tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218474962024-03-07T19:53:09.059-06:00The Sieber ReportThe Internet's Leading Authority on The Sieber Family in AustinChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.comBlogger280125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-16246649245568726432012-07-14T23:03:00.001-05:002012-07-14T23:03:34.154-05:00La Vie En Rose
This song is just spectacular. Anyone who has seen Wall-E will recognize the tune.
Earlier this year, my new boss (who is French) hosted a "La Vie En Rose" themed soiree. The party proceeded much like a wedding reception sans wedding ceremony. Toward the end of the evening, bossman grabbed a microphone at the piano and summoned his young daughter to the front.
They performed this song Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-77071972547459535152012-07-09T16:26:00.004-05:002012-07-09T16:26:49.825-05:00Happy Parenting from Baby O
This was not our finest hour together. I absorbed most of it, so the floor cleanup was a snap!Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-16042864655573431982012-07-05T13:23:00.001-05:002012-07-05T13:23:36.609-05:00Happy 4th from Baby O!shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931359711869326822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-11403273414334457782012-07-03T09:13:00.001-05:002012-07-03T09:13:09.677-05:00It happened again
Here's a picture of Michael's reaction to what Owen did in the bath water last night. It happened again. Sigh.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-9995874456695411952012-06-28T10:07:00.001-05:002012-06-28T10:07:38.820-05:00Back in the Day<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-88604374779932502272012-06-25T09:31:00.001-05:002012-06-25T09:31:54.945-05:00MagicI really liked this quote.
Michael: "Omar says that crayons aren't magic. But I say that crayons are magic.We don't eat crayons. That's bad manners"
Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-34106342858701606122012-06-21T10:43:00.001-05:002012-06-21T10:43:21.789-05:00Baby LogicI am a baby. My name is Owen. I am exceedingly fond of pacifiers. I like them like my dad likes coffee, and if you take my pacifier away, I will shriek until your ears bleed.
Sometimes I get mad. Perhaps I would like to climb the stairs, and someone stops me. Life is not easy. I have no freedom. Can't talk. I misplace a toy. My brother steals one. I slam my head on the coffee table. Darn dog Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-10413623081126945542012-06-17T01:55:00.002-05:002012-06-17T01:55:54.017-05:00Happy Father's DayAlthough today is bittersweet having just lost my own dad a little over a month ago, I'm very lucky to have a husband who adores his kids as much as Christopher does. Our boys are fortunate to have such an involved and joyful dad. Happy Father's Day Christopher!
shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931359711869326822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-53157709791038770562012-06-08T00:29:00.002-05:002012-06-08T00:29:33.876-05:00The Sleep of the InnocentWe were enjoying that beautiful, peaceful time that lies somewhere between when both of the boys are finally down for the night and when we pass out from the cumulative lack of sleep combined with the relentless hustling that is parenting. On most nights, that window is quite small.
On an average night, Owen winds down and stops babbling from his crib some time around 9. Michael is usually Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-87857532008323605302012-06-05T10:30:00.000-05:002012-06-05T10:30:20.745-05:00Dog Training"Hey honey, what do think about sending Bella to one of those dog training boot camps? Wouldn't it be awesome if she just went away and came back trained up?"
"I don't know. You would probably just revert back to the old way and mess it up."
Michael quietly listens to the conversation.
Later....
Michael: "Are we going to dog training now?"
"No, we're going to the park to play."
"ButChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-13793830742592112262012-05-28T23:38:00.001-05:002012-05-28T23:38:29.519-05:00That's My BoyChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-54801765494382699912012-05-24T10:08:00.002-05:002012-05-24T10:08:43.714-05:00Just when you thought it was safe<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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We miss you.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-56463944347785998062012-05-17T23:20:00.000-05:002012-05-17T23:24:59.612-05:00LogisticsUPS talks about logistics in commercials. I work with operations folks at Dell, and we struggle over operational challenges that span the globe and swing a hundred million dollars, give or take. I've got Excel spreadsheets full of enough financial minutiae to bore the pants off of several dozen cocktail parties.
None of that compares to the exhausting complexity of getting a 3 and 1 year-old Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-6390592001822578492012-02-11T21:47:00.000-06:002012-02-11T21:47:53.322-06:00Baby Clothes ParadoxIt doesn't matter how many tubs of baby clothes you own. It could be 5 cubic yards of outfits, the result of picking up hand-me-downs from friends and dozens of pricey shopping trips to Target and Carter's.
When it's time to get the kids ready in the morning, the only thing you will find in the drawer is an outgrown 6m onesie, a strange pair of overalls, and an off-brand jersey made out of an Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-3437175230759332752012-01-15T22:54:00.003-06:002012-01-15T23:03:33.438-06:00CHANGES...
