Ben and Erica Jacob Family

Why is 'pronunciation' such a long word?

2012-02-12T11:37:00.000-08:00

Peter is in love with all things dinosaurs. He frequently bypasses food in favor of playing with his dino toys. Now he only 'reads' books about dinosaurs. He will make us read to him for hours and recite every detail about the dinos - from stats and measurements to appetites and teeth length. He has a pretty good memory so each time we go through a book he remembers quite a bit of the info.

One of our favorite dinos to read about is this guy:

Pachycephalosaurus - pak-ee-SEF-uh-lo-SAWR-us

Any trouble with the pronunciation just watch the video:

Stick with Pete - he won't lead you astray when it comes to 7 syllable dinosaur names.

Buster turns 5!

2011-11-24T06:10:00.000-08:00

Here's Buster adoring his Albertasaurus play figure and matching cake. He has recently taken to dinosaurs and loves studying his "Complete Book of Dinosaurs" manual. Of all the dinosaurs in the book, only Albertasaurus has a smile on his face and that's why he likes it. He's a pretty sweet kid.

Buster has a motorized train- Gordon- who uses three AAA batteries, and Buster constantly is grieved by how they slowly loose power and Gordon fails to be the "fastest and best". So we knew right away what he needed for his birthday.

Aunt Julia gave him some toy fighter jets and one has propellers that can face forward or turn up to become like a helicopter. That was the right pick for Buster- in one mode, they're propellers, in the next, ceiling fans.

Peter as Wolverine (or Hugh Jackman?)

2011-09-25T19:20:00.000-07:00

Which is more like the real Peter? The one on top comes out quite a bit more easily than the one on the bottom. He has a matching voice to go along with the character as well. He is one tough hombre!

End of Summer

2011-09-25T19:10:00.000-07:00

The boys had a pretty good summer. A lot of lounging in the pool, popsicles, and trips to the waterpark. I think July saw me break my personal record for most times swearing at how hot I thought it was (it ain't no dry heat either). Too bad winters here are as comfortable as passing kidney stones....

Nate is Bananas

2011-09-25T18:59:00.000-07:00

Nate loves himself some banana's! One every morning - sometimes two!

Sleepy Buster

2011-09-25T18:53:00.000-07:00

Buster has never been what you'd call a cooperative sleeper. His exploits are well known even on this blog (fili-buster about mowing? see below). Here he had apparently gotten out of his bed and come down on the stairs to listen to the party we throw every time we get all 3 boys to bed - and in waiting for us to discover him - fell asleep. Cute enough not to punish him...this time.

Peter's 3rd B-Day!

2011-09-25T18:46:00.000-07:00

Peter turned 3 on September 15th - its hard to believe he isn't 13 or 23 or even 33! His cake was a big hit and, after putting out the flames from the exhaust, we let Pete dig right in. He is a very special, very funny boy!

Buster at the Water Park

2011-09-25T18:43:00.001-07:00

Here is Buster getting a bucket-full of water in his grill. He is hilarious at the park - running from under one dumping bucket right to the next.

For a Remarkable Grandma

2011-08-04T08:32:00.000-07:00

Today marks the 85th birthday of a most remarkable person: my grandma. She is and always has been a wonderful part of my life and, more recently, of my kids' lives as well. Two years ago when I visited, we took this photo-
Peter was just a baby! But he can still give that same look. Buster warmed up to Grandma then but it was really last summer that they both began to make memories. The boys and I enjoyed an especially memorable summer last year when we lived with my mom and dad while organizing a move from Connecticut to Nebraska. We often saw Grandma, and the boys truly began to know her, for which I am most grateful. Here they are with her when we were celebrating her birthday in August of 2010-When we would go over to her house, she'd give the big boys popsicles and to them I think now the two are inseparable: Great-Grandma...that means...horray!! we are having popsicles! After a refreshing treat, Buster usually wanted to go down into her basement to see if the furnace was still broken or into the shed to see her spread of lawn mowers and weed whackers. Peter's memory is of one time later in the fall when the acorns had started to fall and were collecting on the deck overlooking the ravine. He had a lovely time showing her how he could shoot them over the edge. Nathan was, of course, always with us and happy, the angel baby that he was. The next photo is one of my favorites ever, taken by my dad. You look beautiful, Grandma.
Now that we live in Nebraska, we look at pictures to remember. And we make popsicles in the Zoku. And we send letters. I love that you type yours on an old typewriter, Grandma. They're always such a treat to get in the mail. Thoughtful, and always witty. I hope you have a very happy birthday, Grandma, and that this year is the best ever for you, too.
Love, Erica, and love from Ben and the boys.

