.  I say this because no matter what I do to get him to let go he seems to hold on tighter and tighter.  Ben, Dad, and a few balls all are now caught up in the mess as I try to swing the goal away - which turns into a big game as Ben is laughing his head off.  I apologize to Coach Luis and thus ends practice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, my wife Lori was of no help as she was balled up on the field laughing so hard that she said "I think I peed my pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to practice number two:&lt;br /&gt;We started off OK.  Just Dad and Ben this time.  We warm up and actually run and kick the ball.  Then its time to go to the circle and pop bubbles (not sure what that connection is to soccer but Ben's engaged).  He's doing fine until the popping bubbles turned with a finger turns into high-fiving/smacking bubbles and any other unfortunate toddler who might be in the way.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved onto doing the "airplane" (foot on ball with arms spread wide).  We like this so Dad's starting to feel proud.  All of a sudden - when it comes time to start kicking - Ben decides...nope this is not for me.  There was a lot of "nooo" and "Limp Bens."  If you're not familiar with the "Limp Ben" move let me describe it to you.  When Ben doesn't want to do something he somehow convinces his body to go to Jello.  All of his muscles and bones seem to disappear and he falls to the floor in a jiggly representation of, what was once, my active son.  And, when I try to pick him up, he sort of looks like a cross between a rubber band and one of those crazy inflated dancing signs that you would see outside of a store - arms and legs going all sorts of akimbo.  Thus ends day two...and soccer practice...at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too early for basketball?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-3838447557986972328?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/3838447557986972328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/3838447557986972328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/3838447557986972328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='Pee Wee Pele He Ain&apos;t - sigh'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-4314548184185832486</id><published>2011-01-14T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:00:15.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Parent</title><content type='html'>Ok now that I am nineteen months into this ‘mom experiment’, I have to look back on my progress and laugh.  I am, at many times, the mother I never thought I would be.  PreBen I believed in making my own food for him, always buying organic for his food, barely letting him watch tv and I was also going to prove all my friends wrong that one could in fact multitask it all with a child.  Good gravy was I wrong.  This was my thought process both this morning when Ben lazed back on our bed, watching Spongebob Squarepants with his two thumbs perched on the inside of his front diaper (he is his father’s child) and then later again tonight when I plopped us in bed with him and the IPad as I tried to get caught up on Pretty Little Liars (ABC Family, don’t judge) from last season.   And frankly I am thinking it now as I watch him bang his head on the crib in an effort to woo me to come and get him from his nighty night time.  I never would have thought I could so cavalierly say to Matt, “let him bang his head, he’ll stop if he really hurts himself” as we watch it play out on the baby monitor and hear the rhythmic thuds.   My friend Susan likes to laugh at me, because I would always question her parenting and ask ‘couldn’t she just walk away from the child for a minute so we can get thru a conversation without 80 interruptions’.  She just mocks me now and is very satisfied that life has turned out this way for me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-4314548184185832486?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/4314548184185832486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfect-parent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4314548184185832486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4314548184185832486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfect-parent.html' title='The Perfect Parent'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-834540019380052043</id><published>2011-01-11T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:25:50.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Door Policy</title><content type='html'>Let me start by saying, yes I know Ben is too early to potty train.  That being said, Ben has really become aware lately of PEEYEW, his moniker for when he farts (quite often and frankly beneficial because now the dog doesn’t get blamed so much), poops or pees.    After doing one of the above he looks at us and says PEEYEW and sometimes waves his hand in front of his face with a grimace as mommy and daddy have done so many times in the past.  Most of the times it’s a false alarm but some times boy that kid has laid out a doozy for us.   So we of course thinking our child is a genius and is all set to be trained, we ran out and bought him a potty.    We have him sit there occasionally but it doesn’t last long.  This is not the part that amuses me.  Its that now our life, in yet another aspect has become a teaching moment.  At least once a day I say Mommy has to go potty and I bring him in there with me where he proceeds to sit on the bathroom floor in an effort to mimic me.  We do ceremonial dumps of his poop in the toilet and say bye bye as it flushes away.  And in a moment that I wish I had seen, apparently Ben poked his head thru Daddy’s legs as Daddy was showing him a stand up potty moment.    Luckily everyone escaped unscathed in that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-834540019380052043?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-5708631076382933939</id><published>2011-01-05T21:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:10:05.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son is a Narcissist</title><content type='html'>I think my son is in love with himself and it makes me laugh.  I was wondering when that moment of self realization would happen.  The other day I caught him looking at the reflection of himself and saying "Hi Ben!" and then just doubling over in laughter.  Then last night Lori told me that he was standing in front of the bedroom mirror flirting with himself, blowing kisses and trying to give a hug...sigh we still haven't figured out inanimate objects yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad, of course not a narcissist, loves to tell a good story and be a ham...could I be seeing a little me evolve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's even figured out how to find the video camera on my iPhone and film himself.  Here's the world premiere of Big Ben Goes For A Ride - starring Benjamin Monjan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8OcSR4VGqeI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8OcSR4VGqeI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We definitely have our hands full and I'm so much in love with my little man...so there you go Ben -you already have three people in your family home very much in love with you - your mother, your father....and yourself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-5708631076382933939?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/5708631076382933939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-son-is-narcissist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5708631076382933939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5708631076382933939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-son-is-narcissist.html' title='My Son is a Narcissist'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-9089087959984746137</id><published>2011-01-03T09:00:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:00:04.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Negotiating 101</title><content type='html'>Ben, among other things, has figured out the fine art of negotiating.  I think his thought process goes a little something like this: "if I say 'no' enough eventually my parents will give in and give me what I want."  The kid is super smart because he is super right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually negotiating starts around any meal time.  Ben do you want to have chicken?  No.  Pizza? No. Meatballs? No.  Then it is a process of figuring out which "carrot - and not the edible kind unless it is packaged with something else - will get Ben to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt technology has played a role in any feeding/negotiating time.  The hands-down favorite is the IPad.  Yes there is an App for that!  Ben will usually ask for "ipad?" to begin his negotiations.  Depending on how tired the parent is how we determine the exact time that the Ipad is whipped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have learned that the Toy Story 3 Disney Book app goes great with mac-and-cheese or brocolli and hummus.  Unfortunately, we have also learned that hummus is a lot harder than smudges to remove from the screen.  There is no app for that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on things and life before "the pad," Ben has been negotiating since he figured out how to point at things and say "Um."  During these stages Mom or I would say "This?" at various things pointed to on the table until we got a head nod and figured out the object that would make Ben eat his green beans.  It was like a big game of Um and Seek or Um and Cold.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, with object in hand, Ben would eat until he decided the next game of Um should resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days "Um" has been replaced by, "big truck, ipad, cars, bear, and book." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be interesting to see how the negotiating tactics will evolve from here.  In fact, as I am finishing this post I can hear Lori asking me to help her with something.  I simply respond, "Ipad?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-9089087959984746137?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/9089087959984746137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/negotiating-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/9089087959984746137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/9089087959984746137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/negotiating-101.html' title='Negotiating 101'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-5489957864324853369</id><published>2011-01-02T08:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T09:21:59.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year New Blog Promise/Goal</title><content type='html'>Ok yes, we admit it, we're slackers.  Somewhere between late night/early morning diaper changes, ramped up work schedules, and the fact that we now have to chase, nay sprint, after a chid who is hell bent on running after his brother from another mother (our dog Max), the blog got put on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as with all new years resolutions we start 2011 afresh and with new goals.  One of our goals is to keep up with the blog this year - we'll see how far we get.  So far - we're 1 for 1 on 1.1.11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's recap (For those of you who might still have this in your readers), some of our favorite things that happened while we were...unblogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weeks leading up to and after Halloween were great.  One of my all time favorite pictures occurred when we took Ben to a farm in Maryland.  It was there where he got to go on his first hay ride, pick out pumpkins and play with goats.  The farm also had an air cannon for some good ol' fashion pumpkin chunkin'- an event that I'm excited to watch Ben grow into.  And it was there where I got to take one of my favorite pictures of 2010 with Ben. (now hanging with pride in our family room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues Lindsay, Whitney, and Karen from work purchased a Meerkat outfit from, where else, the Discovery Store, which we outfitted him in for Halloween.  He wasn't too big of a fan of the Meerkat head but I was able to snap this shot before total meerkat meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other memories sort of blurred together, however; I can say that I really am enjoying this all-about-dada faze right now.  I say this as he is sleeping and not terrorizing poor Max, hitting his mommy or saying one of his favorite words, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been exciting to see him learn and grow.  His vocabulary seems to grow exponentially which is very cool.  He seems to use most of his vocabulary words when it is time to go to bed and he is stalling- oh yeah he excels at that!  For example a typical bed time routine will go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ben let's go upstairs to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  No&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Ben you're very tired and I think we need to go night night now&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Milk?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Sigh.  Yes we'll have some milk and...BEN DO NOT CHASE MAX...COME BACK NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Laughing.  Book?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Ok...picking him up...We can read three books when we go upstairs. What books would you like to read tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Trucks...Big Trucks...Cars...Bus....Ipad?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No..no more Ipad.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: NOOOOOOOO Ipad.  IPAD!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Let's read this book on Trucks.&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  No&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cars&lt;br /&gt;Ben No&lt;br /&gt;Me. Bus&lt;br /&gt;Ben: No&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Ok one IPAD Game and then we go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Head nodding...drinks milk...plays 4 or 5 games on the Ipad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and Lori's favorites to be added during next nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-5489957864324853369?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/5489957864324853369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-blog-promisegoal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5489957864324853369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5489957864324853369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-blog-promisegoal.html' title='New Year New Blog Promise/Goal'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-9205555748410423428</id><published>2010-04-18T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:46:26.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is more fun than the last</title><content type='html'>Ok so Big Ben is much more fun than he was a few months ago.&amp;nbsp; He definitely had an impish way about him.&amp;nbsp; Both his mother and I feel that there is a trouble brewing - especially when that mischievous glint shines in his eye and his lower lip gets tucked in...oh you know you're in for it then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the week of 4 am wake up calls or week of "no-naps" that caused me to have a little fun..but c'mon..I think I...nay WE earned it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes - it is fun to have a little fun...well at  his expense.&amp;nbsp; Does that make me a bad dad?&amp;nbsp; Check out this video and  then tell me it didn't make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8ow2Bg2zog&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8ow2Bg2zog&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-9205555748410423428?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/9205555748410423428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyday-is-more-fun-than-last.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/9205555748410423428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/9205555748410423428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyday-is-more-fun-than-last.html' title='Everyday is more fun than the last'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-4048926608273781313</id><published>2010-03-16T12:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:04:34.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Me</title><content type='html'>Again we are crap with the updates (thank you Jana for the nudge). Big milestones are happening at the Mezoff Monjan abode. Ben is finally crawling after what seems to be months of ‘he is SO CLOSE’ statements. As with everything he does it when HE wants to. No cajoling, no enticements, nothing could get him to move on the many times mommy tried to catch it on video. In fact there are several times where he looked at me, and just cackled, as if to say, I know you want it on tape SUCKER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben can get himself to a sitting pose like a champ. And likes to practice this maneuver when he is supposed to be putting himself to sleep. I often watch Ben TV (the monitor) and watch him sit up in the crib and methodically throw out every pacifier he has onto the floor. He also is a massive wiggle worm on the changing table and needs to always have something in his hands to distract him. Course whatever is in his hand soon finds its way wedged behind the changing table. Today I pulled out a hair brush, pacifier, plastic bag of qtips and three diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our boy is extremely headstrong and is not shy about telling you what he wants. Any table food he doesn’t want gets thrown to the floor (Maxy loves Ben even more after this trick). Any spoon fed food he doesn’t want is met by a scrunched up face and an amazingly fast swing of the hand that usually sends it spraying all over him, you, the tray, and with a really good shot, onto the floor. He also sticks his tongue out and gives you a raspberry. Charmer, isn’t he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are eating new table foods every day. So far grapes, raspberries, peaches and wheat bread are on our likes list. Chicken and peas are not. Unfortunately peas are also on Maxy’s do not like list so we actually have to get down and clean those up. Having a dog is a true joy on the ‘dump all the cheerios to the floor’ days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the talking front we can say a version of mama mama, though he has not clue who mama is. And there are words that sound very much like dog (gog) and baby that come from Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week and weekend will be devoted to finding stuff for baby proofing. Though he isn’t traveling very fast or very far we expect it to happen very soon. He already reaches for the electrical outlet. I think soon Ben will think his name is Uh Uh or NO. Ben doesn’t look phased by the reprimands but Maxy continually thinks he’s in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For videos of Ben’s first few crawls check out A DIRECT LINK TO NEW PHOTOS on the right hand side of the screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-4048926608273781313?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/4048926608273781313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2010/03/mobile-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4048926608273781313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4048926608273781313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2010/03/mobile-me.html' title='Mobile Me'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-655524851273249484</id><published>2010-01-31T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:16:11.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing and Maxing</title><content type='html'>This weekend was just what the doctor ordered.&amp;nbsp; We started with Pizza Friday (extra cheese and sauce) and a couple glasses of wine which Ben proceeded to try to scheme his way into (that kid is persistant and has hands of lightning speed). &amp;nbsp;I fear Big Ben is going to be a partier come college (when&amp;nbsp; he reaches the legal drinking age of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither Mom, Dad, Max or Big Ben made it past nine-thirty but that 's ok because Saturday was full of play.