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Having kids has made me more aware of the world around me. I fear what is happening, as I assume all fathers of all time have feared.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm watching #Occupy videos on YouTube of people getting arrested for practically nothing. I'm hearing of laws being passed, such as the NDAA Law passed on December 31st, 2011. I'm reading of bloggers being shut down by big&amp;nbsp;government&amp;nbsp;and it scares the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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What am I going to tell my children? How will I explain this world to them, when they understand? When will I begin? My oldest is almost 2 and a half ... how do I tell her to speak her mind ... but only when it's acceptable...&lt;br /&gt;
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I dunno ... maybe this half of bottle of wine isn't helping situations ... but John Stewart's Daily Show isn't funny anymore ... it's sad. I can't laugh at the mockery of government we have in America. But anywhere else isn't any better.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess I'll just bunker down in my little hole, raise my family the best I can, explain it to them as best I can, and hope for the best. I've lost hope that anything can change.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you think?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last night I got sucked into history.&lt;br /&gt;
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Regardless of your views on the whole Occupy Wall Street ordeal, technology has made our world one crazy fast paced world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night via Google+ I was directed to a &lt;a href="http://www.ustream.com/theother99"&gt;Live Stream on livestream.com&lt;/a&gt; where NYPD were evacuating OWS Protestors from Zuccotti Park in NYC. Stream after stream started to pop up as police officers arrested peaceful protestors and started trashing tents, supplies, food and cleaning the park. One stream was coming from what was called "the Kitchen" in the middle of the park and as the protestors were chanting tear gas flied in and the stream went dead. Other streams started going down and people in the chat rooms wondered if the NYPD was interfering with the channels by firebombing (sending a lot of traffic to the sites). I believe people's batteries started to die, or they got arrested and the cops turned off their phones. It was crazy to watch and participate live via social networks, it was about 2:00 am&amp;nbsp;California&amp;nbsp;time but people were still going strong in NYC. Cops everywhere, protestors getting tired, real conversations being broadcasted live for the world to see. Thousands of people were jumping from livestream to livestream as #OWS was trending on Twitter. It was fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9px; line-height: 11px;"&gt;Marcus Yam for The New York Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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When I woke up this morning, I turned on the computer (luckily in the comfort of my warm home) and the streams were back up. People have not slept. This one "Occupier" has been streaming for almost 12 hours. People have brought him batteries to keep his 4g livestream going. Strangers have found him on the street to say thank you, and that they were watching his stream from home. His is a true citizen journalist! His stream has been on national and international news shows.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/jess_schiff"&gt;One attractive female who shared her twitter handle&lt;/a&gt; received over 2000 new followers in a matter of minutes. You can actually see her in the NY Times photo above! (bottom left)&lt;br /&gt;
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One crazy side note, some people did not want to be filmed. I guess this particular guy's stream that I'm linking to has a phone with the words "LIVE STREAM" on the other side of his phone. He was verbally abused and physically abused in front of 10s of thousands of people. Just so you know, if you are in public, you can be filmed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, police are keeping Zuccotti park empty as court rulings are being decided and marches are being planned.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is America, this is the 21st century, this is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few days ago the beloved goldfish we won at the Encino Street Fair left this world. Have you ever tried to explain the floating dead fish to a 2 year old? We had a proper burial (the&amp;nbsp;toilet) and told Z that "fishy" went bye-bye and probably wouldn't be back.&lt;/div&gt;
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We even used the words "died" and dead".&lt;/div&gt;
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Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway, we picked up this female Beta today and Z seems to like her! I mean, as much as you can like a fish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;
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-marc&lt;/div&gt;
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This was taken before we went to Texas, but I'm just now getting around to posting it. And please, apologies for the crappy camera. My poor iPhone has been dropped, stuffed into pockets with keys, and sucked on by a 4 month old so the camera is not as crisp as it used to be. But you still get the picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wf-JpFnu7wM/TrIRtPcyCiI/AAAAAAAAMc4/2bVijSmL3ng/s1600/room1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wf-JpFnu7wM/TrIRtPcyCiI/AAAAAAAAMc4/2bVijSmL3ng/s320/room1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We try to pick up the house every night, so in the mornings this is what it looks like.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through out the day, Z gets her toys out ... and I move stuff around too.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even more toys!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you spot I?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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So we either try to pick up before mom gets home after 5 or we let her see how much fun we've had (and convince her to help us clean up!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Much love y'all!&lt;br /&gt;
