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Labor Day, Not Just for the Working Class
Nov 21st

Today is the day, my wife – Katina Ferguson – is giving birth to our third child. Her name will be Monica Valerie Ferguson. We’re now at the Piedmont Fayette Hospital in Fayetteville, GA and things are looking well. Our adventure started today at 1:10 AM when Tina’s water broke, from there it’s been getting the kids together, asking my brother and his wife to help, etc. I’m posting to all my social networks (Twitter, Rejaw, Plurk, Pownce, etc) using Ping.fm and posting photos on Flickr and Facebook.
- www.ping.fm
- www.flickr.com/photos/fergatron/tags/birth/
- www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=50061&id=635938172
It is Done!
This blog post will be updated as information comes. So; Monica Valerie Ferguson was born Friday, November 21, 2008 at 2:50 PM EST. A whopping 8 pounds 1 ounce.
Visit us… ah… Not Really!
For anyone who’s in town, that we know of, come and visit. We’re at Piedmont Fayette Hospital. Call me for the room number!
A Weekend with the Kids!
Sep 23rd

This weekend was like no other… my wife had some photography editing to do so I watched the kids. It was only two days, but it felt like 4 years! Looking back at it now, it really wasn’t THAT terrible. I’ve learned that if I don’t get my anger under control these kids will send me to an early grave. My issue is that I KNOW they know they know what their doing. And for some reason, in some cases, I have to sit there and take it. My attitude is, “Not on my watch, you don’t!” But in the end, it’s doing me no good by not letting them get away with some things. OMG! I’m really gonna have to start getting used to watching the kids longer than 2-3 hours.
Well; if I really think about it. It’s really my 3-year-old son testing me all the time that gets to me. He whines and cries and doesn’t listen (as often as I’d like) and then he ignores me when I’m talking to him. At that point I just lose it and want to do some damage to him. But, as a father, I’m not supposed to have those kind of feelings… or feel some kind of remorse for thinking like that. To be honest I don’t. If you cross me, I’m gonna want to cross you! Even though I feel a certain way, I’m responsible enough NOT to act on it. Again; this too will pass as soon as I spend more time with my kids, learning who they are – blah blah blah.


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