&amp;nbsp; We pulled the coffee table aside, threw down blankets and pillows in the family room and played with a plethora of stuffed animals, books, and blocks while jamming out to the iTouch in front of the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about my iTouch.&amp;nbsp;We had it on shuffle which meant that we would be jamming out to Kings of Leon or Green Day at one moment only to sing along to Cookie Monster and his "Me Lost Me Cookie at the Disco" or&amp;nbsp;Kermit the Frog's &amp;nbsp;"Rainbow Connection" next.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Yes we are have become those people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting note on kids music.&amp;nbsp; There is a song called the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAZihmoE8-s"&gt;Calypso Pig&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in which Miss Piggy sings about her love for her green Kermy.&amp;nbsp; In which he replies...and I am not kidding when I say this...Miss Piggy will get no play...Napkin, bib, knife and fork is the only way I'll touch pork.&amp;nbsp; Can you believe that?&amp;nbsp; Might be one of my favorite lyrics right now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of lyrics, listening to Mom belt out "&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?q=http://popup.lala.com/popup/360569466644037481&amp;amp;ei=Ru5lS6rzKsvGlAeUobmUCg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=music_play_track&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;ved=0CAoQ0wQoADAA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFD9SFdNv4WzyGFosk3pY_66pEW5w"&gt;Empire State of Mind&lt;/a&gt;" while Dad tried to harmonize to Michael Franti and Spearhead's "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoaTl7IcFs8"&gt;Say Hey&lt;/a&gt;" song all but ensured that our son won't be auditioning for American Idol anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by the talking frog, we capped the night by eating smoked pork (our third attempt at smoking a pork shoulder (7 hrs) in the &lt;a href="http://www.biggreenegg.com/"&gt;Big Green Egg&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp; Thank you Steve Dembo for that recommendation.&amp;nbsp; It truly is a wonderul thing.&amp;nbsp; I think we have the timing down but not the right temperature.&amp;nbsp; At least the mistakes&amp;nbsp; have been tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that playing and singing paid off because Big Ben slept in this morning (almost 8am) which allowed me to expend much needed energy on shoveling.&amp;nbsp; We had four inches fall last night for a total of two shovel jobs this winter (that's already double than the amount of pushing that I had to do last winter).&amp;nbsp; Global warming my...pork shoulder.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and videos to come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-655524851273249484?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/655524851273249484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2010/01/relaxing-and-maxing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/655524851273249484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/655524851273249484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2010/01/relaxing-and-maxing.html' title='Relaxing and Maxing'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-995567260653690755</id><published>2010-01-17T17:00:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:48:52.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're back!</title><content type='html'>Man so many milestones so many months to report on - where to start? How about by saying that in 2010 we resolve to update Ben's first year more frequently - (I say we resolve to do it - but we also resolved to eat better, be better organized, lose weight, use the Wii fit every morning, and a few more things yet to play out). By the way - I actually didn't have any resolutions but Lori told me that she had enough for me to adopt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a little recap since we last posted plus some great video of Ben and his new free-style-award-winning-Americal Idol-original creation - the Bwahh Bwah song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now without any further ado. Top ten things that have occured in late 2009 and early 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ben reversed the curse and actually wore Steelers apparel and they won! Unfortunately it was a little too late for Ben and his mighty black and gold team. Next year they'll be back in the hunt. Or he'll just wear the other teams apparel. On a good note - we're 2-0 when wearing MD gear and watching Terps basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The entire family (both two legged and four) succesfully made a roundtrip roadtrip to Boston with only two tiny melt-downs and very little shaking (Max gets a little nervous when he thinks we are anywhere in a vincinty of a Vet's office). We only had to stop once each way during the 8 hour drive - and that said that couldnt be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Big Ben can do the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sit up by himself,&lt;/strong&gt; my boy's got abs of steel. Look out for his 2010 ab workout DVD &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat&lt;/strong&gt;, and man can he put that food away. Fruits, veggies, rice cereal, oatmeal and he does also grab for mommy and daddy's wine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poop&lt;/strong&gt; which is why Lori and I have taken to playing poop roulette. The game begins with the changer pleading"no poopie, no poopie no poopie (a la Let's Make a Deal/Whammy) amd ends with either an audible sigh or a shout to the tune of "OH-DEAR-LORD-THAT-IS-DISGUSTING -I-MEAN-IT-IS-UP-HIS-BACK!" followed by hysterical laughing from the poop's creator. Which brings me to my next thing he can do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laugh&lt;/strong&gt;. The kid ain't quiet. We (and by we mean Ben) mostly likes to laugh at 5am or late at night during "quiet" time. For some reason life is just funnier when parents are tired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blow bubbles&lt;/strong&gt; with his massive amounts of drool. I swear my kid drools more than a mastif but he has learned to turn that drool into some spectaular bubbles. Which of course is pretty funny - especially when mommy is feeding him mashed green beans. Not so funny when you are holding him above your head and you see a stream coming at you and it pools all over your forehead or mouth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Use both hands&lt;/strong&gt;. Big Ben loves to grab, smack, pound, push, beat and a myriad of other things that you can do with your hands. He also has a knack for grabbing those hairs right on the back of your head, your neck skin and your lips. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's quick too!&lt;/strong&gt; When I change him into his bedtime jammies one hand inevitably grabs a wipey while the other hand reaches for a poopy diaper. He can also bang two things together and loves to do so. According to the baby sites that's an advanced behavior. According to mom and dad - duhhhh of course he's advanced! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be strong!&lt;/strong&gt; The other day Big Ben snatched the iTouch out of Dad's hand and it was like wrestling with the front line of (insert your football team's name here) to get it back. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. We have also pushed out two teeth (center bottom) and at this point, we're days away from seeing two more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Dad realized that he truly was a Dad. I'm not saying that these past 6 months have been un-dad like but the other day, after feeding Ben, Ben decided to shower me in everything he'd eaten that day - over my bare arms. I didn't flinch. I didn't scream. I simply said...you know if that were another kid's digested carrots I think I'd be pretty grossed out and contribute a little of my own lunch. But with my own son it was just par for the course. I lost at poop roulette later that night too - sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Lori claims that Ben can now be put into his crib for naps and soothe himself to sleep. I still like holding him until he's asleep and then put him into crib with my patented - rocker-to-crib-asleep move.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Lori and Ben have started to go to music together classes which may explain Big Ben's love of percussive sounds and, unfortunately, Elmo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. We like to be read books - specifically &lt;a href="http://www.toddparr.com/intro/3.html"&gt;Todd Parr &lt;/a&gt;books. Thank you Aunt Sheri and Uncle Seth! Those we are curious why you chose the book "It's Ok To Be Different." What exactly are you trying to say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Ben's smile. I can't tell you how much that thing can bring you out of a funk, be the ultimate welcome home, and make my heart sing. I love that smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Ben's started to be more vocal which is why I am including his debut hit single the "Bwah Bwah song" here. 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And every night I say to Matt, why dont you post something on the blog.  And then when I finally get down to writing something I realize its been weeks since we posted.  Bad parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy that Ben's five month old milestone is coming up so soon. On one hand it seems like such a short time but on the other hand it seems like we've had him forever, and on the other hand sometimes I wish we could just have a weekend afternoon off from having him. Yes I know I have three hands listed above, but quite honestly after becoming a mom, I realize I do have more than two hands or at least I must in order to get all that I get done with a kid in my arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Ben took his first ride in his real stroller (not the car seat and snap and go).   According to Nanny Sharon he was enthralled with it.  He does look like such a little niblet in it though.  For some reason this picking of the stroller was such an ordeal for me.  I must have read every review in the world, and test drove at least ten in the stores (Babies R Us shakes when they see me and the Nanny go down that aisle!).  Thanks Aunt Ness for the gift card that we used to get the stroller.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am writing this with hopes that there really is some truth to the 'cereal helps them sleep better myth'.  Matt and I are about to embark on some tough love with Ben and letting him cry at night and not plopping him  automatically in the car seat just so we can get some sleep.  Currently we are on a feeding which leads to him not being able to get back to sleep in bed because he becomes the rolling maniac, and then mom saids "F it" through him in the car seat.  Though the car seat keeps him quiet for a while it does not stop him from his 4 or 5 am I AM UP AND READY TO PLAY yapping session.  I love my son but good god the high pitched yelling and talking is making me insane.  He is in such a good mood when he wakes up and wants us to join in the fun.  When Matt's not around I just put on Sprout TV, turn the car seat towards the TV and try to fall back asleep or try and fight to open my eyes.  Here's to hoping that TV really does not rot the brain...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to laugh though. When we interviewed the Nanny we said we dont want our kid watching TV. So what do we do when she's not around, plop him with us in front of the set.  In the mornings we watch the Today show, in the afternoons we cycle between 90210 (I've explained the Dylan, Brenda, Kelly love triangle to him countless times) or something on Bravo.  I have to laugh when Matt is watching him downstairs and I find Ben tucked in the crook of Matt's arm, enamored with whatever Discovery show he's got on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is easier to take a stand on parenting... before you have a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-5946569302646723549?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/5946569302646723549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/11/days-they-are-flying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5946569302646723549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5946569302646723549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/11/days-they-are-flying.html' title='The days they are a flying'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-5423201127280836262</id><published>2009-10-23T13:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:34:15.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Cry, I Cry</title><content type='html'>Last night poor Ben woke up in a meltdown with a stuffy nose which made it hard for him to breathe.  He went from 0 to 100 in a crying, coughing, fit from which he was unconsolible.  Of course it didnt help that I was playing the plumber role with the aspirator as we dodged and weaved trying to get it in his nostril.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little niblet had tears streaming down his face, which led to tears in my eyes as I tried to rock him back to sleep.  Finally my singing calmed him down (see Matt dont mock my voice) and he drifted off to sleep for a few hours (in the car seat of course!).  I couldnt help but think... oh boy... here starts a lifetime of colds, infections, and my own heartbreaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-5423201127280836262?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/5423201127280836262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-cry-i-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5423201127280836262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5423201127280836262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-cry-i-cry.html' title='You Cry, I Cry'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-819749957660237121</id><published>2009-10-20T08:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:05:37.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LMAO - and U Will 2.</title><content type='html'>Sorry to go all text-speak on you but, since we're in the medium, I figured it appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who may not know - LMAO = Laughing My Ass Off and that is exactly what Ben is doing below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prompted by the always hilarious mom-and-the-stuffed-animal routine, Big Ben provides big laughs.  As you know laughter is infectious so we also started to laugh.  And each time we play it, we get more and more cheerful.  We hope that this spreads a laugh or two your way as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="225" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=d0107d6220&amp;photo_id=4029268354&amp;hd_default=false"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=d0107d6220&amp;photo_id=4029268354&amp;hd_default=false" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-819749957660237121?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/819749957660237121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/10/lmao-and-u-will-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/819749957660237121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/819749957660237121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/10/lmao-and-u-will-2.html' title='LMAO - and U Will 2.'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-5471074901538441210</id><published>2009-10-11T09:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:35:00.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pix Galore</title><content type='html'>A special note to the grandmoms who have been checking the site religiously and complaining..... the Flickr page is updated.  Enjoy.   Anything with a little arrow on it means its a video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-5471074901538441210?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/5471074901538441210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/10/pix-galore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5471074901538441210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5471074901538441210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/10/pix-galore.html' title='Pix Galore'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-7943991575375290565</id><published>2009-10-06T19:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:36:22.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE STILL ALIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Good lord, we stink at updating. I can’t believe it’s been so long since we last posted. My apologies, especially to the grandparents who are complaining about no updates and no new pix. New pix are on the way, I promise by this weekend. Niblet just went to sleep and I am watching him on my monitor. I swear I don’t know how people with the audio monitors do it, I watch Ben TV all the time. I mean ALL the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is Ben’s four month Dr’s appointment. I am going to try and convince them to let me try cereal with him. He seems interested in watching us eat (who wouldn’t be) and I really want to see if there is any proof to the cereal helps them sleep better myth. Ben goes to sleep usually at 7 or 8, then wakes up around 11ish or 12 ish (usually because he’s rolled on his stomach and cant get back over), then one other time around 2:30 or 3:30 and then by 4:30 or 5:30 he is wide awake, chortling about the day ahead, yelling to stretch his vocal cords and pretty much blathering non-stop. At this point, I usually schlep him in bed with me and lay next to him while he prattles away and pulls and scratches at my face – I never knew neck skin could pull that far from my actual neck. His dagger fingers grab at my cheeks and I silently pray for him to lose interest and want to go back to sleep. Sometimes I can get him back down, and then sometimes this routine just marks the beginning of our day. Usually I can convince Matt to change the first diaper of the day, and on a good day, I can get a cup of coffee delivered to me in bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days Ben is ACTIVE. All he wants to do is sit or stand. Anytime he’s laying back he tries to do ab crunches to pull himself up. He exerts so much effort and makes little grunting noises. I feel like I am back watching the guys at Golds Gym (they didn’t drool so much though – seriously this kid is a faucet, and saturate two bibs at minimum in a day). Ben can sort of pull himself up using your hands and loves standing on our legs. With Nanny Sharon pushing him along, Ben has been playing with a lot more of his toys. He loves his exersaucer, his swing, and does baby squats with his bouncy from Aunt Aimee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I have been watching videos in the morning as we wait for Nanny Sharon to come. Some of his favorites are the Mah na mah na mah na song -- http://www.kideos.com/content/mah-na-mah-na-mah-na, the baby that dances to the Beyonce video -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikTxfIDYx6Q , Furry Happy Monsters Laughing (http://www.kideos.com/content/furry-happy-monsters-laughing# -- a take off on REM) and this weird Baby Einstein rap type video - http://www.kideos.com/content/baby-einstein-baby-break-beat . I need to find more songs that he’d like so if anyone knows where there is a big resource of muppets songs, please let me know. Yes yes, I’ll also be searching Discovery Streaming…. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben dances along to his videos and yells out and laughs. Boy does he laugh these days. Matt and I run a gag into the ground to get him to keep laughing. I promise to add some video of him cracking up and doing other activities that can only be amusing to his parents up on Flickr this week. And I’ll post after his four month dr visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-7943991575375290565?