Apparently Vinny has his own domain name now and a gmail account.  Danny bought the domain so that Vincent can have a website that is dedicated to his pro career in extreme sports.  Check out the website in about 16 years.

Time flies!  Its already been 100 days since Vinny was born.  On Sunday we celebrated with a little Korean-Chinese dinner with family.

(Photos by Kenny Ahn)

He's growing up so fast!  His neck is strong now and he can hold up his head.  He babbles, smiles and giggles.  He bounces around in his Jumperoo and struts his stuff on the Step & Play Piano.  Today, during belly time, he lifted his head and chest off the floor with his arms!  He still spits up like a mad man, but I think he's what they call a "happy spitter."  He makes a big mess but he's still a lovable little cutie-pie. 

Martha Stewart's mom passed away this weekend.  From what I've seen on TV and read in her magazines, they had a fairly close relationship and Martha owes a lot of her success to her mother.  Now anyone who knows me well knows that I revere the almighty domestic guru... so they should also know that I don't mean any disrespect from the following comment.  Here goes...  I wonder if Martha would ever consider doing a special episode on planning the perfect funeral.  It would be nice to know how to do one well out of respect for the loved ones you may have to plan one for.  Sorry for the morbid post.

Danny and I placed some more pics up on our Flickr account (www.flickr.com/photos/parkpics).  Most of the updates are of Vinny.  Some of the updated pics are random stuff from our pre-Vinny trips to Hawaii and San Diego.

Vinny is the cutest thing in the world (at least according to his mommy and daddy) and I'm getting really sad at the prospect of going back to work in the new year.  The first two months were pretty tough and I relished the thought of going back to work because life would have been so much easier!  But now Vinny smiles, coos and laughs/squeals with delight when I talk and sing to him and he's just become more fun, independent, and interactive.  How am I gonna leave this darling boy for the drudgery of work?

Doctors say that babies should be given supervised "belly time" so that infants can strengthen their arms and neck and learn to turn their heads while they are on their tummies.  When we give Vinny "belly time," he always faces right.  He can lift his upper body enough to move his head to the other direction, but he outright refuses to do so.  We've tried to turn his head towards the direction but he won't budge.  The boy's neck muscles are so strong that we can't even force him to crane his head to the other side.  I don't know if it's because he doesn't want to or he doesn't know how to do so.  That being said, if we put him down on his belly with his head facing left, he'll automatically do a mini push-up and crane his neck the other way to establish his favorite position.  It looks like he may not grow up to be an ambidextrous catwalk turner.  He does have nice hands, so maybe he can be a hand model.

Things have gotten better with little Vinny.  He's on a 3 hour eat/sleep schedule which is fairly manageable.  I've been getting used to his cues.  Even his sounds (a.k.a cries) are getting more familiar now and I'm able to figure out more and more if he's hungry, sleepy, gaseous (up north), or gaseous (down south).  Btw, it's really important to distinguish between the latter two states of being since the first requires active burping and the second requires waiting it out while he cries and struggles to fart, poop, or both.  Believe it or not, many babies have a tough time with lower digestive functions.  You would think it would be a natural instinct, no?

Vincent's getting so much more alert too.  He's now paying focused attention to all the toys and baby apparatuses (why isn't it apparati?) that he was ambivalent to before.  He stares with wonder at the sea life mobile that encircles his baby swing and now tolerates the lights and sounds on the vibrating bouncer that he used to treat with disdain (a.k.a. crying).  I think he's even starting to smile and laugh at facial expressions (genuinely and not just because of gas).  My new challenge will be to figure out how to keep him entertained as he is awake for longer stretches of time.  I feel guilty putting him in the swing every time I run out of things to do with him.  That swing is a friggin lifesaver though.  It will put Vinny to sleep 9 times out of 10. 

It's still tough to get my own schedule going.  There are days I can't wash my face or brush my teeth until early afternoon.  Sometimes I stop and realize late in the day that I haven't even stopped to pee yet.  By the time I feed him, change him, get laundry done, wash his bottles along with accumulated dishes, and accomplish miscellaneous tasks of pressing concern, the other stuff... mainly matters of personal hygiene and sleep become extraneous and have to pushed aside.  Babies are a lot of work! 

On Sunday I did a quick and easy birthday invitation for a friend and realized that I missed work... er, certain aspects of work  When Vinny and I went to visit the office the other day, I was surprised at how easily I was able to get back into the work mentality while catching up with my coworkers.  Currently it's hard to gauge if I want to go back to work fulltime, part-time or even at all.  It seems like life would certainly be easier if I worked and left him at daycare during the day.  The little dude's at his fussiest point right now (according to a lot of the baby literature) so it's hard to imagine what it will be like in a month or so when he might be so fun to hang out with every day that I couldn't imagine ditching him for work.  We shall see.

Currently, the little guy is on a 2 hour feeding schedule.  This means that I feed him, change his diaper and try to put him to sleep for an hour, and the other hour he sleeps (aka mommy's free/sleep time).  If for any reason the first hour doesn't go easily... let's say he lays an explosive poop while I'm trying to put him to sleep which automatically warrants a second diaper change... that obviously cuts into my sleep time.  It's an insane schedule but he wakes up like clockwork to tell me he's hungry.  He's gotten a little bit looser with this schedule.  Sometimes he'll sleep an extra hour, which is great, but it sometimes makes me a little worried and I'll go and check to see if he's alive and breathing.  He's eating, pooping and peeing like a champ so I think we're doing something right.  Danny and his mom have been a huge help and they help me get a few extra z's when possible. 

Vinny is a happy baby.  They say that babies don't smile or laugh for real until later but we beg to differ.

Please disregard my previous post.  I was obviously wrong....

He's tiny, he's adorable, he cries a lot, and most importantly, he's finally here. 

With a loud cry and a yell, Vincent says hello to you all.

My due date is tomorrow, but I'm convinced the baby doesn't want to come out.  I think I made his home too comfortable.  I might just stop eating and drinking to coax him out of there. 

The Greek Theatre is the best all-around concert venue I've been to.  It's not too big and the sound quality is superb.  I'm a band stalker so if a band I like comes to town, I'm there.  That usually means that I've heard the same band play in at least two different venues... and hands down, they always sound better at the Greek (i.e. Keane at the Greek = knocked my socks off, but Keane at the Music Box = very good).  That said, Norah Jones sounds good anywhere so it doesn't really matter where she plays.  She was great last night and she's really getting to be quite the performer.  Last night's show was probably the last concert I'll be attending for a long, long time.  I'm glad it ended on a high note.