Nathan Alexander Jacob

2010-06-20T12:03:00.000-07:00

June 5, 2010. Here's how this guy decided to make his entrance. Erica and I had been minding our own business for some time (9 months?). The date of his due came and went and the doctors decided he had yet to pack his things so he needed to extend his stay in the womb just a bit. We were very relieved as our man-to-man defense was working its magic on the 2 kids we had already. Our zone defense was in need of a few more tweaks so the extra few days were quite welcome. Friday night after his due date the contractions began and we knew he was close. Erica was able to sleep throughout the night somewhat as they subsided just enough, but the next morning it was time to go to the hospital. Erica kept trying to put it off while mowing the grass and trimming the hedges and cleaning up around the house. So after the boys went down for their afternoon naps we figured we'd take a little drive to the hospital to see if our baby was ready yet.The nurses checked and he wasn't quite ready yet - still hadn't packed up his umbrella or 7 dogs playing poker painting (he wouldn't cheat if he were neutered). Since it was a Saturday and doctors control nearly everything in our universe, there was very few staff already there on duty. So the nurse that was there told us to start walking around the halls to try to convince the baby to get things rolling and that the doctor was on her way. We laughed as we thought, "Silly nurses don't know anything. What's walking around going to do?" 15 minutes later contractions had gone from 7-8 minutes to 3 minutes. But still we walked as we reflected on all the modern advances science had made in forms of birth control. 30 Minutes later the doctor, looking very calmed and relaxed and well rested, strolls into the hospital and announces to everyone within 3 zip codes, "I think we're having this baby. She looks awful!" Now that's what every 9+ month pregnant woman loves to hear - right after "So. Did you have the baby yet?" and right up there with "Are you having triplets because you look HUGE!"

The nurses ushered us back to the room where we could relax - until the doctor came and broke Erica's water. They did offer her some to drink to replace the one they broke though so...bonus. Next came the finest drugs known to woman - the epidural! In the right hands an epidural can make anything tolerable - even child birth. I had witnessed it twice before - the power of just such a drug. But this time was to be different. The anesthesiologist came in and we knew immediately we were in trouble.
He assured us that he had done thousands of these procedures before and we had nothing to worry about. Of course he didn't tell us until after that his success rate was a mere %20. True story - all joking aside. He prepared the needle - which appeared to have been on loan from the city of Seattle. It was huge. Erica said, "I'm going to pass out." (I said the same thing but no one listens to the expectant Father). To which both the nurse and good doctor simultaneously reply, "No you're not." Then she collapsed in their arms and they both got a very unwelcome surprised look on their faces. She comes around and the next thing the good doctor said when he'd finished tapping Erica's back for maple syrup was, "Its kind of crooked." Erica, still trusting of these strangers to actually attend to her bodily needs, exclaimed, "I'm going to throw up." No nurse ever moved quicker then this one did as she learned her lesson with the whole fainting ordeal. She returned the bed pan promptly enough to avoid calling in the clean up crew. All done? Not even! The crooked nature of the needle left poor Erica's right side with almost all of its feeling and the left side number than Keith Richards at a Bob Dylan concert. Repeated attempts to convince the good doctor of the discomfort went unnoticed. He even convinced himself she wasn't in any discomfort and then promptly left the room. The pain continued but eventually getting the baby out was the only thing that would stop it.