-marc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25742529-5605673996494983220?l=marcblackwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Welcome to Movember! (Maybe a few days late...but hey, I have kids!) Before we get into the important details of Movember, let's discuss the non-important.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it NO SHAVE NOVEMBER? or Grow &amp;nbsp;Moustache November? Because ... I would rather just not shave. And I remember my brother, Blake Blackwell, not shaving last November. Y'all let me know which movement you think is more&amp;nbsp;prominent.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, the important point of the month is to raise awareness for men's health. More specifically, men's prostate cancer. CHECK YOUR BALLS GENTLEMEN! Remember the old Tom Green special where he reminded us all to check for lumps? Still sticks with me. So if something as simple as not shaving can help 1 more young man to remember to be conscience about his health, well so be it!&lt;br /&gt;
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You can check out my profile on MOVEMBER.COM here:&amp;nbsp;http://mobro.co/marcblackwell&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's to a cancer free world some day. Wouldn't that be awesome?!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only November 3rd and lookin' good! (Spot the two munchkins in this one?)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;
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Halloween was probably one of the craziest days I or my family has had in a while. Here's how it went down:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3:30am Texas Time (1:30 am Cali time) - Woke up in Azle, TX and packed rental car with suitcases, strollers, and babies.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4:45am - Dropped off Rental car, shuttled to Dallas Love Field to check in, make it through security, eat breakfast and board plane.&lt;br /&gt;
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6:30 am - Take off from DLF. Short stop in New Mexico. Crazy flying with 2 babies! (they were good though)&lt;br /&gt;
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9:40 am - Land at LAX. Get luggage, (2 suitcases, 2 carseats, 2 babies, two carry on bags) and board shuttle for our car.&lt;br /&gt;
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10:15 am - Get our car, load the luggage and babies, drive down the congested 405 towards home.&lt;br /&gt;
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10:45 am - Get In-and-Out, go home, unload car and put Z down for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
11:30 am - NAP TIME!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1:30 pm - Wake up, feed babies, start getting ready for Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;
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2:00 pm - Decide we are going to go to that Halloween party, so we find a babysitter. Start making costumes&lt;br /&gt;
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3:00 pm - Get out of the house for some last minute costume shopping.&lt;br /&gt;
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5:00 pm - Arrive at Z's little boyfriends house for some trick or treating. Still putting last minute touches on costumes for everyone. Eat pizza.&lt;br /&gt;
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6:30 pm - Trick or treat! We were all exhausted, so we didn't make it too far...but we still did it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
7:00 pm - Take girls home, bathe them, attempt to put them to bed in the middle of a 2 year old major melt down.&lt;br /&gt;
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7:20 pm - Pick up babysitters. Give them the run down.&lt;br /&gt;
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7:45 pm - Arrive at "adult" Halloween party and make a drink.&lt;br /&gt;
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8:45 pm - Finish drink. Decide we're too old for the party and head home!&lt;br /&gt;
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9:30 pm - Pass out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:)&lt;br /&gt;
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What did you do for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;
-marc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25742529-6665080066374678462?l=marcblackwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Being a stay at home dad comes with a lot of responsibility. One of the responsibilities you give up is being the main provider of income. That's hard for a lot of fathers, especially me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Granted, I've never made a lot of money and have never been the soul provider for our family due to our situation but I know how tough it is. Being a freelancer means I have the opportunity to work whenever I want, or whenever work comes. Not every SAHD is the same way. Some really do have to put in 8 hours a day, at night, after mom comes home and the kids go to bed, just to make it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes you have to stop worrying about work, and worry about dinner. Sometimes you have to embrace your role and clean the house.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes&amp;nbsp;you have to accept the fact that all those dad books you read, YOU are the mom, and your wife is the dad.. And it's tough!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25742529-4786300653478522790?l=marcblackwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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How do you do it? What is the trick? WHY are you blogging?