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/7943991575375290565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-lord-we-stink-at-updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/7943991575375290565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/7943991575375290565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-lord-we-stink-at-updating.html' title='WE ARE STILL ALIVE'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-9162980394406755530</id><published>2009-09-18T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:59:15.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll with it Baby</title><content type='html'>I know that significant milestones should not be met with the thought of ‘oh crap’ but that was my first instinct this week when Ben rolled over for the first time.  I got a good early preview of this feat the other morning when he was in his cranky I don’t want to go back to sleep even though its 5:30 and mommy wants to lull me back to sleep mode.  He was half awake when I put him down swaddled. I went to pat the dog, hoping he would settle himself down. Instead the burrito was face down in the crib when I came back a minute later.  Don’t worry grandparents he had his head to the side but my first thought was oh good lord, the easy days are over.  The days of ‘stay here on the changing table while I go across the room to get an outfit for today’, the ‘days of wait here on the bed so I can pee’, the days of let me put you here while mommy goes to write her blog, are OVER.  Later that day when down for a nap he flipped full over for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanny Sharon started this week and since then he’s been rolling every so often.  Nanny Sharon thinks I am nuts because now that he does this I am too scared to let him sleep all night in his bed for fear that he will suffocate himself.  He is after all still just a niblet and only three months old.  Damn him for being advanced.  Even the pediatrician I think stifled a laugh when I called them.  Oh well I am a first time mom I am supposed to be paranoid… right?  Needless to say the swaddle is out of our lives for good.  I will miss you swaddle.  Though Ben hated you, you kept him asleep for longer and you spawned the Ben Burrito song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are loving having Nanny Sharon here.  She is putting Ben thru his paces.  They sing, read books, practice flipping, do work outs and take a lot of walks.  She’s been teaching Ben to go to sleep on his own rather than mommy’s previous method of having him drink himself milk drunk and pass out.  Ben is getting pretty decent at it, doesn’t really cry but does amuse himself for a while before falling asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-9162980394406755530?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/9162980394406755530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/09/roll-with-it-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/9162980394406755530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/9162980394406755530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/09/roll-with-it-baby.html' title='Roll with it Baby'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-6728030368766238979</id><published>2009-09-10T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:14:37.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOWSA.  Ben is three months old already.  On one hand it feels like such a short time, but on the other hand it feels like he’s been with us forever.  He’s transformed so much from a boring lump to quite the funny kid with his oh so serious quizzical expressions, big cheeked smiles, coo and YELLS.  So far on his resume he has skills such as ‘able to keep head straight without support’, ‘able to stand a good five seconds of open mouthed kisses from max before complaining’, ‘able to sing along with mommy to old standards such as whitesnake, meatloaf and guns n’ roses’, and ‘able to bring parents out of any bad mood by standing or sitting on their laps and gurgling away.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben has decided to celebrate this milestone by going thru what we think it a growth spurt so he’s waking up more at night RAVENOUS.  He’s breaking out of his swaddle and sucking on his hand with such intensity that when you go in there to pick him up and break the hand suction he becomes a yelling fool.  Hopefully this will only last a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first week back at work but the nanny doesn’t start til next week so Ben has spent some significant time in my office in his bouncy chair.  He really loves holding his soft toys and of course trying to put them all in his mouth.  There is also quite a bit of dancing going on.  Judging by his not smooth moves, I can see he will take after daddy in that department.  If only he would nap like daddy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very excited for Nanny Sharon to start next week.  She seems very high energy and I am excited for Ben to get some quality one on one person time during the day and not just be vibrating away in his bouncy.  I am hoping she helps us out with developing sleep habits. I tried a few times to put him down without the swaddle or while awake and it hasn’t gone well.  Given that I am multitasking with kid and work I have been taking the easy way out and swaddling him then feeding him while swaddled which on a good day puts him asleep within minutes, sometimes under a minute.  Would love any feedback on developing good sleep habits – whats worked for you and what hasn’t and when to start trying techniques.  I’ve got some books but haven’t had the time to really sit and read them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-6728030368766238979?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/6728030368766238979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/09/yowsa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/6728030368766238979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/6728030368766238979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/09/yowsa.html' title=''/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-4707687635383123320</id><published>2009-08-30T09:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:49:44.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wild And Crazy Time</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I'm sure we broke some sort of noise ordinance and may have turned Ben from a quiet and serious Ben into an OH-MY-GOD-I-CAN-MAKE-SOME-NOISE Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started innocently enough.  First Uncle Tim came down from NY to visit and hang out.  We chilled at a Gastro Pub (Ben was with grandma and grandpa) and came home and quietly talked while Cat Stevens sung soothingly in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the Lipshultz family came and brought the party.  We had so much&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SpqCZmsyTaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BPeOIt6cZbk/s1600-h/Ben+and+his+cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SpqCZmsyTaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BPeOIt6cZbk/s320/Ben+and+his+cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375752481616842146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fun with Zack, Becca, Pete, Andy and Wendy.   And boy did they bring in the noise and bring in the funk.  Actually to be fair, after eating Lori's Mac-n-Cheese and chasing it with make-your-own-sundaes, I think it was me who brought in the funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the party reached one of its many dins, and Ben was down for a "nap"  I heard Andy bust out his Dad voice and yell - ALRIGHT GUYS, ENOUGH, BEN IS TRYING TO SLEEP! Which worked long enough for everyone to pause, look at Andy questioningly and then resume the cacophony of bad puns, MP3 interviews and raucous renditions of the Ben Burrito Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast as did Ben.  I liken the party to the Cat in Hat - the part where the parents are out and everything becomes a blur of sound and motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although he was a little unsure at first, he certainly was a fan of the Lipshultz clan at the end.  He loved interacting with Pete and being sung to and receiving zerberts from Becca and Zack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, when everyone went home and Lori and I were tucked into bed, she summed up the evening the best with a "whew...are we sure we want another?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-4707687635383123320?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/4707687635383123320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/wild-and-crazy-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4707687635383123320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4707687635383123320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/wild-and-crazy-time.html' title='A Wild And Crazy Time'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SpqCZmsyTaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BPeOIt6cZbk/s72-c/Ben+and+his+cousins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-50967142710228293</id><published>2009-08-25T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:21:08.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom’s Random Ramblings….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those keeping score, at his two month appt Ben was 12.1lbs, 25 inches and his noggin was 15 inches.  I thought for sure they’d tell me he was way too big but apparently he’s only in the 55th percentile… My mom compared this to my baby book and I was about 13lbs.  Funny enough when she looked at the baby book she saw that I was sleeping through the night at one month old, and eating solids.  Ben you are behind!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben had his first major overtired meltdown the other day.  We both had tears in our eyes, but he looked far more pathetic than mommy did.  Mommy did how ever have 2 glasses of wine that night to recover.  All is well now.  We now go down for a nap (SWADDLED!) every two hours and I find he’s much more amenable to sleeping.  Goes to sleep much quicker.  I have no idea what I wasn’t swaddling him for nap time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will ever be able to generate the same smiles generated by Ben staring at our ceiling fan. If I could put fan blades on my head I would do it just to get that smile….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can Ben possibly be thinking when Max licks his face?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is Ben thinking about when he giggles in his sleep or when he cries out or furrows his brow?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what age will Ben finally realize that I keep dumping him in his bouncy chair not so that I can do work, but rather so that I can catch up on TMZ for all the gossip.  Does it make me a bad mom that sometimes Paula Abdul gossip trumps valuable time with my son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-50967142710228293?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/50967142710228293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/moms-random-ramblings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/50967142710228293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/50967142710228293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/moms-random-ramblings.html' title='Mom’s Random Ramblings….'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-4534204779152462041</id><published>2009-08-25T08:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:07:36.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine You Do It Then</title><content type='html'>This pretty much started the same as any other morning with Ben this month.  He awoke at 3:30am to let us know that he was hungry...and hungrier...and hungrier until we lost the battle of wits and rolled sleepily out of bed to give him his bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there were a couple of differences last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Big Ben finally slept in his own room in his own crib last night.  That's not to say we didn't hear and watch his every move (well at least Lori watched).  Because, in addition to a sound monitor, we also have a camera trained on Big Ben.  It sends a wireless feed back to a video monitor on Lori's side of the bed.  And when the lights are off that monitor fills the room with a pale blue light akin to a full moon on a fall night.  I finally understand that song about wearing sunglasses at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second difference - I thought I would relieve Lori from the early morning chore (she had been handling the majority of them) and go feed and change Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, halfway through our change, Lori came in to make sure "everything was alright"  And then she went back to bed.  Two minutes later she was promptly back in the room to remind me how to swaddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way - I am not a fan of the swaddle - and neither is Ben.  If you don't know what a swaddle is - think straight jacket for infants or picture a burrito made of cloth with a baby filling and you pretty much got it.  But mom swears by it so we do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say, yes, ok, I've got it...swaddle - go back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Big Ben finally starts to doze off (we're at 4:15am for those keeping score back home), Lori's back in the nursery- "I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable putting the swaddle on" she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for relieving - I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben gets swaddled - Lori's back in Bed - I'm rocking Ben to sleep.  It is 4:30am, I hear baby snores, Max the family dog,  is dreaming of something fun, and all  is right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Ben down in his crib.  Carefully walk out of the room and gently insert myself back into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes later - that right world - has gone wrong.  Ben is crying and my wife is saying "you did it wrong.  You are supposed to make sure he's sleeping" and here's the kicker ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you do this on purpose so that I have to get out of bed and rock him to sleep!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we proceed to have a 5:00 am "discussion" Ben falls quiet and I feel vindicated.  And just as I'm about to retort something smart...something to show off my Big Ben skills, Ben lets loose and blows my baby cred out of the water.  I don't even say anything.  I don't look over at Lori - I don't want to acknowledge -I just get up and try to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm in there for what feels like 15-20 minutes.  He's got to be in a deep sleep now.  I make it back to bed and...let's just say Lori had to take the rest of the shift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-4534204779152462041?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/4534204779152462041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/fine-you-do-it-then.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4534204779152462041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4534204779152462041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/fine-you-do-it-then.html' title='Fine You Do It Then'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-707514885694140029</id><published>2009-08-21T18:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:51:06.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's First Bar Experience</title><content type='html'>It is Friday so that means it's Date Night!  This time we brought our little man.  And although Big Ben didn't get to sample the local beer - we did.  And while we munched on burgers and fries Big Ben nodded off - blissfully.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was encouraged, and a little frightened, to see how comfortable Big Ben was being in a Bar.  Is this an indication of our future Ben?  Will Lori and I be up late at night worrying about the whereabouts of Party Ben?  Lord knows he already has his belching down. He is this close to burping the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least, for the moment, we can take solace in the fact that we don't necessarily have to pawn Big Ben off on the parents when we want to get out of the house for a quick bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what next Friday brings - hold the mayo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-707514885694140029?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/707514885694140029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/bens-first-bar-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/707514885694140029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/707514885694140029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/bens-first-bar-experience.html' title='Ben&apos;s First Bar Experience'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-3178916365813656311</id><published>2009-08-20T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:14:00.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing Some ZZZ's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If you didn't know me you would think I was a narcoleptic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I now find that, whenever possible, I am trying to get a quick nap in. If I am on a plane my eyelids feel like two sandbags even before I have buckled myself in. If I'm at home I find refuge in the bathroom. If I'm in a cab, I don't mind if they take the long way to my destination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I now understand what my mom meant when she said "I am not sleeping, I am just resting my eyes." Case in point - I recently got excited to be in an elevator so that I could close my eyes for a quick ten second dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At home I find my mind is aways doing bed math before I have to get up forwork. Here are some calculations:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I too stubbly? Maybe if I don't shave today I can squeeze out ten minutes extra sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I take a ten minute shower, I can get 15 more minutes of quality pillow time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These calculations sound good but,unfortunately; never pan out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And why is it that I always find the most comfortable sleeping position minutes before my alarm goes off?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even as I am creating this post I am debating just closing my eyes and ddhdhudejkdjnddfk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-3178916365813656311?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/3178916365813656311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/stealing-some-zzzs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/3178916365813656311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/3178916365813656311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/stealing-some-zzzs.html' title='Stealing Some ZZZ&apos;s'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-2456430981968940576</id><published>2009-08-19T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:54:00.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to a Two Month Old</title><content type='html'>Big Ben some day I hope that you'll look back upon these postings, see how your first year of life was chronicled and that it brings you a smile and a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along that vein I thought I would write you a little poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ode to a Two Month Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over two months ago you were still in your mom's belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one, at least not your Mom or your Dad, thought you would produce things so smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never anticipated the joy that your smile would bring us&lt;br /&gt;Or the way our heats jump when you sing us your chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the two months that you have been on earth our world has been rearranged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep patterns, eating patterns, and even leaving the house has all&lt;br /&gt;changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the wee hours of the night when all is dark and quiet - save for the&lt;br /&gt;sound of your breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mom and I ponder the wonder of you and enjoy the stillness - at least&lt;br /&gt;before you start teething.