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Thanksgiving

Here is the reason we went up to San Jose for Thanksgiving. This is my niece, Myla, who just turned one not too long ago. Her upper teeth are probably due out soon so she likes to chew on her tongue.

Myla with her mom and the bunny we got for her.

Here Michelle is telling her the importance of online web presence.

Kids like me, and I think it’s because I look like a cartoon.

We made her play with the bunny every chance we got so it would become her favorite, and then we would become her favorite. Muahahahha!

Myla plays like a little boy. She doesn’t like to sit still and only has one speed, extreme. I was fascinated by the fact that she can mimic just about any sound you make. She can pop her lips, click her tongue, and do whatever that thing is called in the video.

Now that we’re done looking at my adorable niece, let’s talk about family and food.

People ask whether spending time with my niece makes me want to have kids any sooner. Playing with kids is pretty fun, but part of the fun is being able to say, “She pooped. Playtime timeout. Someone take care of this.” What you don’t see in all these pictures is all the hard work the parents put into raising Myla. You also don’t see the loads of stuff they have just to accomplish that task. Hard work is hard. As I am having a difficult time taking care of myself most of the time, I don’t think pushing up kids is a great idea.

Family Trip Photos

This past weekend Michelle and I hopped in the car with my parents and headed to the San Jose area to visit my brother.

We made a stop along the way at Casa de Fruta. It’s a little tourist trap with an old, Venetian-style merry go round and a place where you can pan for gold. They also have a wine store, a place to buy dried fruits and nuts, and a candy/ice cream store. It’s totally worth a stop if you have little kids in the car that are driving you nuts.

They also have a whole shelf dedicated to hot sauce.

There’s also a train for taking photos.

This is a sign in my brother’s neighborhood. While I was reading it, I jumped the curb  and drove through his living room. Why would they make a sign with so many words?

This is my niece, Myla. She is the reason we made a trip up north. At two months old, she is pretty boring.  She eats, sleeps, and poops. Even her parents do things to make her more exciting, like dress her up as a sandwich.

Here is Michelle, chatting with Myla about her plans for a summer internship at Woo! and negotiating the pay rate for such a highly desirable position.

I’d ask you to stay turned for more exciting things, but there really wasn’t too much going on this weekend. It was good to spend some quiet time with the family, which is now one person bigger.

Popularity as Measured in Bacon

If you ever look in my parents’ freezer or fridge at any given time, there is no bacon in it. There is one exception. Whenever my brother is in town there is bacon. He will be home for Christmas and there is bacon in the fridge. FOUR PACKS OF BACON! I’d say she’s playing favorites here by giving him special treatment, but I have the family company and I’ve been living at home forever.

Still I might give it all up for bacon.

Which One of These is Not Like the Other?

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This is one of my favorite pictures from my brother’s wedding. We’re quite cramped in the picture. I remember having the bridesmaid next to me having to lean on me and complain that she could feel my breathing. Still it’s better than the two groomsmen on the left that have to put their junk (junks?) together. If you want to see the rest of the pictures, drop me a message. I prefer not to post them for a bunch of strangers to see. If you’re interested, the photographer is Augie Chang. He has a pretty good eye for posing people as well as taking candid shots.

Up North Wedding Weekend

This weekend was my brother’s wedding. We went up to northern California for the wedding.

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Nothing says a trip up north like Top Dog.

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That, and bums digging through the trash by the BART station.

After wedding rehearsal dinner, Harrison met up with me. Michelle and Annie were flying in to Oakland at the same time. We picked them up from the airport and headed into Berkeley to get some Naan N Curry. It’s always a risky move, eating Indian food before a big day, but it turned out alright. The city of Berkeley has cleaned up quite a bit since I last visited. The bums are still there, but the students that walk the streets look like they could be from UCLA, dressed to impress.

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Getting ready in the morning.

My brother’s was the first wedding I got to be in, not counting being a ring bearer, like Frodo Baggins but with fewer adventures. If you are ever asked to be in a wedding, you should politely decline, and I’ll tell you why. Unless you are the best man or the maid of honor, the only thing you will be able to see the whole time is someone else’s back. Your invitation to the wedding should note “obstructed view” when you get it, like those discounted stadium tickets. I don’t know what happened during the wedding other than what I got to do myself. So here’s my recap.

First, my parents’ friends were laughing as I made my way down the aisle with my mom on my arm. I’m pretty sure they were laughing more at my dad, who was following behind us, but way to make me lose concentration! I read a letter that my brother wrote to my parents, but after stumbling a couple of times during my reading, I realized too late that I probably should have read the letter through once before I did it live. After the whole ceremony, people told me I did a great job. I told them, “Thanks. Walking, standing still, and reading are skills I mastered in the first grade. Maybe next time they’ll let me juggle or something.” All in all, the ceremony went pretty well with little to no hiccups.

After the wedding we headed over to The Claremont to take pictures and for the reception.

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Michelle and me at The Claremont.

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A good look for me. I should wear a tuxedo to work, perhaps with top hat and monocle.

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Phil Jackson during the All-Star break. He declined to take a picture with the bride and groom.

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Instead of a guest book, they guests signed notes and put them on this tree.

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Carter entertained the kids and the adults with his magic. He’s quite talented.

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My family.

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The center pieces after the reception.

It was a good weekend, and it was definitely good seeing friends and family from all over the place come together to celebrate.

Always Good to Be Wanted

I was lying in bed and overheard this conversation while my mom was on the phone with my brother, apparently discussing his upcoming wedding guest list.

Mom: “No, they’re on your list. You take them.”
*Mike Responds*
Mom: “You told me they were on your list. They’re not on my list. I’m not inviting them.”
*Mike Responds*
Mom: “You told me that Matt and Michelle were going to be on your list. If you don’t invite them, they’re not coming.”

What the hell?! I wasn’t invited? I’m in the wedding, or at least I thought I was asked to be in the wedding. Perhaps this is some cruel joke they’re playing on me. It’s quite elaborate if it is, as I have a tuxedo to get fitted and everything. I don’t even care. Worst case scenario, I get to get all dressed up, take the wedding limo for a spin, and hit up Berkeley for some Top Dog and Naan-N-Curry.

Photographic Memory

Recently I have been scanning photos that my mom has picked out for my brother’s upcoming wedding. I noticed I am in a lot of the ones she selected. I think, deep down, even though it’s my brother’s wedding, my mom knows who is really important and wants people to know. This is one of my mom’s favorite pictures.

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