I'm not the writer in the family, but I noticed a lack of posts for say...all of 2011. The reason is named OWEN. With Michael, Chris and I could always have someone on the bench, "you take a nap, while I watch him," and vice versa. Now, with baby O in the picture, we run man to man defense 90% of the time and zone defense when one of us has a late night at work. Don't get me wrong, I shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931359711869326822noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-46816722395157380322010-10-17T21:50:00.005-05:002010-10-17T22:03:04.184-05:00Sacred Secrets of a Two Year OldHello Blogosphere, it's Shannon here so don't expect a masterpiece of writing on this one, but I had to share a little funny thing that happened between Michael and I today. We were taking a little weekend trip to Fry's Electronics to purchase a birthday present for Michael's teacher at daycare. Once we arrived at our assigned cashier, Michael placed the present gently down on the counter, and shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931359711869326822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-43555658760114956042010-09-17T09:44:00.000-05:002010-09-17T09:44:18.703-05:00Happy Friday + a "That's What He Said" UpdateWelp, friends, we have made it through another week. I made some kick butt spreadsheets, sent the great American work e-mail, and boy howdy did I drink a lot of coffee. That's just how I roll, especially in a week that the Mad Dog has decided to be a bad sleeper again.
This week also marked Shannon and my 4th anniversary. I'm not sure exactly, but I'm guessing that the odd taxonomy that equates Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-73188521911130438792010-09-14T13:32:00.002-05:002010-09-15T23:26:40.690-05:00Let the Indoctrination BeginNow that Michael's verbal and reasoning skills are getting up to speed, it's time for us to start indoctrinating him to like the things that we like. Sure, we'll take care of the stuff like reading books, enjoying healthy/locally grown/in-season food, and exercising. Yada, yada, yada. The important thing will be securing his allegiance to our sports teams of choice, the Texas Longhorns and the Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-90520166453382181292010-09-07T15:42:00.000-05:002010-09-07T15:42:22.800-05:00Sorry, DadWe all collaborated to select your grandfather name. You've always been referred to as Grumpaw or Grampaw. Michael has heard the correct name hundreds of times.
Toddlers have a way of sidetracking the best laid plans. There's a quirk somewhere in Michael's developing verbal skills. Some consonant sounds are just difficult to correctly speak at the tender age of 22 months. I'm sure that your Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-17707713134649083242010-08-30T15:15:00.000-05:002010-08-30T15:15:23.913-05:00That's What He Said (Recurring Feature)I'm going to try a new feature here. That's What He Said will be quick-hitters documenting funny things that Mad Dawg has said recently.
1. Michael has just moments ago woken up from a nap. As he's rubbing his eyes, he looks at me and says, "Daddy, I need airplane." Really? That's what you need right after waking up?
2. Scene: Mikey sitting in his high chair eating lunch. Bella is barking Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-72446756941850301612010-08-28T22:50:00.000-05:002010-08-28T22:50:51.018-05:00Daddy, I want fireworksWhen Mikey was a wee little newborn, I always wondered just what he was thinking. What did he think when he came sliding into the world under the bright lights of the delivery room? What exactly was he crying about all those late nights when he was well-fed and dry-diapered? Did he have fantastical daydreams about our gigantic heads floating above him or our strong hands always picking him up andChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-45021582098086670382010-08-23T20:23:00.003-05:002010-08-23T20:26:47.824-05:00A True Modern Day Little DudeMikey, his Lightning McQueen Potty and the iPadshannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00931359711869326822noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-33425581194125903212010-08-20T12:36:00.001-05:002010-08-20T12:41:07.247-05:00Ah, it's the little things..Mikey went poopoo in the potty. Golly, I can't believe I just typed that disgusting and childish sentence, and I apologize for bringing the bathroom to this blog. This is apparently a monumental victory in the battle for potty training.
It means that the days of cartoon character underroos are upon us. Hint to all relatives who might be thinking about a 2nd birthday present. Mikey loves Thomas Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21847496.post-33429848570972543482010-08-13T14:27:00.000-05:002010-08-13T14:27:43.294-05:00NewbieWe couldn't leave well enough alone, could we? Shannon and I find ourselves once again on that wonderful, miraculous journey to parenthood. Somewhere around Thanksgiving Day (the exact due date), we expect to welcome our new little addition to the family. Base on ultrasound confirmation of pre-natal baby junk, we know we are having another baby boy. Sorry Shannon. His nickname has quickly become Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365999223775658292noreply@blogger.com3