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have to remind myself that the original goal when Stacey went back to work a second time was to blog&amp;nbsp;consistently&amp;nbsp;in order to create enough material for a book. I feel I am in a unique position to be staying at home with my babes. Not that it's uncommon for fathers to be staying at home with their kids these days, but I have enough talent to write good, (*wink*) and take photos, I might as well use this experience to help others.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But blogging&amp;nbsp;plaques&amp;nbsp;me. It always has, and it always will. It plaques me like Facebook and Google + plaque me. I love it, and I hate it. I'm totally into it, and then I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forgive me while I question my sanity for a second...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would I want to share with the world what's going on in my life? The whole world isn't watching.&lt;br /&gt;
Why do I want to be consistant and blog every day? There's no need! Blog as often or as little as you want, it's not your job.&lt;br /&gt;
Do I just blog to blog or is there real meaning behind it? This is almost a journal, one my children and I can look back on and reflect about the good times.&lt;br /&gt;
Can I be real? As real as I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;
Who's reading? Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not going to get rid of the blog. I'm still going to post on Facebook, Twitter and Google+ for now. Each avenue is a different platform to express myself. As often as I want to move to the country, sell my phone and shoot with film and develop in a darkroom, I'm still plugged in. In today's world you should be. At least a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It always comes back to what my wife preaches on a daily basis ... balance. Just like everything I can not let social media consume my life. It is a part of it. It can ENHANCE my life, but it should not be my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That's all. :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-marc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25742529-2968098906335552367?l=marcblackwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.theatlantic.com/static/infocus/occupy101711/s_o27_17010468.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://cdn.theatlantic.com/static/infocus/occupy101711/s_o27_17010468.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this picture, found it &lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/infocus/2011/10/occupy-wall-street-spreads-worldwide/100171/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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What do you think of the Occupy Wall Street movement? I've been staying semi-close to the subject but I haven't burnt my BOA Debit Card just yet. After many videos, articles, and crazy conversations this infographic sums up what I think is going on.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before I talk about it more, I'd like to hear your thoughts. Yes... You!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYkX5tHKOR0/Tpy6AUCnpdI/AAAAAAAAL4A/j4pCUc-u5fA/s1600/OWSvsTP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYkX5tHKOR0/Tpy6AUCnpdI/AAAAAAAAL4A/j4pCUc-u5fA/s400/OWSvsTP.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
The comparison of the Occupy Wall Street movement and the Tea Party is very close. I think, and this is just an internet based assumption, that both sides are correct.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
More questions; do you think OWS will solve/resolve anything? Do you think Obama has noticed/talked about/cares about OWS? When will the protests end?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;
-marc&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
p.s. I know this is a political subject, and my peeps in Missouri are going to have different thoughts than my peeps on the coasts. Let's keep it civil here people and have a healthy debate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25742529-8625511291531058981?l=marcblackwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One of the many, many, MANY things I never thought of before I was a Stay At Home Dad (or Swag At Home Dad, as some like to call it) is/are Thank You cards.&lt;br /&gt;
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Z had a big ole birthday bash, with a boat load of presents! All those peeps get ... a thank you card! Now, we're doing it special this year ... cuz that's how we roll and it's no small task. I won't reveal our secret, only those who were so so generous enough to get Z a gift will be getting this special thank you cards. I may have already said too much ... Stacey might kill me for posting the picture I did above.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I don't blog anymore, you all know why. Stacey got mad that I revealed the Thank You cards to the world before we actually sent them out! But this is secret enough ... isn't it? ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Cheers! And thank you, in advance, to everyone. Not only for your kind generous gifts, but your loving caring time giving souls.&lt;br /&gt;
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-marc&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't mind the sniffles, coughs, and horrible hair... ;) I'm getting over being sick ... remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is chicken noodle soup from my awesome wife. I had tried posting a photo and blog via my phone, but it didn't copy the text over. 2nd attempt at this failed. Bummer. So I'll "re-write" it as best as I can remember.&lt;/div&gt;
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Z caught something (at her party?) and I finally have come down with it. It's just a stupid head cold where the rest of my body feels fine but my sinuses suck! Ah. It'll pass. Hopefully by tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;
