Surprise, Surprise!

Today I went to the doctor to have my first official ultrasound (the last one apparently wasn't official in the sense that it didn't show anything important, other than the fact that there was actually something in there, and I wasn't just imagining things).

Along with finding out if everything was okay with the little blob (e.g. it is growing at the right pace, the heart rate is normal, etc.) Joel and I were also hoping to find out if we could expect a boy or a girl. Not that this would change anything. We are not planning to shower the kid in pink or blue, nor will we be planning its life as a professional sports player or ballerina. We mainly wanted to know so that we could more easily narrow down the name selection.

So you can imagine our surprise when the ultrasound technician lady (after squirting way to much jelly on my stomach, I might add) pointed to the monitor and then said the magic words "So here's baby A and here's baby B".


We immediately looked at each other and said "huh??" Apparently our dear little blob has either multiplied or was hiding a friend in there during the last mini ultrasound. And now we have two names to come up with! We did find out the sex of the babies (which we have decided to keep to ourselves just to keep you all in suspense). We will say that they are both the same sex, although it is not yet determined if they are identical or fraternal (apparently only fraternal twins run in families, while identical twins are randomly assigned).

So there you have it. If you would like to get a hold of either of us, feel free. Although please keep in mind we will most likely still be in a state of shock, trying to comprehend what is in store for us in the next 20 weeks. And hoping they don't continue to multiply.

Baby cute face is back

Just wanted to contribute some more and tell you what I've been up to. I've learned a lot more words and I'm not even two yet (April 26 th) in case you forgot. I have got the greatest dad cause all he does is work and come home and play with me. I'm spoiled. And I love my Oatsie and My Poppa even though he ate half of the peeps I got from the easter egg hunt daddy took me to. Anyway I miss my Uncles and my Aunt and can't wait to see them and look forward to watching the Mets win the world series with my daddy. Love you guys, love Baby Happy Face,

Happy Birthday Dad!

Nestor's Quote of the Day:
"I'm having peeps and coffee for breakfast!"

Did you remember to call Dad and wish him a happy birthday?
Of course you did. But were you the first to call?
No? Oh well, don't worry, he'll forgive you someday.

Am I the only one checking this blog?

Seriously. Mikey? Dad? Azie? Anyone?
Even the little blob has posted something. What gives?

Don't try this at home. Or work.

So there I was just minding my own business at work today. It’s Friday, which means it’s quieter than usual, and I can get away with listening to my iPod™ while pretending to be busy. But on this particular Friday, I was particularly bored, so I sought out things to do. And that’s where I went wrong…

I cleaned my office, which took about 2 minutes, including straightening my pens, scissors (two pairs) and rulers (I have five and I don’t know why) in the cup on my desk. I check voicemail, but there wasn’t any. 30 seconds. Then I got a call from someone who wanted some brochures mailed to him. I was super excited about this (yes, I was that bored) because I knew I could stretch this task out for at least 10 minutes.

I grabbed a stack brochures and a large envelope from the counter in the front office. The envelope was much bigger than it needed to be, so I decided to cut it up and wrap the brochures like a gift. Once I had the brochures wrapped up, I reached across my desk for the Scotch® tape and took a strip from the dispenser. With one hand, I held the corners of the package down, and with the other I maneuvered the placement of the tape. The corners of the package started to become a little loose, so I pulled the tape off, placed it in my mouth to free up a hand, and then re-secured the wrapping.

Now, it doesn’t seem like anything unusual has happened yet, right? Well, you might want to stop reading here if you find that you (A) faint easily (B) are under the age of 13, or (C) have a strong belief that lips are meant to stay attached to your face…

As soon as I deemed the wrapping acceptably secure, marveling in my engineering achievements, I released one of my hands from the package and grabbed the tape that was waiting patiently on my lower lip. As I pulled it away, I noticed a sharp, stinging sensation. I figured it was just a little sensitive, but when I looked down at the strip of tape, I noticed that it was now accompanied by a ¼ inch piece of my lip (precisely measured with one of my five rulers). I was shocked, I was in disbelief and I was bleeding like crazy.

I then spent the next hour nursing my lip and accepting pity from anyone who would listen to my tragic tale. In the end this proved to be a great way to keep busy at work, but not something I recommend.

Sweet 16 weeks old

I may look like a blob now, but I'm drinking my amniotic fluid, and by next week I'll have developed the ability to distinguish bitter and sweet, like the sweet taste of victory my mom enjoys while schooling you all at scrabble.

Baby mean face says read your blog

This is to everyone new to the blog read it or else you deal with baby mean face
baby mean face loves you :)

Welcome to the Barragan Family Blog. This blog was created so that the members of the Barragan family, namely Nestor, Rosemary, Chris, John, Cathy and Michael, could post updates about the events of their life. With any luck well get some postings in the near future. As a note, anytime this picture is displayed it will be a general message from the family. As the blog host, Chris Barragan will post any general announcements the family may have. I hope you enjoy this website and I hope that as a family we'll have enough interesting bits and pieces to share with you.

With love,

The Royal Barragans