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe some day we will be in adding a sister or a brother mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that, my son, is for a different ode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-2456430981968940576?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/2456430981968940576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-to-two-month-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/2456430981968940576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/2456430981968940576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-to-two-month-old.html' title='Ode to a Two Month Old'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-1492266008544472615</id><published>2009-08-18T11:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:46:43.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a long strange trip it's been</title><content type='html'>I really am thanking my lucky stars to be raising a child in this, the 21st Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget all of this digital native vs immigrant jargon - let's give a virtual shout out/high five to the digital dads and megabyte moms out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has me back out on the road preaching about the merits of a flat and technology-driven world. And what a truly cool world it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some neat things that I have taken advantage of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.skype.com"&gt;Skype.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A free voice and video service that is delivered over the web. Skype gives me the ability to communicate over the web - for free. I can Skype with Big Ben and his mom and SEE and TALK with them. I was in the Philly airport the other day and got to see Big Ben coo, churtle, and sing - in real time. I can only imagine what that conversation must have sounded like on the other side of my monitor screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segue to Granparents 2.0&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live twenty minutes from my parents yet, once they found out about Skype, my mom now asks me if we can get on a skype call together...even though we could easily do it face to face. And we Skype with Lori's parents too- only we have to call them on the analog phone first, wait until their computer boots up, and then open a call via Skype and proceed through a series of "ok can you see me now?"and "hang up your phone now...no your phone...yes I can hear you.." Still it is a really cool tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love posting and reading your comments on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;It has really been comforting to know that what we experience with Ben is not unique but has been experienced by the collective. Building our personal network has been a neat experience and I can't wait to see what Ben will contribute when he lends his voice and words to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.flickr.com"&gt;Flickr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a great place for us to store and share our pictures and video. We do pay a small yearly fee but it is well worth it. When people ask me if I have pictures of Ben it as simple as pulling up our family Flickr page. You can also convert your photos to a bound book, make posters, with your images and more with this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I admit it. I resisted Facebook for a while. In fact I didn't get into it until Ben came along. I still pretty much just post things about him there - it is more like my Ben book. But I do enjoy reading about friends and connecting with people from my past. I am also really addicted to Mafia Wars and Poker- damn it :) Mom and Dad you are welcome to be my Facebook friend - and with all of your travel I think your posts will prove to be more interesting - just no "I love you so much from mummy" on my Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.manbabies.com"&gt;Manbabies.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly weird, disturbing and oh so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other things I am looking forward to using with my friends and family include&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.animoto.com"&gt;Animoto.com&lt;/a&gt; Take still images and video and give them an MTV spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.glogster.com"&gt;Glogster.com&lt;/a&gt; I have seen my friend Traci B do amazing things with this site. Basically you can make digital animated posters with this tool and I am looking forward to seeing how I can use this with friends and fam. I'm thinking Holiday Card 2.0?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.voicethread.com"&gt;Voicethread.com&lt;/a&gt; This site lets you upload images and video that other people an then comment on and share. How much fun would it be to collaborate on a friend/family message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.blabberize.com"&gt;Blabberize.com&lt;/a&gt; One my absolute favorite sites. Upload a picture and make it talk with this free and fun tool. I mean where else could you do something like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000' codebase='http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0' width='333' height='500' id='Blabberize.com_Player' align='middle'&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='sameDomain' /&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.blabberize.com/swf/blabberembedp.swf' /&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high' /&gt;&lt;param name='scale' value='noscale' /&gt;&lt;param name='salign' value='lt' /&gt;&lt;param name='bgcolor' value='#ccffff' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='id=93350' /&gt;&lt;embed width='333' height='500' src='http://www.blabberize.com/swf/blabberembedp.swf' FlashVars='id=93350' quality='high' scale='noscale' salign='lt' bgcolor='#ccffff' name='Blabberize.com_Player' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='sameDomain' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-1492266008544472615?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/1492266008544472615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-long-strange-trip-its-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/1492266008544472615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/1492266008544472615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-long-strange-trip-its-been.html' title='What a long strange trip it&apos;s been'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-436933613312562568</id><published>2009-08-17T16:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:00:00.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Five Things Uttered This Month</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;b&gt;"Maybe he's going through a growth spurt?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid is always eating.  Big Ben's appetite has really ratched up a notch.  During these spurts we down up to 5 oz's per bottle (up from the usual 3-4) and seemingly every hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;b&gt; "Oh my God - was that you?"&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Big Ben's farts and/or diapors have, well let's just say a certain ripeness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;b&gt;"Here take it"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offered with outstretched arms and tiredly uttered when Dad comes home from work and Mom has been with Ben for the full day(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;"I just want to get out of the house and go somewhere...by myself"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also pronounced by a weary and sometimes harried mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;b&gt;"yayyyyy"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sound, along with the Benjamin Burrito song, elicits instant smile and thus is often said in the Mezoff-Monjan household.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-436933613312562568?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/436933613312562568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-five-things-uttered-this-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/436933613312562568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/436933613312562568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-five-things-uttered-this-month.html' title='Top Five Things Uttered This Month'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-4763682396314381063</id><published>2009-08-16T19:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:42:21.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Baby Blog</title><content type='html'>Ok it may have been a while since the last posting...the one in which my wife was driven to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you blame her - I mean she used the word "poop-a-palooza" in it - and that has pretty much been the story here in month two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have seen things that only babies in horror stories are supposed to do.  Why just before I set finger to keyboard Big Ben turned his head 360 degrees and spewed forth what can only be described as the Niagra Falls of formula, Niagra Formula if you will, upon me. I mean it must have come from his tiny toes.  I was left without words (unless ewwww is a word) and amazed at the Rorschach formula/spit-up stain that my shirt had become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hasn't been all mega movements and bodily fluids.  We had a lot of really cool things happen this month too.  If you didn't see it on my Facebook page, we are now the proud (yes proud) owners of a Siena Minivan.  This thing is decked to the nines.  We're talking back-up camera, navigation system, DVD System and this red blinkie button which, although we're not sure, think it may be a direct link to NASA mission control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Ben has also become smiley Ben.  Especially when he's naked.  Yes, sigh, my son is an exhibitionist.  He is most expressive when he's on his back, legs in the air, as mom and dad proceed to de-poopify him.  He also loves to &lt;a href="http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-ben-and-his-singing-career.html"&gt;sing&lt;/a&gt; on his playmat and bouncy chair.  Thank YOU Aunt Lisa!  Ben's new found love is the bouncy chair and the toys that hook into it - one of which is a mirror.  So I guess that means, so far, that I'm raising vain exhibitionist who likes to sing after pooping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God only knows what month three will bring.  I can only tell you that I wouldn't change it for the world...and that's no crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-4763682396314381063?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/4763682396314381063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-baby-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4763682396314381063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4763682396314381063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-baby-blog.html' title='Blog Baby Blog'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-5888160491035294239</id><published>2009-08-06T17:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:01:55.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is why I drink</title><content type='html'>I cant even count how many times I have said the expression GOOD GOD today to Ben.  Maybe its because every single diaper change has been a poopapaloza.  I mean its been EVERYWHERE.  Also he managed to pee straight up the front of his onsie, soaking his entire front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a half hour ago, he produced what I can only describe as a firehose projectile formula extravaganza.  From his perch in the crook of my left elbow, he was able to shoot it out and hit my right knee and leg. The stream of milk was like an inch wide. It was so spectacular that I forgot to be immediately grossed out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it was time for me to give him my first solo bath without help from Matt or my mom.  All went well until I came to the rinse off phase and took the plug out of the tub so that I could pour water on him and then forgot that I had done that and moved the tub, not realizing it until it drained all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-5888160491035294239?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/5888160491035294239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-this-is-why-i-drink.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5888160491035294239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5888160491035294239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-this-is-why-i-drink.html' title='And this is why I drink'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-4777547607027940317</id><published>2009-08-06T08:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:03:53.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Onsies...</title><content type='html'>Thought of the morning.... Onsies arent so 'one'derful when your son poops three inches up beyond his back diaper line.  Trying to navigate getting the outfit off while not dousing your son in a puddle of poop is quite a feat.  Two diaper cloths (for preventing wall waterfalls), more than 6 wipes, and a diaper pad later we are clean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good god if this is how its going to be I may never let my child eat solids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-4777547607027940317?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/4777547607027940317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/onsies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4777547607027940317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4777547607027940317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/onsies.html' title='Onsies...'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-4019506636934967950</id><published>2009-08-02T11:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:52:45.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Ben and His Singing Career</title><content type='html'>Finally we have a happy baby! Don't get me wrong, we still get grumpus among us every once and a while.  But when we do it is just a matter of changing him out of his cranky pants and into a his Mr. Happy onesie and all is right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by and large (and we mean large as Ben is over 11lbs in 7 weeks), Big Ben is a pretty happy baby now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves when mom kisses his neck and gives him zerberts (or, as my Grandma would always say, "Patakisses")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a big fan of the wall...any wall.  The wall, and the pictures on them, seem to mesmerize him.  It seems crazy but we (mom and dad) get a little jealous of these inanimate objects as they, initially, got more smiles then mom and dad.  Weird - but maybe he'll be an artist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Big Ben loves his play mat.  This is where he's most vocal and smiley.  Take a gander and see for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4My_MlrU_I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4My_MlrU_I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I may have done a little editing at the end, but still that was one hundred percent Ben on the Mic.  Just wait until we get Rock Band that's right Babe, I'm still lobbying for the WII.  Help me out Blogosphere - tell her I (we) need one for Ben's development or something like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we start our 8th week in this crazy adventure full of smiles and songs.  I can't wait until his word "goo" turn into actual words - especially if its something like "Dad let's play another game on the WII"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-4019506636934967950?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/4019506636934967950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-ben-and-his-singing-career.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4019506636934967950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4019506636934967950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-ben-and-his-singing-career.html' title='Big Ben and His Singing Career'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-8076300066011274817</id><published>2009-07-30T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:50:58.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've been wondering</title><content type='html'>Do other parents obsess with getting boogers out of their kids nose?  When I see something in there its all I can think about.  Even though he screams bloody hell when I try to fish it out, I still torture him because I keep thinking his nose is so small and its the only way he breathes.. I must get it out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever learn not to poke my child in the middle of the night to see if he is breathing. Inevitably it leads to an awake child.  Last night he went down around 10ish and by 4am I hadnt heard a peep.  So of course i poked him which started his whimpering intermitentally.  And then although the slept til around 5, I was up from 4 on, waiting for him to wake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one estimating on dates when I fill out my kid's baby book?  Are there wonderfully organized people that when they see the first smile, they run to record it.  Or are they like me and randomly pick a date of the week that they believe it started.  Five years or even five weeks from now, will anyone really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone park their kid on the playmat just to get some time out? I know I should be playing there but really he is amusing himself just fine.  I cant imagine that me not saying here is your hand, hit the kitty kat, or ba ba ba ba will have long lasting developmental effects.  He's there right now in fact (sporting a very tempting booger I might add but alas its too far back for me to get).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-8076300066011274817?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/8076300066011274817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-ive-been-wondering.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/8076300066011274817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/8076300066011274817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-ive-been-wondering.html' title='Things I&apos;ve been wondering'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-1160680728319016244</id><published>2009-07-29T18:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:06:25.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first day</title><content type='html'>Well its been seven weeks since Ben was born and I just now had my first day alone with him.  I am happy to report we survived.  There was only one major meltdown (his not mine) in the car ride home from the chiropractor.  I tried reasoning with him that mommy was driving and couldnt do anything to calm him but it didnt help.  So I blasted some Aerosmith to drown him out. I dont know if it was the magic of Steven Tyler or sheer exhaustion but he finally fell asleep.   Off to wash bottles.. such a glamorous life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-1160680728319016244?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/1160680728319016244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-first-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/1160680728319016244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/1160680728319016244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-first-day.html' title='Our first day'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-905997510557321763</id><published>2009-07-26T20:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:11:37.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is in a Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2564/3760262322_ec65ebf051.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 284px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2564/3760262322_ec65ebf051.