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One thing I hate about coming down with something is having to reschedule clients. We had to reschedule 3 photoshoots today because I wasn't feeling well. Bummer. I always wish I knew that the client understands, I just don't want to get them sick too! That aint cool.&lt;/div&gt;
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Alright, I hope you'll don't get this or something similar but maybe it's my 1 time to get sick this fall/winter. I'll take that.&lt;/div&gt;
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Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;
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-marc&lt;/div&gt;
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We must have a ghost in our home. We have this little potty that we got for Z that if she ever uses it, makes magical musical notes when she ... you know, does her business. Every once in a while that little potty goes off by itself. Sometimes in the middle of the night!!&lt;/div&gt;
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We thought it was some of the cockroaches we've waged war against in our home (note to self: excellent blog "Our War on the Cocks"), or some other kind of insect but nope. Upon inspection it's as empty as it's been for a while!&lt;/div&gt;
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Weird little Target potty. Why you gotta creep us out all the time? Has this happened to anyone else?&lt;/div&gt;
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Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;
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My two best friends, Michael and Lucas and I decided to go surfing. We piled into Luc's van and headed down to a public beach. When we arrived we made our way through the crowds and plopped down in the sand for a second. I transformed my old Dell laptop into a yellow surf board and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;
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The water was crowded. It almost felt like we were in some kind of wave pool. Crowded or not however, I got up on my board for the first time! I road a wave all the way back to the beach and completly understood the physics of surfing. They say getting up on the board is the hardest part, but I had that down. And "steering" (or whatever it's called) with your feet was a breeze! Excitedly, I paddled back, fought for a spot, and prepared for the next wave. On the next one, I took a U-Turn and found that I could ride the wave backwards! It was&amp;nbsp;exhilarating, but just too crowded. Too many people, it was like a line of surfers all fighting for the same waves ... which just doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;
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I ask Lucas and Michael if they wanted to go to a bigger, more private beach where the waves were bigger and better. They agreed and we popped back in the van and sped off. I pulled out Luc's 12 string acoustic and entertained our guests who somehow ended up in the van.&lt;br /&gt;
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For whatever reason we parked a far way from the surf, but ran none-the-less to ride some waves before it was too dark. As we arrived music started playing from a DJ, the sun was slowly setting and it was the perfect setting to surf. There weren't very many people, the waves were big (but not too big) and NO one was surfing! Only problem was my dang laptop wouldn't transform back into a surfboard! But I didn't bring my swim shorts anyway, who knew why I took 'em off between beaches, so I ran back to the van w/ Luc Dawg and found my shirts. Lucas was missing something that was required to surf so we wasted more time looking for that. But no matter, we gathered up everything we needed and rushed back to the beach and Michael.&lt;br /&gt;
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He was there anxiously waiting for us (like always) and magically my yellow board was there. The sunset was beautiful with hues of orange and red and blue hitting the clouds. "Let's go!" Michael yelled. "Hold on!" I said, "I need to take a picture and send it to Stacey". I pulled out my old iPhone 3G and snapped a few pics of my yellow board and the colorful sky. Then, I stood up, board under arm and started running towards the ocean. In that moment I heard...&lt;br /&gt;
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"Dadda..."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Dadda!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"DADDAAA!!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was time to wake up and go get Zoe out of her crib.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;
-marc&lt;br /&gt;
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Whew! I was worried about what I was going to blog today. It's already 4pm and I haven't a blogged a word! I know you all are getting ansey, looking at your clock or your RSS feed wondering where I am.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"What is he doing? It's not like he has a business to run or kids to take care of..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, I am saving my post about bad words for a day other than the day after the epic birthday blog so today's post will hafta be just a little bit nerdy and techy. I was strolling through Google + trying to gather some inspiration when I saw &lt;a href="http://buzz.blogger.com/2011/09/dynamic-views-seven-new-ways-to-share.html"&gt;Blogger Buzz's Blog had announced new layouts for Blogger!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now remember, I've been using this blogging system for years (more than 5!) and this change is super exciting. I think it's a slow way to merge into Google+!&lt;br /&gt;
