Jared Sean Gubler

The brand new love of our lives...


Jared plopped into this world at 7:23 last night weighing in at 8 pounds and 6 ounces. I am not sure if you can tell, but his face is bruised because I pushed him out so fast. That's right...three minutes, two contractions worth of time.

We feel blessed and lucky to have him so safe and sound.

Happy President's Day!

[Wayne and Garth are lying on the hood of the mirth-mobile, staring at the starlit sky]

Garth Algar: Sometimes I wish I could boldly go where no man has gone before... but I'll probably stay in Aurora. What are you thinking about?
Wayne Campbell: Cassandra. She's a fox. In French she would be called "la renarde" and she would be hunted with only her cunning to protect her.
Garth Algar: She's a babe.
Wayne Campbell: She's a robo-babe. In Latin she would be called "babia majora".
Garth Algar: If she were a president she would be Baberaham Lincoln.


Yes...I'm still here and Jared's size is beginning to astonish passers-by. I had to post that quote from Wayne's World because I can't stop saying it.

Toot-a-loo!

Dear blog readers...here is the thing, the only thing I seem capable of doing is sitting and seeing if I can feel any contractions while watching "America's Best Dance Crew". The other day Sean left his keys stuck in the lock outside our front door. Thankfully, we didn't have any curious robbers as they would have found a welcome invitation to come in and steal our couch. I have decided that I will postpone blogging until I have a darling picture of a newborn to show you. Until then, Sean and I are going to keep an eye on each other and make sure no one accidentally starts the house on fire.

The latest a newborn picture will arrive will be on Feb. 27 as I will be induced on the 26th, but it might just be sooner seeing as things seem to be progressing. You never know.

Until then, I will happily stalk every other blog, just not mine. Wish me luck! Because boy I sure am anxious to meet the little fellow that keeps on shoving his small foot into my lungs and to move forward with my life.

Random Thoughts....Again

Gracie has finally learned to smile for pictures, as a result Sean and I can't stop taking them.

Gracie might be pampered...just a little as this is the face I get when she really wants something. She may or may not have learned it from me.

Me: I want Cafe Rio for dinner.

Sean: The wait is always so long.

Me: (pouty face)

Sean: Okay.

Poor Sean.

Also, no baby yet, which is a good thing expect for the fact that I am ready for this pregnancy to be over and to meet our new little guy. He's getting big and hard to cart around.

Another thing, whenever I watch day time talk shows everyone is always talking about how busy everyone is. I find this not to be true. I think people make the time for things they want to do. For example, I should be busy getting ready for Jared, but all I really want to do is watch TV and move as little as possible. Thus, that is what I do. Instead of telling people this, I will tell them I am too busy to get my behind to the store to buy some binkys. I will then throw my hands in the air and protest that I just have no time.

Thanks to everyone who commented on my baby woes. I needed all the support I could get!