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Big Ben received his Jewish name and blessings with his family.  Mom and Dad felt truly blessed to be surrounded by family and feel the love in the room.  Ben, for the most part, pretty much slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a great day filled with food, ceremony, and many, many, many of Zack's jokes.  A few of them I may have to steal including the one about the Jewish man who made coffee - He-brew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack if you are reading this, you truly are your father's son and made me a proud godfather with all of your puns.  You made me laugh a lot today and I really enjoyed hearing your laugh too.  And your chocolate chip cookies were really yummy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the naming ceremony Jan the cantor asked that the family bestow blessings upon Ben.  Most of the blessings included humor and laughter.  Ben, if you turn out anything like your family and friends I think you'll have that in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have finally begun to see your smile, your true smile, not the smile that comes from passing gas (although that still makes your dad smile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've also begun to laugh - even if it is at hours when your dad and mom may not feel like laughing.  Like take 3am this morning when your dad turned his head for one second as you peed on the wall behind you...again.  YOU thought that was hilarious.  Your dad still has yet to get in on the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Benjamin, my wish for you is that you, some day, will look back upon your life and know that it was filled with people who love you and love to laugh with you - even if it means peeing on the wall behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the link on the right to see updated pix from today's ceremony as well as the past month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-905997510557321763?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/905997510557321763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-in-name.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/905997510557321763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/905997510557321763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-in-name.html' title='What is in a Name?'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-4762896868385197364</id><published>2009-07-24T17:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:08:49.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night to Remember</title><content type='html'>There are many nights in my past that I will remember.  Prom night.  Graduation night (whoo hoo wine coolers), my first date with Matt in Baltimore (whoo hoo many beers), our wedding night (whoo hoo ;) ), our first night with Maxy the dog (not so much a whoo hoo more of a whoops there goes our extra space in the bed), etc.  But for right now the night that brings me the most happiness was last night... Ben slept from 10:40-4:40 and then from 5:30 to 8:45.  Glorious!  My mom thought he and I must have died from carbon monoxide poisoning when she didnt hear us stiring until then.  Oh sweet slumber!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-4762896868385197364?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/4762896868385197364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/night-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4762896868385197364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4762896868385197364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/night-to-remember.html' title='Night to Remember'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-6379013268271861717</id><published>2009-07-23T17:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:43:24.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A two-fer</title><content type='html'>Ben graced us with another five hours last night.  His witching hour seems to be from 4:30 on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life seems to be about numbers these days.  What time did we last feed him, how many ounces did he take, how long did he sleep and so far the most interesting number has been 13.  When we last emptied the diaper genie it contained 13 lbs of used diapers.  Yes I made Matt stand on the scale to weigh it.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-6379013268271861717?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/6379013268271861717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-fer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/6379013268271861717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/6379013268271861717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-fer.html' title='A two-fer'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-1788125727120090635</id><published>2009-07-22T20:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:15:20.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought to you by the number 5</title><content type='html'>11-4 last night. That's five hours of sleep people. Rejoice with me. On the flip side, he did another wall pee. This kid keeps us on our toes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-1788125727120090635?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/1788125727120090635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/11-4-last-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/1788125727120090635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/1788125727120090635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/11-4-last-night.html' title='Brought to you by the number 5'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-1426968014910835584</id><published>2009-07-21T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:49:38.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PAYOFF!</title><content type='html'>This week has been a big change for Ben.  No he is still terrorizing us by waking every few hours, and whimpering and crying while still asleep.   However we are finally seeing smiles.  Real smiles, not the I am currently pooping while you hold me and am so bloated that a smile is coming out but really don’t get your hopes up mom it’s just gas smiles.  We’ve got smiles, we’ve got coos, we have a happy boy!  I am going to try and get Matt to tape him this weekend so that we can post a video of it. It’s pretty darn cute.   And he’s finally staring at us with the same adoration that he gave to the blank walls last week.  He’s so much more interactive and quite frankly much more like a baby then the lump we’ve been taking care of for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben spent his first night in his own room last night. I wouldn’t call it an extremely successful experiment as he got up a lot and fussed quite loudly when he was sleeping.  We’ve got the mack daddy video monitor so I was able to keep watch over him from my bedside.   Unfortunately even the lowest setting perfectly broadcasts every sound that he makes, so really it was like he was in the room with us.  Here’s to hoping for a much quieter night tonight….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-1426968014910835584?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/1426968014910835584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/payoff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/1426968014910835584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/1426968014910835584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/payoff.html' title='THE PAYOFF!'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-8941680061464250797</id><published>2009-07-20T07:44:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:43:24.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in Review</title><content type='html'>Ok so maybe posting every day was a little ambitious. The days keep flying by and Lori and I keep turning to each other each night and say something like...we really should post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here, dear readers (and future Ben) is the week in review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeide, (aka the big-chest-where-you-nap-throughout-the-day-so-that-you're-awake-all-night) came back from the Boston this week and was reunited with Baubie on Sunday the 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made your first trip to Grandma and Grandpa's for your first cookout on Friday, July 17. Your dad showed off that he can balance you on his knee while eating one handed - a new thing for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, July 21 you met your Aunt Sheri and Uncle Seth for the first time. On Sunday, July 22 your Aunt Sheri lost the diaper roulette game thus had to change her first poopy diaper of yours. Hopefully we haven't scared her off and she'll agree to do it again - it was a doozy of a doodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pretty much slept on Zeide, Baubie, Grandma or Grandpa all day yesterday which made for a very active night last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self - more play time during day. We can't have another look-at-me-I'm-such-a-cute-angel-when-I'm-sleeping-all day charade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to mom - Ben sleeps in his crib...in HIS room tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New pictures posted tonight after Lori gets a Flicker.com tutorial!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-8941680061464250797?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/8941680061464250797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/week-in-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/8941680061464250797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/8941680061464250797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/week-in-review.html' title='Week in Review'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-8226742346421766546</id><published>2009-07-13T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:38:08.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving... barely</title><content type='html'>(Mom's Point of View)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as we took Ben for a walk, one of our neighbors stopped to ask us how it was going.  We replied it was going good but damn if we can’t wait to get out of this up all hours of the night phase.  She told us, as has everyone else, that it goes by quickly and she almost can’t remember that phase anymore (she has a 16 month or so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently living in the phase of waking up every few hours right now, I can’t imagine forgetting what the reality of this first month is like.  So for my own sake, and the sake of my future self who will read this when we start thinking about baby number 2, I want to just capture a few of phrases and moments that seem to drive my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD GOD&lt;/span&gt;.  A phrase usually uttered when Ben does a fountain type spit up, a fart or burp that are heard a room over-  rivaling any frat boy in college, or after a monumental poop that covers him from front to back (usually happens when we are down to one baby wipe left in the container).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ARE KILILNG ME&lt;/span&gt;.  A phrase held mostly for the 2am or 4am wake ups.  Ben does a half hour long preamble to waking up that is punctuated with cries and whimpers that repeatedly get us out of bed to check on him but when we do he is laying serenely with his eyes closed… until we get back into bed and he starts up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His soft fussing then becomes a wail that shoots one parent out of bed in a frantic dash to make formula which is spilled Jackson Pollock like all over the table each night and magically cleaned up by Baubie the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hoist the kid over our shoulder and shuttle him into the other room for a feeding without waking the other parent and Baubie.   As his head bobs wildly we try to get the bottle into his mouth without taking out one of his eyes.  He frantically sucks on it and then within seconds falls asleep.  It is now that the first YOU ARE KILLING ME is uttered. Lovingly but it’s said all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to tickle him, undress him, bounce him around, anything in an attempt to fill his belly so that the next feeding will be prolonged for a few hours so we can sleep.  It’s a long process, filled with much parental cajoling and much resisting from the milk drunk baby but we persevere until we have him as filled as we can (as proven by a well directed spit up in our direction).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then re-swaddle and put him in what we deem to be the most comfortable position and then start rocking. Or butt taping.  Or back rubbing.  Or jiggling up and down.  And yes I have even put on the womb sounds CD.   But this child who, moments before was sound asleep during feeding, is now wide awake, squirmy and not wanting to cooperate.  Sure he’ll fool us by closing his eyes for a bit, or doing his trademarked one eye open one eye closed routine.  But then right after you hit the three or four minute mark of when you think you might be in the clear, he cries out, eyes fly open and you utter your second YOU ARE KILLING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ten minute feeding can stretch to an hour long dance of trying to get Ben back to bed.  Once he’s finally in deep breathing mode, you hoist yourself out of the chair, walk a few steps and wait.  Sometimes he’ll wake right back up but on a good night you creep back into the other room, slowly lower him to the crib, pray, pull the blanket quietly over you (I never thought this process could be loud but when you are desperately trying not to wake your kid, you even think cotton is loud) and then put your head down, still praying for him to stay asleep.  If he wakes, it’s back to YOU ARE KILLING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Right Spot.&lt;/span&gt;   To get Ben comfortably settled on your chest for a little snooze is a like a full blown Olympic event for him.  He is like an angry inchworm, crawling across your body, throwing his head against your chest, collarbone (an unfortunate target for him that usually results in an outraged cry), head, etc.  He’ll hurl himself from side to side just looking for his ‘spot’.  It’s a wonder that the grandmas, Matt and I are not bruised from his excursions across our body.  But once he finds that spot, he settles in and puts on his most adorable “I am an angel sleeping face” and then does not want to be moved.  Ever.  God forbid you change positions to get a bit more comfortable.  The beast gets awoken and you quickly shift back to anything he wants just to keep him in slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;           Baby Elbow&lt;/span&gt;.  At 2am I thought there is such thing as tennis elbow but could I be getting baby elbow from the constant swaying, rocking and vibrating of young Ben?  I know I am old but my limbs feel like they are falling apart, and yeesh he’s only 10lbs 7oz!  I am in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who will break first?&lt;/span&gt;  It’s not been said but I know there is a silent game of who will break first when hearing Ben cry and will get up to comfort him.  I usually lose this game of wills.  You know it’s true Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.            Driven to drink. Coffee and Wine -- So glad my boy is a formula boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.            Whoever smelt it dealt it.  We now have someone else to blame instead of the dog.  Sorry Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster is calling… must go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-8226742346421766546?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/8226742346421766546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/surviving-barely.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/8226742346421766546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/8226742346421766546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/surviving-barely.html' title='Surviving... barely'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-4370100794605121312</id><published>2009-07-11T17:56:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:14:48.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating One Month - Already!</title><content type='html'>When I first started the blog I thought I would be posting every night.  My goal was to have, at the end of the year, a unique chronicle of our first year together.  I mean how hard could it be?  All I had to do was post a unique thought or capture the day's activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take into account the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daddy likes to sleep.  Ben does not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That thing called work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time seems to be accelerated - measured not in minutes but by three key elements - feeding, changing diapers, and holding/swaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often those three things are preceded by questions like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is that smell?  Can you change him this time?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You want me to get this one? (often said between 2-3am)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can he still be hungry?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you hold him now - I can't feel my left arm anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Refer to point number one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;When you combine all of the above we were well into the next day and then the next.  But its not for lack of desire.  I mean we did WANT  to blog.  It's just if it came down to blogging or getting in 5 minutes of zzz's - well the z's won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does that leave us today?  Well for those keeping score at home, I think it's Baby 1 - Parents 0.  But like the Carpenters "we've only just begun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're onto you Big Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can now decipher your 'I'm-just-whimpering-because-I'm-a baby-and-that's-what-I -do' from 'HOLY-COW-I'M-HUNGRY-FEED-ME-NOW' and your 'hey guys I'm a bit uncomfortable' from your 'uh guys - I've got poop in my diapers again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now know that somehow Big Ben came equipped with some kind of baby alarm/sensor.  For example, Ben can be rocked to sleep and be in baby bliss in your arms but the second you lay him down in his crib he's all up in arms - literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing - and kind of funny to watch during the wee hours of the night.   Because, on the nights when we evade the sensor, the parent putting Ben down does a slow motion creep back to bed, silently moving backwards and praying not to trip the baby alarm -picture Elmer Fudd hunting for Bugs Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also know that, when all else fails, Big Ben likes to snooze in his car seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can now change diapers and not be too grossed out by the bio hazard that sometimes fills the cracks and crevices of the places I didn't think poop could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the time of this posting, Big Ben has grown even bigger.  He now weighs over 10 lbs - up a pound since his last visit to the pediatrician - two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in the 75th percentile for height - c'mon Big Ben grow - Daddy would love to see you in a Terps' bball uniform in 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Ben has encouraged his mother to take him on car rides farther and farther away from home  - and that is huge as Mom's not a big fan of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that we're excited to have one month under our collective belts.  I am excited to see what lies ahead in month two.  At least, as my dad likes to remind me on his way out the door, "...just wait until he starts teething."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-4370100794605121312?