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There are 7 new ways YOU can view my blog. Some are more confusing that others, some you wont see as many photos at first, but they can all be customized by you, the reader! Super sweet! I'll keep it like this, but let me know what you think. Which view do you like best? Or do you like it the old traditional way? Personally I like Mosiac. Magazine is cool too and so is Flip Card but Mosiac is just niiiiiice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Either way, hope you're having a great week and an awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;
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Talk soon,&lt;br /&gt;
-marc&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;One of the many reasons I love my beautiful wife is how she loves our 
baby girls. She is the best mom I know. One of the many ways 
she showers her mini-me's with unconditional love is to put a lot of 
time and effort into their birthday parties. Not only did Stacey (and 
myself) want to throw an awesome party for Z herself, but we wanted to celebrate our friends, her friends, and our little village that has helped raise her. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The party was as much for our friends as it was for Z! And boy did she 
have a good time! Almost all her friends came, which could've been 
overwhelming, but she handled it like a champ. She owned her party, as 
they say! This party was almost as large, if not larger, than our wedding!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The idea for the party was a disco dance theme. Z loves to dance, so why not dance with everyone she loves? Everyone was encouraged to dress up and get ready to dance the afternoon away with some classic disco music! (There was a little Britney Spears thrown in there too, cuz Z loves some Britney)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;We had an arts and crafts table for everyone to paint their own frames with glitter paint, feathers and other medallions. Stace rocked this part of the party, thinking out every last detail. People seemed to enjoy painting their own frames!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;And what will go in there? A photo from the photo booth of course! (You can see our family's photo below, and maybe everyone elses' if you're lucky)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Stacey, "Sasha" and myself helped create the magical ball of goodness you see below. Instead of a traditional cake, cuz you know we aint traditional, we made Cake Pops! (right ladies? that's what it was called?) It's basically cake, rolled up into balls, dipped in frosting and splattered with edible glitter paint! Mmmmmm buddy were they good.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It was really great to see how many people came out to show love for Z. She is so blessed by all of her very gracious and giving friends. Not only do they &lt;strike&gt;provide&lt;/strike&gt; spoil her w/ material possessions, they love, Love, LOVE her! Our friends have come through time and time again to babysit, help us w/ car issues, listen to our concerns, and call in favors of other friends. We appreciate every single one of you villagers.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I had a blast at her sisters party too. You could just see her thinking "mom...I better get as good of party if not better next June!" ;) &lt;br /&gt;
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I can't believe my little girl is 2. 2 years ago tonight she was 1 day old! Now she's dancing, talking, making her own friends and growing up so fast! Ya just gotta hang on and enjoy every single second. Take nothing for granted and shell out as much love as you can muster every day. Before I know it, she'll be walkin' down the aisle! &lt;/div&gt;
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And since you made it to the bottom of the post (I told you it was going to be epic!) here's a little treat for you! Enjoy the video!&lt;/div&gt;
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Love y'all (at least those of you I know) Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for being a part of our lives, and most importantly, our girls' lives. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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-marc&lt;/div&gt;
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Last night was the last game of the kickball seasons. Some friends of mine asked me to join their team this season and we … well, we weren't very good. But we had a lot of team spirit, and always had fun at every game so that's all that matters - right? (Right Brett?) Heck, I don't even know our team's name! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The sky was insane last night too, which is always fun when you're playing in the big open park.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight is the last night the little Z is one! Crazy, huh? It's hard to believe but tomorrow we'll be throwing one heck of a disco dance party. Watch out for a blog of epic proportions from her party.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I just edited one of these photos (only a simple crop) via an online program call Picnic! That's pretty dang neat. I've seen that program around but never used it. Very cool. How do you all like the albums on blogger now? Don't know what I'm talking about? Click on one of the pictures above and you get a cool Google+ styled album viewer. Pretty sweet!&lt;br /&gt;
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Alright, time to get ready for the party!&lt;br /&gt;
