Baby Jordan's repertoire of skills

He's seen enough basketball in his 13 months that he's started emulating the pro's. And dad.






















Here's his jumpshot. He's pretty confident and it shows when he backs up a few steps and actually bends at the knees before letting it fly. Not a bad follow through, eh?



Here's his finger-roll ala Clyde "the Glide" Drexler



Here he can be seen taunting the camera man.



The granny shot.



Strength training.



Yelling at the Jazz with Dad. This counts as working on his coaching skills.



The tomahawk jam.



This was obviously an alley-oop to me but I was caught off guard and messed up the play.

Nuts!

RIP!

This was my nephew Jackson's view as he laid there with no air in his lungs wondering what just happened.

It's not such a small world afterall.....

I just overheard this the other day, but apparently the reason the "it's a small world" ride at Disneyland has been closed all year is because they are re-vamping the ride to keep up with the ever-expanding waistline of the average American. I just verified this with a quick google search that turned up this little article which points out that the ride was designed in 1963 when the average male weighed around 175, and the average female was 135. Recently, however, the boats have been getting stuck. Rather than making a large sign out front instructing that passengers must be this "small" to ride (my idea), Disney decided to renovate.

A wise man once said, "How ironic. You came here with a mouse in a bottle. Now you are the mouse."

To Infinity, and Beyond!

We just got back from Disneyland. Melissa's favorite ride is Buzz Lightyear (but she'll try to tell you it's Jordan's favorite ride). However, as you can see above, I totally slaughtered her in the space ranger challenge.

Jordy's at it again!

Here's a couple funny stories from our crazy son this week:

1. For a few months he has been obsessed with basketball. I claim partial credit for this because we have a nerf hoop in our living room and he used to love watching me shoot. Now his favorite thing is for me to lift him up so he can dunk and we both cheer. A few days ago I was in the bedroom and could hear splashing coming from down the hall and his tiny voice shouting, "Ba-ball! Ba-ball!" So I go check on him and he's got a football and nerf basketball floating in the toilet!

Here's a picture from a little earlier this evening - keep in mind this happened with only about 20 seconds of unsupervised freedom. He's figured out how to lift the lid so it's time to start shutting the bathroom door.




If you look closely there's a SUDOKU book, a spoon, apricot scrub, and a ballpoint pen. He's holding the toilet bowl brush. By my count that's 8 points going on 10.

2. If Dad's teaching him how to play basketball, then Mom's teaching him to, uh, shave her legs. Yup, the kid genius has seen it enough that he figured it out. Melissa was sitting at the computer surfing the web and she felt Jordan put something on her leg. She looked down to see him holding her razor with the most determined expression on his face, as he slid it back and forth.

The friendly side of the scalpel

As one who's been through 5 knee surgeries during my teenage years and early 20's, I appreciated the opportunity I had last Monday to experience the view from the other side of the knife. For the first time in my life, I performed a surgery.

Wait, I thought you were in dental school, you say?

Yes, I'm in dental school. After making my first set of dentures, I was required to surgically reduce the bone level on the lateral borders of the patient's maxillary tuberosities to enable a better fit for the denture. The surgery involved 2 incisions, reflecting tissue, and reducing bone with a high-speed bur and some other instruments. Afterwards I sutured him up, extracted his two front teeth, and gave him his denture.

The funny part happened when I had finished one side and it was time to start on the other. During the suturing the patient kept falling asleep and I had to keep waking him so he would open his mouth. When it was time to give him the anesthetic injection so we could work on the other side, he wouldn't wake up no matter what I did, so I decided to proceed with the injection and see what happened. Sure enough, he woke up. I feel bad because it can't be pleasant to awake with a needle in your mouth, but seriously, that was what I had to do to wake him so I could work.

Be carefull where you fart.

Snooker, sounds like something Bob Spoo would enjoy, right? Today I read an article that was one of the most entertaining pieces of journalism I've come across in quite some time. The last paragraph points out that someone not directly involved in the story (an entertaining story) enjoys snooker. Now that I know snooker is not only a real word but is actually a sport, well, I think I may have to become a snookerer. This is that article.

9/11 TV archive

Here's an interesting website with a complete archive of all the major TV stations on that day and the few days afterwards. This is all new to me because at the time I was out of the country serving a mission for my church.

Her Holiness in my house!

You've seen it before - the 10:00 news story about the person who saw the Virgin Mary in a tree, and now all kinds of people are gathered around said tree to pray and light candles. And then the camera zooms in and you think, "yeah, ok, I can sort of see it".

A while back I started pointing out to Melissa anytime I'd see something that could resemble the Virgin Mary with the suggestion that we call the news. By now I've seen her all over the place. Well, this time Melissa beat me to it by pointing out the little miracle in our tile. Instead of calling the news, I'm blogging it - so anyone out there who wants to come pray at our house just send me a quick email and bring $20 with you and we'll let you come pray. But you have to hurry because we're mopping soon.




(the leading skeptics believe that Jordan dropped part of a banana and then stepped in it)

Fat Benji

While studying for my public health mid-term last week, I learned that over 50% of Californians are either overweight or obese. Then I found out that I'm part of the problem. Not only am I overweight, I'm closer to being obese than I am to being normal! So I resolved to work out 1/2 hour per day throughout May. My ultimate goal is obviously to get into my "normal" range.

I would use the excuse that I am just big boned or something like that, but anyone who knew me in Jr. High and High School could attest to the fact that I am definitely not big-boned. To see your BMI go here, but don't get too depressed - I also learned that I can weigh as little as 137 lbs. and still be considered "normal". Ha! I haven't been that light since I was 12!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

I guess that's the meaning of irony.

What Jordan would tell you

Is there anything more fun than a roll of toilet paper?





vroooom vroooooom





I know I'm handsome.





Bet you can't sleep like this.





This is Cooper, my immortal 10 cent goldfish from Wal-mart. He's three months old now. Maybe I should touch him.





What, this isn't how you celebrated earth day?

Movie Review: Cloverfield

No spoilers here - it's really best as a movie where you don't know what's going to happen. We watched it last night and I enjoyed almost everything about it - great storyline, great acting, lot's of detail went into making it seem realistic. My one complaint was how shaky the camera was. I know the director was going for the "realistic" approach, as though this movie was actually the recovered videotape it claims to be in the opening scene. After a while the shakiness started getting to me and I got the "here comes the headache" feeling, but by then I was so into the story that I stuck it out.
Recommendation: It's a good movie and worth seeing, but maybe take some ibuprofen or Dramamine before hand.