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/4370100794605121312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrating-one-month-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4370100794605121312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4370100794605121312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrating-one-month-already.html' title='Celebrating One Month - Already!'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-6443758197220244543</id><published>2009-07-05T19:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:38:45.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My two sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3628269875_86b29b340d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3628269875_86b29b340d_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another weekend has come to a close here at the Mezoff-Monjan household. It was a family filled weekend with Baubie still here (THANK GOD), the Monjan family on the 4th and then the Lipshultz clan today.  Of course Ben was the star attaction but Maxy our first and furry son also got love from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few weeks, we've discovered a lot of simularities between our Ben and Maxy - his brother from another mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, an expression that I've been saying lately, is that babies are like puppies, they are cute so you don't kill them.  I remember Maxy's puppy days, waking up in the middle of the night to take him out to do his business, trying anything we could do to make him not whimper at night (which quickly led us to sharing our bed), learning his signals, oohing over him while he curled up and slept and of course many discussions about his peeing and pooping schedule.  Maybe its true that dogs really do prep you for babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Max and Ben have the great ability to fall asleep at the drop of a hat and also go from a dead sleep to wide awake in a heart beat.  Both display devil-eyes with their eyes rolling back in  their head and make great facial expressions and body twitches when they dream.  Both seem to enjoy having their bellies rubbed, though Maxy seems much more appreciative whereas Ben will sometimes just say thank you by issuing a stinky formula burp in your direction.  Both will practically take off your hand when it comes to getting something good to eat. Both can bring Matt and I to levels of laughter and horror as we tend to their poop disposal.  And of course both have wriggled their way into our hearts and have us bragging all the time about their exploits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two brothers get along quite well.  Maxy will check Ben out every once and a while and give him some big kisses right on the head and on the mouth - lord knows what Ben thinks is going on when this happens.  Maxy also likes to come in Ben's bedroom on the 2am feeding and sack out behind the rocking chair or in his new dog bed by the foot of the rocker.  He usually stays there for hours -- I think he's figured out he'll get more sleep there than in our room with Ben.  I see a great future between these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Maxy is hopeful that with the new addition, he will not have to be the star of our holiday cards and yet again have to don antlers or pose for Cheerios in front of a menorah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while the two brothers, one furry one squirly, may look different when posed for the family holiday card, they I'm sure they will be similar in their love for Cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-6443758197220244543?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/6443758197220244543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-two-sons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/6443758197220244543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/6443758197220244543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-two-sons.html' title='My two sons'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3628269875_86b29b340d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-2273527379164573473</id><published>2009-07-04T21:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:09:54.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Place Where Sleep and Awake Intersect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3586/3688124849_f592b02881_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3586/3688124849_f592b02881_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've noticed an interesting phenomenon play out.  Since Big Ben loves to wake up and be fed during the wee hours of the night and early hours of the morning,  sleep has taken a back seat to wake.  But sleep deprivation really can play some funny tricks on you.   One such trick is the merging of my sleep and wake worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it plays out in conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori:  What was in his diaper and how much did he eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt:  Well he had a full diaper and strawberry ice cream - two scoops please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori:  Matt your dreaming about ice cream again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt:  mmmmm strawberrries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did I just dream that conversation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not just in strange conversations with my wife - it happens in email too!  I re-read everything before I send it out.  Since Ben and I hang out for an hour before I put him back in his crib I sometimes try to knock out a few emails while I'm up.  I haven't sent out any messages about strawberry ice cream but let's just say the subject lines have been interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are those five second dreams.  You know the ones where you're just going to rest your eyes for a few seconds because you're so comfortable and then jerk awake - but it takes you a second to figure out if you're awake or not? Yeah I get those alot.  Kind of like my own personal movie trailers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say, as I sit here and post tonight that this weekend has been awesome.  Ben met his Aunt Vanessa (that's Ness up in the top + we've posted new picks &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25233179@N04/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) on Friday and my parents, Lori's mom and my sister had a 3rd of July bbq - keeping Big Ben up for most of it.  Big Ben only woke up twice last night and I got to sleep until 11am!!!  It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to try the same thing tonight.   Wish us luck...and strawberry ice cream - two scoops please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-2273527379164573473?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/2273527379164573473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/place-where-sleep-and-awake-intersect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/2273527379164573473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/2273527379164573473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/place-where-sleep-and-awake-intersect.html' title='The Place Where Sleep and Awake Intersect'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3586/3688124849_f592b02881_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-5188584554298248339</id><published>2009-07-02T07:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:28:20.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"It Gets Better..."</title><content type='html'>Said my mom to me the other day.  "All babies cry and wake up at the wee hours of the night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It gets better" my friends assured me after hearing my response to their question "so did you sleep any last night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was presenting in our booth at a national education technology conference (NECC) and people who have read this blog from around the country came up to me, tapped me on my shoulder, and said, "It gets better...next month...you'll see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That actually was really pretty cool but NEXT MONTH?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen behind in the daily blog posting this past week because I have been consumed with work and Ben.  For some reason Ben (as my Lori noted below) has taken to waking every hour with a cry/wail that is a cross between a hurricane/tornado warning siren and 100 female cats calling out to perspective suitors - all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max, the only smart one in the family, has decided that when the lights go off it's time to leave the room and go seek a quieter corner of the house to curl up and sleep - that dog is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also noticed that Ben's terms of endearment have taken a slight change in direction over the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when he first came home he was Benjamin, then Ben the burrito then a few other affectionate names.   Sometime last week he became "your child."  And, most recently, at 3:20 am, he was just "it" as in - "Babe it is your turn to change/feed/console it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe things are getting better.  We've just passed the three week mark and last night Ben (not the Ben the beast, your child, or it) slept in two shifts 4 hours at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're also coming up on a holiday weekend with lots of parents and stimuli that should make for a happy and, fingers crossed, sleepy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done, he is a great kid.  His expressions, snuggle time, coos and good sounds (including snorts and farts) make me smile every time - plus he is a pretty damn cute child (said with paternal pride).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again thank you for all of the love, kind words, thoughts and support.  I think things are already getting better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-5188584554298248339?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/5188584554298248339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-gets-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5188584554298248339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5188584554298248339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-gets-better.html' title='&quot;It Gets Better...&quot;'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-2113125568992764623</id><published>2009-06-30T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:51:45.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We’ve been slacking on the blog but Ben’s sleeping schedule or lack thereof has made for some unmotivated parents.   So unmotivated that Matt didn’t even go to soccer on Sunday which is SHOCKING (when we dated Matt would leave Hoboken NJ at 4am to drive home to Maryland in time to make his morning soccer games).  Ben must be going thru some kind of growth spurt because he is fussy as all heck and wants to eat all the time (he is truly our kid) which means every hour or two hours throughout the night.  Matt and I have been trading shifts during the night but we are both pretty exhausted.  Thank god for Baubie who watched him for a few hours on Sunday so both of us could nap.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got so bad last night that at 4:44am Matt turned to me and said, I’m fine with one, lets not have any more kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny, a few weeks ago my friend Tom called and left me a voicemail saying he was home with the Beast and to call him back. I couldn’t believe he would refer to his son Ben (or Original Ben as Tom calls him since he beat our Ben out of the gate by a few weeks – our Ben is referred to as Subsequent Ben or Ben version 2) as a beast.  Now beast is one of the tamer things I call our Ben.   Beast, Demon child, and Satan are just a few of the endearments I utter as I am rocking him for 30 minutes trying to cajole him to sleep.  Don’t get me wrong, I love Ben, its just that at 2:30 sometimes I don’t like him very much.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben has found his hands, in a big way.  He is constantly trying to gauge out his eyes or grab at the bottle.  He’s even found his thumb to suck for a brief moment, though he much prefers his pacifier.   Once his pacifier is in his mouth, good luck getting it out.  The kid has Superglue like strength where you feel as if you might just lift his whole body up via his pacifier because it’s suctioned in there so good.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During out blogging lapse, Ben went to the pediatrician for his two week check up.  Everything is looking good.  He has regained his weight to his birth weight and now weighs around 9lbs 4oz.  They took some blood from his heel which he did NOT like one bit.   Did one of his mouth open, silent cries where his body is crying but no sound comes out.  So very sad.  In other big news, his umbilical cord finally fell out this week after having it cauterized by the pediatrician.  It was pretty gross.  I just can’t fathom how people save it or do things with it.   Sentimental, I am not, it went right into the Diaper Genie along with a poopy diaper.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the umbilical cord is gone we can give Ben more baths.  I am starting to get the hang of giving Ben baths but haven’t quite mastered holding a wet baby in order to wash his backside.  He’s a very slippery worm.  He’s surprisingly calm during the bath process, I expected meltdowns but he’s pretty mellow.  However he did get me back by peeing in his drying blanket after the bath.  That’ll show mommy.  I hope Maxy doesn’t learn that trick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-2113125568992764623?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/2113125568992764623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/weve-been-slacking-on-blog-but-bens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/2113125568992764623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/2113125568992764623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/weve-been-slacking-on-blog-but-bens.html' title=''/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-3529358376482641207</id><published>2009-06-24T23:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:00:07.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What they say and What they really mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SkG9tX_EsNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-9Xgyopal0c/s1600-h/Father%27s+day+present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SkG9tX_EsNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-9Xgyopal0c/s200/Father%27s+day+present.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350766419523186898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the past two weeks, I've gotten pretty good at figuring out what Big Ben needs and wants when he his crying.  But I've also recently discovered that there is a whole other non-spoken language uttered by friends and family when it comes to their needs and wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is 2am, Big Ben is crying, and my wife nudges me and tiredly says, "You want me to take this one?" she really means, "Hey get up slacker and go feed and/or change our kid.  I had him all day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any sentence that starts with the words "Your son" means that the rest of the sentence will be bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrarily, any sentence that starts with words "Our son" as in "You'll never guess what our son did today" is pretty much going to be good news - usually to my wife's credit somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud crying followed by snorting, followed by head thrashing against chest means "feed me now dad or mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'm dying to take credit for it, I know that any smiles that Ben offers at this point is due to gas - specifically the release of gas. On the other hand, I have to admit that also makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime a friend or family member asks "are you getting any sleep" they really are thinking "I know they aren't getting any sleep because I wasn't at this stage - I just want to hear another person say it out loud so I can laugh inside - sucker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When grandma calls and asks how we're doing it really is just filler until she feels enough words have been spoken and she can safely ask to come over and play/hold Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are just a few that I've learned so far.  I welcome all of your thoughts and suggestions to help me build out my "what is not being said" vocabulary.  Please provide them in the comment section below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait - I have one more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife says "For the love of God put down that f@&amp;amp;%n computer and stop blogging" well,  she really means that...good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-3529358376482641207?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/3529358376482641207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-they-say-and-what-they-really-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/3529358376482641207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/3529358376482641207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-they-say-and-what-they-really-mean.html' title='What they say and What they really mean'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SkG9tX_EsNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-9Xgyopal0c/s72-c/Father%27s+day+present.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-9099738407155837384</id><published>2009-06-23T22:26:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:01:50.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My DEN Family</title><content type='html'>Written by Big Ben&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SkGRL4wHBvI/AAAAAAAAADs/yW3qvh5WY1U/s1600-h/Uncle+Brad+and+Ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SkGRL4wHBvI/AAAAAAAAADs/yW3qvh5WY1U/s200/Uncle+Brad+and+Ben.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350717465691621106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got to meet my DEN Family and boy did they spoil me!   First of all Uncle Brad walks in the room and I went from crying to ahhhh 'that's the spot' immediately - it's like I was always an angel and never ever anything else... ever.  Uncle Justin said so.  I totally had these guys snowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew also brought dinner for my mom and dad which they munched on while I was gulping down my own formula.  Of course I was the only one to poop and burp after my dinner - I have no shame - hey I'm only two weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't enough my DEN family brought my parents and me the best gifts!  They were so creative and appropriate.  Dad's still laughing at the Buttpaste - yeah that's right I said buttpaste - made you laugh too right?  I was told I'm not allowed to eat it like the paste my dad ate in school.  But that, my friends,  is for a different posting.  I also scored the coolest socks, gift cards, clothes, binkies, burp cloths, tylenol and rattle.  And my mom and dad also got tylenol, dinner from Austin Grill, and earplugs - dad has those in right now because mom's snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah you should know that when the ladies came in and it was time to make poppa proud. Ahhh yeah (bow now chicka dow now). I got primo snuggle time with Aunties Jen,Shannon and Jannita and, let me tell you, I was the MAN. I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SkGQqsY3PLI/AAAAAAAAADk/f4taRKoLxsI/s1600-h/Ben+cops+a+feel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SkGQqsY3PLI/AAAAAAAAADk/f4taRKoLxsI/s320/Ben+cops+a+feel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350716895437208754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; even copped my first feel.   I was smooth too.  I pretended to yawn and went for the boob - you know the move.  Dad told me that's how I came to be but I'm not sure what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my cool stuff plus more cool pix are in the cooliris collage to the right and below -  just scroll to the right.  