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Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes as a blogger I can be lazy. Surprise surprise! Notice I didn't post yesterday? Didn't think so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, it's really not being lazy today but I pulled off a bunch of photos of the girls and mom and decided to post those instead of a bunch of crazy text! &amp;nbsp;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZ6ClCPY7cQ/TnzmP-SBI1I/AAAAAAAAKwE/uBEp_y0rznQ/s1600/IMG_4360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZ6ClCPY7cQ/TnzmP-SBI1I/AAAAAAAAKwE/uBEp_y0rznQ/s320/IMG_4360.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our other 3 children&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ym9tRoyawko/TnzmQfbuSjI/AAAAAAAAKwI/KTM75OxyqtM/s1600/IMG_4391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ym9tRoyawko/TnzmQfbuSjI/AAAAAAAAKwI/KTM75OxyqtM/s320/IMG_4391.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J2H46gCt2bc/TnzmTRXysQI/AAAAAAAAKwQ/fXDEfxLYeew/s1600/IMG_4492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J2H46gCt2bc/TnzmTRXysQI/AAAAAAAAKwQ/fXDEfxLYeew/s320/IMG_4492.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls love it when momma reads to them&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hiking. Note to self, WEAR the girls, don't try to push 'em in the stroller&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMHQOw3BrYg/TnzmUFRq_II/AAAAAAAAKwY/WjXD1FDYXyk/s1600/IMG_4569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMHQOw3BrYg/TnzmUFRq_II/AAAAAAAAKwY/WjXD1FDYXyk/s320/IMG_4569.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chillin' at the park while mom shoots!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtjpqi5Htp4/TnzmWOW8YXI/AAAAAAAAKwc/Gz40xF_DmAY/s1600/IMG_4600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtjpqi5Htp4/TnzmWOW8YXI/AAAAAAAAKwc/Gz40xF_DmAY/s320/IMG_4600.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flyin' high!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Phone? Dada phone?!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strollin' in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Much love!&lt;br /&gt;
-marc&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night was one of those chill family nights you know you'll remember for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;
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After mom got off work at 5 she picked us up and we rushed to Zuma Beach in Malibu for a photo shoot. It was perfect conditions, not too cold, golden hour, and the family of 4 I was photographing was dressed to a T. The shoot went great and ended just after the sun went below the ocean and as we all were getting a little chilly.&lt;br /&gt;
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We hopped in the swagger wagon and drove down the PCH to the World Famous Malibu Inn. After warming up and filling our bellies we heard live music coming from the next room. Z and I headed over to check it out and we found 3 old "vets" jammin' out to an almost empty room. Zoe's face instantly lit up, she pointed to the guitar and said "Dada? Guitar?" I told her she was correct and that this guitar player was a helluva lot better than daddy. She smiled, asked to get down; "Down Dada" and she started dancing.&lt;br /&gt;
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The girl danced for like 30 minutes straight! We let her stay up past her bedtime to do so! And I think it made the musicians' night, since there was no one there. :) It was a beautiful moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;
-marc&lt;/div&gt;
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I like to call myself "The Bottle Master". One thing no one ever tells you about becoming a parent (there are a lot of things people neglect to tell you) is that your life will revolve around the bottle. No, not whiskey or alcohol although sometimes you want that too, we're talking baby bottles.&lt;br /&gt;
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Depending on your breastfeeding schedule you will come into multiple bottles at some point your child's life. Whether it's storing breast milk for later or you're now on forumla, we've accumilated more bottles than a recycling center. Big bottles, small bottles, plastic, glass, fancy and cheap we've seen 'em all. And ... get this ... they have to be clean! I know, who knew?! &lt;/div&gt;
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So every day it's a few minutes of standing at the sink w/ hot water, soap, big and little brushes and gettin' these little boogers cleaned and ready to go for another round! Even Zoe has sippy cups that have to be cleaned... it's a lot of work! And did I mention we don't have a dish washer?&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's to anyone who's ever cleaned a bottle! Kudos to you. I've been doing it for almost 2 years now and see no end in sight! But that's ok, it's just one of the many ways I get to show my girls I love 'em ... being the Bottle Master. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;
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-marc&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I have the rare opportunity to take I and myself to a coffee shop to "work". While we tried working, we really did, but it's kind of hard to work one handed while feeding with the other. But now I is asleep in her car seat and I have a chance to get something done.&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh wait. The internet sucks. It may be the literally 9 other iMacs in the shop sucking the weak internet signal dry but forget trying to FTP something or handle heavy web work. That'll hafta wait for Z's nap time later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm excited to see how the new Blogger photo browser will look with these photos I took of the girls yesterday while mom was shopping! Thank heavens for a grassy area outside the store . . . we didn't have to go in and shop!&lt;br /&gt;
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It looks like Blogger is trying to incorporate Google + more by implementing this photo browsing technology. Very exciting! I see Tom Anderson, the former CEO of Myspace using Google + as a blog, but like I said a few weeks ago I'm still waiting to see how they combine the two programs.&lt;/div&gt;