The doctor returned and now its time for delivery (not DiGiorno's). I'll spare you of the exact details of delivery but know this, the baby was 2 pounds bigger than Grant and Peter. So out he came and he was beautiful. 8 pounds and 6 ounces and 21 inches of screaming fury. They cleaned him up and wrapped him up tight and finally handed him over.
5:52 PM he was born after we had arrived at the hospital around 2:30 PM. Not bad but I challenged Erica to keep it under 2 hours the next time (The stitches come out of my lip next week BTW). Now, about the name. We have yet to decide on any name for our boys before they were born. Being as it was a Saturday and we wouldn't leave until Monday, the nurses weren't too pushy with getting us to name our child this time. They did give us a book of 50,001 baby names which did not help as we are not from Asia. Nothing felt right. Grant and Peter and Erica's mother came on Sunday to visit the little guy and one of the nurses asked Grant what his little borther's name was. He answered, "Natalie." We don't even know a Natalie so where he heard this name is quite a mystery. The nurse says, "Well maybe you can name him Nathan." Great idea! I hadn't thought of that as its too close a name to my brother Nate's but it seemed to fit just fine. So we had a first name and a good one at that. Now for the middle.
Alexander. Many will surely think it comes from Alexander the Great - the king of Macedonia and world conqueror. Others will surely attribute it to a baseball great - Grover Cleveland Alexander - Hall of Fame pitcher for the Phillies, Cubs, and Cardinals. And some of you will say it must be from Alexander Graham Bell - inventor of the telephone. All would be wrong. Alexander comes from my best friend from the first grade. He moved away after one year and I don't remember where or even his last name but the name stuck with me.

Here's one more picture for you:

Cute huh?

Grant turns 3!!!

2010-01-24T13:30:00.000-08:00

Happy Birthday to Buster!!! Erica did a great job with the cake shaped like Grant's favorite stuffed bear. Ice Cream cake - delicious

Here he's opening his new weed wacker. We figured as much as he likes to mow with Dad it wouldn't hurt to get him out on some trimming duties as well. A good birthday to say the least.

Grant and Goodnight Moon

2010-01-24T13:07:00.000-08:00

Grant can't read yet but that hasn't stopped him from memorizing his favorite book - Goodnight Moon. He has an amazing memory, as demonstrated by earlier posts that he can recognize all 50 states. He's a little too young to be called a genius (he still hasn't completed the family taxes) but he is no doubt very smart and observant.

Halloween 2009

2010-01-24T12:46:00.001-08:00

This is Grant in action - headed for the first house. If it looks like we're in a hurry that's because it was starting to rain.

Peter being Peter and giving one of his classic serious looks when he should be smiling. He had a great time.

The 2 boys before we headed out. Grant actually had a scary pirate costume to where but he was too scared to put it on - classic Grant. Fortunately for us, he has pajamas that double as an outfit for a Republican.

Peter doing his part to carve the pumpkin - his tool of choice was his teeth. He actually took a few bites and I think we skipped his dinner that night too, so...bonus.

Grant here is doing the grunt work on the pumpkin. Nothing springs this boy into action faster than an opportunity to make a mess. The Jack-o-Lantern turned out to be needless as we didn't even get 1 trick-or-treater all night. Maybe next year.

Camping at Watkins Glen

2010-01-24T12:10:00.000-08:00

We went camping in Watkins Glen NY with Erica's parents and brother Adam and his wife Dorothy over Columbus Day weekend. Here's Grandpa Mark holding his favorite grandson Grant. (I wasn't sure if this picture would come out so nice because of their camouflage but it looks great.)

Here are the 2 boys warming up by the fire after a cold night's sleep. It was cold even with all of us in the same tent together; but not cold enough to prevent tossing and turning, the occasional crying outburst, or the need to pee and I only speak of myself.