You can also click on the picture link under the recommended link section on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again DEN Family you guys are the bestest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad told me that you can come back for a sleep over too - I'll even share my dad's earplugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-9099738407155837384?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/9099738407155837384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-and-my-den-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/9099738407155837384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/9099738407155837384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-and-my-den-family.html' title='Me and My DEN Family'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SkGRL4wHBvI/AAAAAAAAADs/yW3qvh5WY1U/s72-c/Uncle+Brad+and+Ben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-1701821794459584874</id><published>2009-06-21T21:10:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:04:47.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/Sj7airNXibI/AAAAAAAAADM/CkOTKO7h7V8/s1600-h/The+Dads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/Sj7airNXibI/AAAAAAAAADM/CkOTKO7h7V8/s320/The+Dads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349953696611928498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow kind of weird to say, but kind of cool too!  Even though I didn't get to sleep in (Big Ben was up at 3, 4 and 5 am), I did get to play a full 90 minutes of soccer, get great gifts and cards from my wife and family, eat a burger and dog for dinner and celebrate with my parents and in-laws over ice cream cake.  Really...does it get any better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was also great because Big Ben got to meet his Uncles Dave and Rusty as well as his Aunt Debbie.   And he hung with his Uncle Andy and Aunt Wendy in the hospital so he's already making the rounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have requested more pix - you got 'em!  We added more to the ever expanding Flickr file - see CoolIris app to the lower right-hand.  We've also added a direct link to the Flickr page over on the right-hand side under the recommended links.  This link will always default to the newest pictures first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To download any of the images simply follow these steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Click on any image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the upper right-hand corner of the image you will see a tiny box, click on this box&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This will take you to the Flickr page and image&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Right-click on the image and choose Save Image As&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rename the file (it will originally be a bunch of letters and numbers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save it on your computer (desktop, my docs, etc)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once it is on your computer you can print the picture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There you go Zeidie - instructions as promised :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other lessons learned this week.  One - Never, ever, and I mean ever, change formulas mid-stream.  Boy was that a mistake.  Two - tell your wife you love her often - I still need to be better with this one - baby (not the two week one...the 30 something one) if you're reading this - I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is a big week for Big Ben because he gets to meet his DEN family.  We are looking forward to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok one more thing - I think this may be my favorite image of the weekend:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/Sj7hc0USLoI/AAAAAAAAADU/aF_vUmus0LM/s1600-h/Two+cheers+for+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/Sj7hc0USLoI/AAAAAAAAADU/aF_vUmus0LM/s320/Two+cheers+for+Daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349961292559036034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep coming back to share in this crazy adventure we call family.  As always your comments, thoughts and love are most appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-1701821794459584874?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/1701821794459584874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/1701821794459584874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/1701821794459584874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-fathers-day.html' title='My First Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/Sj7airNXibI/AAAAAAAAADM/CkOTKO7h7V8/s72-c/The+Dads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-186120782184574094</id><published>2009-06-20T12:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:10:04.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for Baubie, Zeidie, and the Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/Sj7Z3zo748I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Pvu2JxqNFq8/s1600-h/Zedie%27s+Favorite+Player.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/Sj7Z3zo748I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Pvu2JxqNFq8/s320/Zedie%27s+Favorite+Player.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349952960140665794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Saturday morning at 6:50 and we haven’t posted in days. I feel like I went to school without doing my homework or something. As I type, Ben is in his port-a-crib deciding whether he wants to fuss or not and the dog is outside sleeping (probably thinking “man this is the only place I don’t get woken by that loud new toy my parents brought home about a week ago”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a half an hour ago I really impressed the heck out of myself by managing to simultaneously burp Ben and give Maxy a belly rub at the same time. It’s not so easy, believe me. But I am getting used to this one arm world where I have to complete normal everyday activities with Ben in arm. I am sure things will get easier once the upgrade parts for Ben (the non wobbly neck feature) come about. Kid is like a damn bobblehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned a very important baby lesson this week. Under no circumstances should one ever change a baby’s formula. We had gotten free samples of Similac, Enfamil, etc in the mail and had finished up the Similiac so we started using the Enfamil. That’s when demon child reared his ugly head for about 24 hours. Apparently it doesn’t agree with him and he made that KNOWN. Thank god Baubie (my mom) pointed out that his crankiness started along with the new formula. Needless to say we booked it to Babies R Us and bought the Similac immediately so demon is now angel again. Or as much of an angel as an almost two week old baby can be. Last night he slept in three hour sets which was great. I think it was because of my pleas to him yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt was taking me out for a Birthday Mulligan (a golf term meaning do over I believe because my birthday was hijacked by cranky kid the day before – see Enfamil issue) for Sushi and cocktails ( WHOO HOOO AFTER NINE MONTHS OF ABSTAINING).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Ben got to meet his Baubie (Yiddish for Grandmother) and Zeide (Yiddish for Grandfather) since my parents drove down from Boston. He won them over immediately just like he did his Grandma and Grandpa who are here in Columbia MD. Our little hot water bottle man has spent significant time in the crook or on the chest of all his grandparents. And the grandfathers pay special attention to Maxy to make sure he’s getting his quota of love and belly rubs. Both our furry and non furry kid are very lucky to have such great grandparents and I am sure that Matt and I will be taking full advantage of their willingness to watch over our little monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ben found his hands over the last few days and its like wrestling an octopus to try and give him his bottle without him either getting his hand in the way, or using his hands to claw out his own eyes. Plus he’s like The Incredible Hulk bursting his way out of his swaddles. As much as I think I’ve got him wrapped up, a few hours later there is a hand poking out. Future magician/escape artist in the making… maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-186120782184574094?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/186120782184574094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-god-for-baubie-zeidie-and.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/186120782184574094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/186120782184574094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-god-for-baubie-zeidie-and.html' title='Thank God for Baubie, Zeidie, and the Grandparents'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/Sj7Z3zo748I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Pvu2JxqNFq8/s72-c/Zedie%27s+Favorite+Player.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-3488818638753739248</id><published>2009-06-16T10:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:11:16.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week In....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Mom's Point of View)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben has obviously heard me talking smack about him over the last few days where he provided us with a few nights of all night entertainment in the form of his refusal to go to sleep unless it was on our chests.  Matt and I took turns at the fun game of ‘calm the demon’ and ‘be the mattress for Ben’, with one parent in our room and the other one passed out gratefully in the guest bed room.   Well Ben heard our pleas and for the last two nights has been the true example of ‘fat babies sleep better.’   Last night he begrudgingly went down at 10:40 in his Ben Burrito outfit (see Flickr for a really cute Burrito Pix that Matt uploaded this morn), and then didn’t wake up until 3 for his feeding.   In an effort to feed the beast we started increasing how much formula we’ve been giving him and this milk coma thing seems to be working in our favor.  The night before he only woke us up twice.  GO BEN GO.  Though I am sure he’s just messing with us, trying to throw us off our game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it’s been a week since Ben was born.  In one way it seems like it’s been a long time but on the other hand I can’t believe it’s been only a week since we’ve had him, given how he’s taken over our lives (I mean that in a good way, mostly, okay at 3am not so good but when he’s passed out on you and you are at peace good way.).    It’s been fun to observe all his little baby quirks.   Like his piglet snorts and his head bounces on your chest when he wants food NOW.   Or his little “Boston Pop’s’ move where all of a sudden his little hands throw themselves up in the air on their own, like he’s conducting the 1812 Overture with gusto.    Or just those bizarre faces that he makes at you when you talk to him or start making up songs to sing to him (he especially liked the Burps and Farts song I serenaded him with the other day).    He also seems to be fond of my ‘put a plug or a cork in it little man’ song that I sing to him as he starts fussing when I change his diaper as I plop the pacifier in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one constant over the last week has been Matt and my constant gratitude for our friends and family.  We could not ask for a better network for us or for Ben.  Our friends have been far better friends than we ever were when they became parents.  I apologize for that.  I SO DIDN’T UNDERSTAND UNTIL NOW.   Thank god we have had everyone to turn to with our questions, with our concerns (can you vibrate your kid in the bouncy seat too much), and for just letting us babble on about how cute our kid is.  Everyone’s generosity is just too much.  We really appreciate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-3488818638753739248?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/3488818638753739248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-week-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/3488818638753739248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/3488818638753739248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-week-in.html' title='One Week In....'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-4512521865487861156</id><published>2009-06-16T07:53:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:09:01.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Imitating Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b9/Manneken_Pis_2009.JPG/200px-Manneken_Pis_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 301px;" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b9/Manneken_Pis_2009.JPG/200px-Manneken_Pis_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Dad's Point of View)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a famous landmark in Brussels. It is a small bronze fountain sculpture depicting a naked little boy urinating into the fountain's basin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this apply to our storyline thus far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday dad learned a valuable lesson - don"t forget to put on the pee pee tee pee while changing Big Ben"s diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my head for one second to get a wipe and all of a sudden I had my own little peeing fountain going off in the house. And I couldn't do anything but sit back in amazement and marvel at the height and volume produced by my little guy - I'm talking ceiling height!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjecVw9vX_I/AAAAAAAAACE/ifhu6uZ9cQM/s1600-h/the+pee-er.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347914980260798450" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 214px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjecVw9vX_I/AAAAAAAAACE/ifhu6uZ9cQM/s320/the+pee-er.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, and forever more, that thing is getting covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pix, as always, are posted in the slide show to the right (just not of Big Ben performing his work of art)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I'm playing with a new image browser called CoolIris. To scroll through the images please hold your left mouse button down (you'll see the white hand close) and then move your mouse left and right.  Click once on an image to expand the picture.  Click on the little square in the upper right-hand part of image to go to Flickr page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-4512521865487861156?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/4512521865487861156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-imitating-art.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4512521865487861156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/4512521865487861156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-imitating-art.html' title='Life Imitating Art'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjecVw9vX_I/AAAAAAAAACE/ifhu6uZ9cQM/s72-c/the+pee-er.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-1028930906877641718</id><published>2009-06-15T07:01:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:09:29.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back on Track.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjZNX3ZbCrI/AAAAAAAAABc/1vd5A4P-4E4/s1600-h/The+magic+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjZNX3ZbCrI/AAAAAAAAABc/1vd5A4P-4E4/s320/The+magic+chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347546679951952562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know we missed a post yesterday.  I actually didn't open up my computer yesterday but I can tell you that it was pretty much the same routine:  Cry (during night), sleep (during day), poop, eat, repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I can tell you that we are loving the bouncy chair.  Thank you so much Auntie-Aimee!  This is the miracle chair.  It puts Big Ben to sleep.  An hour in the chair yesterday seemed to help him sleep through the night last night!  Or maybe we just got lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way - we had a much less frazzled night last night.  One of the things we did do, with trepidation, was wake Big Ben for an evening eating session.  And even though we love when he's sleeping, I can honestly say, we love watching him wake up better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch to the end to see why he's his father's child.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRIPxZi9Kh4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRIPxZi9Kh4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to fill out the Big Ben's Playlist Survey.  Four questions to help me build out Big Ben's audio and literary library.  You can find a link to the survey in the previous post below or on the right-hand side of your screen under Help us Create Big Ben's Playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-1028930906877641718?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/1028930906877641718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-back-on-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/1028930906877641718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/1028930906877641718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-back-on-track.html' title='Getting Back on Track.'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjZNX3ZbCrI/AAAAAAAAABc/1vd5A4P-4E4/s72-c/The+magic+chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-76165408456456083</id><published>2009-06-13T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:11:26.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjQiHzEOroI/AAAAAAAAABE/jPri92ISdcA/s1600-h/Raise+the+roof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjQiHzEOroI/AAAAAAAAABE/jPri92ISdcA/s320/Raise+the+roof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346936174957997698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got home around 2pm yesterday afternoon and, all of a sudden, it was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came over with dinner, pizza, and Max.  If Max was interested in his new brother you could have fooled me.  But that's ok he hung with Daddy, at least when he wasn't trying to grab a piece of pizza from Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben woke up this morning in a brand new environment and started his first day at home.   I learned that Ben is a big fan of sleeping on mom or dad's chest and not such a big fan of sleeping in his Pack-N-Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special shout out to Debbie Blackburn for her advice to stick a pinky finger in Ben's mouth when he starts fussing.  This has saved our sanity as well as well as our marriage ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lori and I tag-teamed Ben duty last night and in between late night feedings, changings, and pleadings to sleep, Ben and I watched a lot of YouTube videos on my iTouch - he's a big fan of D*in a Box (Does that make me a bad dad?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came time to switch off sleeping shifts Lori and I would hand baby over and head to another room for a quick cat nap.  Now I could be delirious, but I think there was one moment where I think we actually slapped each other five to tag out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what tonight will bring - but at least we have four nights under our belt and I'm told that there is light at the end of the tunnel - or 10 days (24o hours) from now (which will be 2 weeks since Ben came into our lives).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the Parent 2.0 piece.  I've been putting together Big Ben's play and book lists.  I have already created one list but would love to tap into your thoughts to help me make it even bigger and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've created a &lt;a href="javascript:PDF_launch('12AAAEE8F74A056E');"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SURVEY (click here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; using &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.polldaddy.com"&gt;PollDaddy.com&lt;/a&gt; (a free website that let's you embedd surveys, polls, and ratings into your blogs, wikis, and websites).