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I've got 16 more precious minutes of this deja-vu type experience. It's funny, the woman who is watching Z at the moment also has a two year old. She's one of the more active members in the mommy group we joined. Close to 2 years ago I was in a coffee shop very similar to this when she and her 2 girls walked in. We'll call them M, S, &amp;amp; T. M, (the mom) approached me and mentioned how calm Z was being in her car seat. I was tapping away at the same laptop I am now and we made small talk. She left, came back a few minutes later and said "You should join our mommy group!" I laughed and said "But, I'm not a mom!" "No matter", M said, and a few days later I was striding our stroller around the park with a bunch of mom's with kids close to Z's age. More on the mommy group later...&lt;br /&gt;
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Now Z is at M's house playing w/ T (the 2 year old) and I and I are chillin' at a coffee shop. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;
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One last random picture that means a lot to me. When we moved into our home a few months ago one of my favorite things were the flowers and plant life around the yard. In the mornings the sunlight comes into Z's room and hits the flowers just right. I'm so excited to be able to provide a beautiful view for our children on a daily basis. The photo doesn't do it justice, but it's cool anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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Alright! Time to pick up Z and really get some work done.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;
-marc&lt;/div&gt;
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Ballons provide excellent opportunities to teach life lessons to children. What?! Life lessons? Keep reading if you dare...&lt;br /&gt;
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This has happened twice now, to Miss Z. She has had some ballons and neglected to hold on to them regardless of mom and dad telling her she won't have them any more if she lets go. I don't know if she gets it or not, but the tears don't last too long and I always say "if you want something, you gotta hold on to it!" Wow... cheesey and totally "parent" but hey, that's me!&lt;br /&gt;
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I snapped this shot last weekend at one of the birthday parties we were at as Z's ballons slowly floated into the sky. &lt;br /&gt;
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Since then Stacey and I have been more tired than I can ever remember. With her going back to work (she just completed her first full week this week) and the transition and adjustment of handling the kids there just aren't enough hours in the day to sleep! I grabbed one nap this week, but only for an hour and Stacey got to sleep in today! (Tomorrow is my day to sleep in, but I have a shoot at 10:30 so we'll see how that goes) MAN we are tired. Tired tired tired. Having two kids, two full time jobs, and somewhat of a social life really takes it out of ya!&lt;br /&gt;
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But never too tired to blog. Love y'all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;
-marc&lt;/div&gt;
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Every once in a while, when the stars align, Stacey and I get to go out &lt;b&gt;WITH OUT&lt;/b&gt; the kids! It's pretty exciting, and Thursday night was no exception. With empty car seats in the back, Z &amp;amp; I with one of our trusty dusty babysitters we headed down to Silverlake to the old Spaceland (now Satellite) to celebrate my best friend, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/directsfilm/"&gt;Michael Brown&lt;/a&gt;'s Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;
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We saw this awesome band, &lt;a href="http://www.thealbumleaf.com/"&gt;The Album Leaf&lt;/a&gt;, who blew my mind. I don't know if you know this, but I have a little music blood in me. Before I started kindergarden I took piano lessons. I hated it then, little did I know I would later regret begging my mom to let me stop taking them. Now I have an acoustic guitar that I like to play whenever I get a chance. I don't remember the last time I saw a band live, so knowing how hard it is to play the guitar &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;sing, and what talent it takes to produce good music, I was entranced.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's always nice to get out w/ the moms too. Even if it's not a romantic date with just the two of us, we love seeing our friends outside of the parent world! Granted we might be those proud parents who only talk about our children and show off pictures ... but what can ya do? We got to see a lot of our friends, some we hadn't seen in a long time. We cherish those moments with our pals.&lt;br /&gt;
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These are just a few pictures I snapped with the Hipstamatic App on my iPhone. Love that camera! And one last one for the books - me and my beautiful wife!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know you all love seeing my face ramble about nothing at all. Let's be honest, the only reason you're here is to see how freakin' cute my children are. I understand that, and am totally cool with it. ;) So put the video on mute, fast forward (is that a term any more?) to the girls and enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strike&gt;Here's a link to that "controversial" video I was talking about.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's the video! ;) LOOK AT THAT BEARD! FREAKIN' AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you think? Was I wrong/weird/in the clear for posting a video of my child getting shots? Speaking of which, you think she's loud in that video - good thing I didn't video yesterdays ... HOLY CRAP she has good lungs. She kinda knew what was going on too when we walked into the Dr's office... but she was cool. She's a trooper.&lt;/div&gt;
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The girls are healthy and above average on their growth charts. We are very blessed to all be in good health. Eating right and exercising helps a lot! &lt;/div&gt;
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