cedar mountain lager is a "no-go"

Last night, Judd, Gracelyn and I spent the evening with Kendric, Trish, their dog Lumps, and their turtle (who goes by the clever name of "Turtle"). Their friends Mike, Lynn and Justin were also there. We all watched UFC and grubbed on Kendric's delicious spaghetti and asparagus. A good time was had by all. Judd sampled a new beer "Cedar Mountain Lager"; it was not endorsed by Kendric - he just had it in his fridge, left over from a previous gathering. According to Judd, Cedar Mountain Lager is a "no-go". On a more positive note, I was introduced to the best tasting $6 champagne ever - too bad the name escapes me now! Gracelyn amused herself by banging her hands on the coffee table, poking her finger into Lumps' little nose, and spitting up all over the carpet. Although she had a tough time napping in an unfamiliar room, the BG (short for "baby girl" or "Baby Gracelyn") was a trooper, flashing her adorable smile for everyone right up to the end of the night.

The big fight of the night was Liddel vs. Ortiz. We all agreed that the fight was called too early (a TKO in the third round) since it seemed like Ortiz was still defending himself. He had taken a pretty tough beating, though. So, Liddel is still the UFC champion.

In other news, the Pac-10 is looking rather sorry in their bowl games this year. We've only got two wins under our belts, thanks to the ass-whooping the Cal Bears (GO BEARS!!) dealt out to Texas A&M on Thursday (45-10) and the two-point conversion that won the game for Oregon State against Missouri (39-38). As much as we don't like USC, here's hoping they'll come to the game tomorrow ready to win the Rose Bowl. The Pac-10 definitely needs to salvage what's left of it's dignity and at least walk away with a 3-3 record for bowl games. Never thought I'd say this, but "Go Trojans"...

where's the poop?

The last couple of days, Gracelyn hasn't gone numero dos. Usually, she is on time everyday with a stinky little present for mom and dad, sometimes two or three. (Since being on solid foods, her butt is so stinky; her diaper smells like an outhouse.) Last nite she was very fussy. We were beginning to think that she was constipated. She struggled a bit during the nite as well. I had such a hard time sleeping since I was worried about her. I spent a bit of time looking through books and handouts trying to learn something about baby constipation. It turns out that constipation for babies is not ever an emergency situation. In fact, breastfed babies can go 6-7 days without cooking up a steamer. This new bit of information gave me peace of mind. We woke up this morning to feed her as usual. Then, immediately following breakfast, she shared with us her latest bio-creation. I guess shit's back on track, literally!

(I will spare the pictures...this time!)

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