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note you can also access this link on the left-hand side of the screen under Big Ben's Playlist (go ahead move your mouse over there and take a gander)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to see your responses - there is no wrong answer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-76165408456456083?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/76165408456456083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/76165408456456083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/76165408456456083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-home.html' title='We&apos;re Home!'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjQiHzEOroI/AAAAAAAAABE/jPri92ISdcA/s72-c/Raise+the+roof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-7565702299697944938</id><published>2009-06-12T05:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:26:39.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjJZpLmtQHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/U1Vmit7oStI/s1600-h/Number+1+Dad+cookie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjJZpLmtQHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/U1Vmit7oStI/s320/Number+1+Dad+cookie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346434271666847858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a whirlwind of firsts (going to rent a breast pump so powerful it can "Tune in Tokyo"- thank you for that term Jannita) and a tidal-wave of emotions (changing Ben after his circumcision yesterday - I literally felt my heart break).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, (insert weather cliche here) today we finally get to go home!   The hospital and its staff have been super - we really couldn't have asked for a better experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think, we're both ready to have the bedroom door stay closed for longer than 10 minutes.  Plus we both really miss Max! Too bad this hospital isn't dog-friendly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all of that, and I don't want to brag here, but I think we're ready.  You see yesterday I received the #1 Dad cookie from my parents during their visit and you know they don't just hand those things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Now notes from Mamma Bear (aka Lori): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to steal a little space on the blog that has overtaken my husband's waking moments when he's not taking care of Ben and me.  This has been a week like no other.  I have to say the c-section experience was not as bad as I thought.  It was very surreal to go through it but I have to say the scardy cat part of me was quite happy to be fileted rather than go through undetermined hours of labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt has been awesome with Ben.  Believe it or not I have yet to change a diaper while i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjGcbYjryAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QUWflV8uTjs/s1600-h/CIMG0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjGcbYjryAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QUWflV8uTjs/s320/CIMG0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346226226928011266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n the hospital as he and the nurses have changed every one.  I am not so silly as to think I can get away with this forever but I sure as hell am going to play the 'c-section card' as long as I can to continue this full service.   And these diapers have been gross.  I have never seen Matt so horrified yet willing to do it.  This from the man I need to beg to do carry the laundry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been pleasantly surprised at how un-type A I have been. I actually feel relaxed with this whole new mom thing.  And thats while off the Percoset!   I even had one nurse fooled that I wasn't a first time mom.   Me... relaxed about something??  I am sure this will change once I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A few more thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never thought I could care less about how many people I flash in a day.  If this hospital were New Orleans I'd have bags of beads by now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And on the same note. I never thought I'd have to try to hard to get a man (young as he is) interested in my breasts.  Come on little man!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mesh underwear.  Moms you know what I mean.  Enough said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find many of my nicknames for Maxy (Boo, Boo Bear, Poopy Head) all work for Ben as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes I have checked my blackberry while Ben slept on me.  And no I don't feel guilty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never thought I would place so much importance on passing gas.    Matt and Ben had no problems showing off this ability while I struggled to do so in order to eat solid foods.  Finally victory.  Fun for me, not so much for others in the room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know all moms say this but seriously isn't Ben one of the cutest kids you've ever seen?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;My little Ben Burrito (he is swaddled so well) is starting to squirm so I'll sign off for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ends the note from Lori it also reminds me to lock my computer next time I leave the room (just kidding my love!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have really enjoyed everyone's support, visits, comments, phone calls and letters. So much so I've incorporated your comments into a word cloud and posted it below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used TagCrowd.com to create the word cloud because Wordle.net seemed to be giving me some issues.  But both sites are free and Wordle has a more options for background and color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are curious, a Word Cloud is a graphic representation of the words you enter into the program.  Therefore, the more often a word is used, the bigger it appears on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both programs are super easy to use.  In fact, all you have to do is drag, drop and submit. I plan to print the graphic below, frame it and place it in Ben's room.   Now your words will continue to spread cheer for a very long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll continue to add pix of Ben, family and friends.  They'll populate to the left as well as live in that URL I posted a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we'll continue to continue this blog - only this time from the comfort of home as a complete family, Mom, Dad, Ben and Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; &lt;!-- #htmltagcloud{ font-family:'lucida grande',trebuchet,'trebuchet ms',verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; line-height:2.4em; word-spacing:normal; letter-spacing:normal; text-decoration:none; text-transform:none; text-align:justify; text-indent:0ex; background-color:#fff; margin:1em 1em 0em 1em; border:2px dotted #ddd; padding:2em}#htmltagcloud a:link{text-decoration:none}#htmltagcloud a:visited{text-decoration:none}#htmltagcloud a:hover{text-decoration:none;color:white;background-color:#05f}#htmltagcloud a:active{text-decoration:none;color:white;background-color:#03d}span.tagcloud0{font-size:1.0em;padding:0em;color:#ACC1F3;z-index:10;position:relative}span.tagcloud0 a{text-decoration:none; color:#ACC1F3}span.tagcloud1{font-size:1.4em;padding:0em;color:#ACC1F3;z-index:9;position:relative}span.tagcloud1 a{text-decoration:none;color:#ACC1F3}span.tagcloud2{font-size:1.8em;padding:0em;color:#86A0DC;z-index:8;position:relative}span.tagcloud2 a{text-decoration:none;color:#86A0DC}span.tagcloud3{font-size:2.2em;padding:0em;color:#86A0DC;z-index:7;position:relative}span.tagcloud3 a{text-decoration:none;color:#86A0DC}span.tagcloud4{font-size:2.6em;padding:0em;color:#607EC5;z-index:6;position:relative}span.tagcloud4 a{text-decoration:none;color:#607EC5}span.tagcloud5{font-size:3.0em;padding:0em;color:#607EC5;z-index:5;position:relative}span.tagcloud5 a{text-decoration:none;color:#607EC5}span.tagcloud6{font-size:3.3em;padding:0em;color:#4C6DB9;z-index:4;position:relative}span.tagcloud6 a{text-decoration:none;color:#4C6DB9}span.tagcloud7{font-size:3.6em;padding:0em;color:#395CAE;z-index:3;position:relative}span.tagcloud7 a{text-decoration:none;color:#395CAE}span.tagcloud8{font-size:3.9em;padding:0em;color:#264CA2;z-index:2;position:relative}span.tagcloud8 a{text-decoration:none;color:#264CA2}span.tagcloud9{font-size:4.2em;padding:0em;color:#133B97;z-index:1;position:relative}span.tagcloud9 a{text-decoration:none;color:#133B97}span.tagcloud10{font-size:4.5em;padding:0em;color:#002A8B;z-index:0;position:relative}span.tagcloud10 a{text-decoration:none;color:#002A8B}span.freq{font-size:10pt !important;color:#bbb}#credit{text-align:center; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjAemo2OZTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vb3tDni7XNU/s320/Smilin%27+Ben.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345806406837495090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The cry that sounds like a cat in heat is a warm up for something much louder and sustained - get thee to Dad's lap ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  The night time is the right time...for no one to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  You have 10 seconds to wipe his butt or well,  remember that cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  We like Ben Folds and Cold Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  The little man is as stubborn as his father (but, surprisingly, doesn't like boobs as much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Ben likes the bounce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  There is nothing better than a full belly of warm milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We both now know how to change a diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  His cries make my heart ache - I'll do anything to make them stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Do not, under any circumstances, interrupt nap time for a "family moment' (unless you dig the fore mentioned cat sounds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also learned that we have a huge support network and lots of loving friends.  Thank you all for your support and great comments (both on Facebook and here on this Blog).   We've been reading them to Big Ben each day!  Many have made us laugh or snort Big Ben style (Craig, Jen, Mike - to name a few).   And, in true 21st Century style, I'm coallating the comments to make a Wordle to frame for Ben when he comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for sharing this adventure with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-2891553662276219795?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/2891553662276219795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-10-things-weve-learned-from-big-ben.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/2891553662276219795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/2891553662276219795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-10-things-weve-learned-from-big-ben.html' title='Top 10 Things We&apos;ve Learned from Big Ben'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjAemo2OZTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vb3tDni7XNU/s72-c/Smilin%27+Ben.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-5127385954220839150</id><published>2009-06-10T07:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:57:21.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep is Overated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/Si-hWR7yARI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xoha5dU7vjA/s1600-h/Morning+Ben.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/Si-hWR7yARI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xoha5dU7vjA/s320/Morning+Ben.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345668686855405842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so here we are the morning of the second day of Big Ben's life.  Can anyone tell me when they added more hours to the clock because man was that one heck of a long night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think Ben's look says it all this morning :)&lt;br /&gt;And don't you think this picture is calling out for a caption?  We'd love to see your thoughts in the comments below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go with "You want to do what now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can you blame the guy?  He's been pricked, prodded, and poked so far.   He has also been up ALOT figuring things out since entering this world.  In fact last night we experienced a lot of firsts.  First sneezes, first farts (dad was kind of proud of those),  first burp, and the first of many, many snorts - so much so that there was a sleep deprived moment when we thought we were holding a swaddled piglet and not a baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it has a been a fantastic 24 hours.    Even though I think we've slept a cumulative 3 hrs since yesterday at 5am, it has been neat to figure out Ben and watch Ben figure us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori has been a trooper.  For being split like a cantelope only 12 hours ago, she is recovering awesomely.  In fact, as I write this post, she's up and walking aroung...checking her Blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, Lori calls me the baby whisperer since I seem to have figured out the quickest way, a mixture of rocking and bouncing, to soothe Big Ben.  A technique I've almost perfected, guaranteed to go from cry to snuggle in less than a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of keeping track of things,  we've been keeping track of the top quotes uttered since leaving for the hospital.  I submit them to you for your enjoyment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Ouch I have a mosquito bite on my knuckle and it itches...no wait I think its a papercut and it really stings." "Um babe...you're about to have much more than a papercut soon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conversation between Lori and Matt Monday night before leaving for the hospital Tuesday morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh my God...we're really going to be parents"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uttered in car on way to hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It still doesn't feel real yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spoken by Lori as she was wheeled into OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I think we've given birth to a half pig half boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uttered some time this morning between 2-3am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I've posted and, will continue to add pix on Flikr.  I've tagged them as "BenjaminEliMonjan" here is a &lt;ahref&gt;link &lt;/ahref&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://tinyurl.com/BenjaminEli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ahref&gt;Mom and baby have now nodded off to sleep so I think I'll shut down and enjoy the temporary quiet...oh wait someone just snorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ahref&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-5127385954220839150?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/5127385954220839150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleep-is-overated.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5127385954220839150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/5127385954220839150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleep-is-overated.html' title='Sleep is Overated.'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/Si-hWR7yARI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xoha5dU7vjA/s72-c/Morning+Ben.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868183210626114332.post-465003108533948117</id><published>2009-06-08T16:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:43:29.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mezoff-Monjans 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjZNAD06h2I/AAAAAAAAABU/z-5zt6aAUto/s1600-h/The+magic+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjZNAD06h2I/AAAAAAAAABU/z-5zt6aAUto/s320/The+magic+chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347546270971627362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are on the cusp of expanding our family once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time we expanded we brought home Max from his foster home.   But Max is different for a couple reasons.  First, he has four legs and is furry.   Second Lori didn't have to give birth to him which, I have to admit, would've been pretty strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never the less, if you know Lori and I than you know how much Max is a part of our lives.   You'll also know that we consider him our first child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.  We're moments away from being first-time parents of a two-legged being.  And when I say cusp, we're talking hours.   Yep - we are moving forward with a planned c-section tomorrow at 7:30 am.  For those keeping score at home or or laying down large amounts of money in baby pools this is great inside information for you to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Ben, aka Big Ben is on track to be 9 lbs 8 ozs and that my friends is big - scary big - big like I fully expect Ben to pop out and say - "wipe my butt b$%ch" - big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having said that both Lori and I are a mixture of excited, nervous, a little scared, and a whole lot of giddy.   It will be the first of, I'm sure, many sleepless nights to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say we haven't been prepping.  In the span of a few months we've (read: Lori) made huge changes to the house,   landscaped like no other (read:Matt), and updated the Ben binder countless times - do I even need to say who is all about the binder here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also practiced for this day.  Boy have we.  I mean we've gone to classes every Saturday and Sunday in May.  And yesterday it was all about putting Garner Montgomery (Lori's Cabbage Patch Kid) in and out of Big Ben's car seat.   Apparently this was mandatory after I accidentally popped the head off of our baby mannequin during infant CPR class.  Who knew those things could fly so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also was in charge of putting together the Pack-n-Play, which let me tell you is a misnomer.  That thing was hard as heck to put together.  Pack-n-play my you-know-what, I don't think I'm ever going to take it apart.  I've just renamed it "Play."  Forget that packing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are 12 hours before we get to meet Ben for the first time.  12 hours before sleepless nights, 12 hours before we'll be trying to decipher what this cry means or that face means, 12 hours before we start to utter phrases like "did you just get peed on," or,  "is that poop on your shirt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have our plan, we have our binder, we have our list and I'm just super excited for Ben to change all of that tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more news on Ben and the Mezoff-Monjan family as they embark on their next phase of an oh-so-interesting journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868183210626114332-465003108533948117?l=mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/feeds/465003108533948117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/mezoff-monjans-20.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/465003108533948117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868183210626114332/posts/default/465003108533948117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mezoff-monjan.blogspot.com/2009/06/mezoff-monjans-20.html' title='The Mezoff-Monjans 2.0'/><author><name>Mezoff-Monjan Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349960637081139706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p7vOCRceZoM/SjZNAD06h2I/AAAAAAAAABU/z-5zt6aAUto/s72-c/The+magic+chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