This is the Gorge Trail we walked. Its pretty cool. I recommend a visit if you ever find yourself 5 hours from New york City, 3 hours from Rochester, and 15 minutes from the nearest mullet grooming salon. (You'll know you're close by all the Iroc Zs)

The Gorge Trail is not too hard to describe even for a stooge like myself. Its a Trail that traverses the inside of a ......Gorge. All kidding aside, its very cool. Here the trail goes under the stream which has slowly been carving the gorge since the latest Ice Age (or at least since the very first Ice Age movie came out!)

Here's a view of Base Camp Echo (sounds cooler adding random word). It was our launching point for various expeditions to the latreen, playground, sling shot target range, and hiking paths. This picture represents the majority of how our time was divided - making a fire while discussing the latest trends in plaid and food preparation. It was a great trip.

Hike up Mount Tom

2009-10-25T10:37:00.000-07:00

After the first leaves here began to change, we took a hike up Mount Tom - its really more of a hill and so it was really more of a walk. But anyway, Grant walked/hiked most of the way up and almost all the way down. At the top there is this 300 year old tower you can climb up in and check out the surrounding area. The camera did not do the view justice though. Its been a good year for leaf peeping in New England this year.

This is the old, old, old tower. It's old BTW.

Here is the view from the top. Leaves just beginning to change and there really was more color but the photo stinks. Our house is off to the right of the picture's view.

Grant and Peter at the base of the tower. There was a swarm of Ladybugs and this is one of the few moments they weren't swatting at them.

Grant's Filibuster

2009-06-28T15:07:00.000-07:00

Grant uses a great many techniques to get what he wants. Whining, begging, crying, repeating, singing, stealing, throwing, bargaining, bartering, bribing; and now we can add.....filibustering (just like Congress). He usually does it at night when he is way too tired and does not want to got to bed or even be told to go back to bed. So he'll just ignore you and keep talking over you in an attempt to win some more awake time. It doesn't work, except we listen until its over as it is hilarious. But it does make for great blogging! This attempt is full of his favorite thing ever - mowing and weed wacking.

Peter's Laugh

2009-06-28T15:02:00.000-07:00

This is the hardest Peter has ever laughed. All Grant's doing. And yes, he did pee his pants, but then again he always does.

Grant is Obsessed with Mowing

2009-06-28T14:40:00.000-07:00

Everyday Grant wakes up and wants to mow the grass. Everyday! When I finally get to go out and mow he has to hold my hand (or maybe I have to hold his?) until we're finished. It takes a lot longer than it used to. Anyway, after watching me start the mower so many times here he demonstrates his vast knowledge of starting the mower. We'll cover what to do once we get it going in a later video. Really.

This is Grant demonstrating what to do with the mower once its started and what happens when the grass catcher gets full. He covers maintenance as well. The little guy is amazing at how fast he catches onto things. Of course when its time to get Dad a cold drink, the newspaper, and a foot rub, the kid pretends I'm speaking Swahili.

Little Leap Gets Mowed

2009-06-28T14:27:00.000-07:00

This must have been a rainy day out and Grant had brought his mower inside for some practice. He has this talking stuffed animal frog that says the alphabet and stuff. He's called Little Leap. Well, Little Leap was just minding his own business one day in the reading room when Grant found him relaxing on the carpet. As Grant had already made a few passes through the rest of the house he quickly fixed his sights on some fresh frog blood. Peter made several desperate attempts to save the reptile friend but to no avail. The cameraman was apparently held hostage by her own laughter and could only hope her chuckles would console Little Leap as his fate played out before her. Grant must have had the mower set to 'mulch' as he left the machine on top of the victim for some time to ensure full choppage. Just another day in the life of the boy obsessed with mowing.

The Baseball Trip

2009-06-28T13:58:00.000-07:00

Here is the only surviving evidence of our trip to Chicago/Milwaukee (there had been some doubts as to our whereabouts by some of the wives). We in fact did make it to Milwaukee and here we are. It actually was a great game, one of the best i've been in attendance for. The kettle corn was the best ever and I'm not a big kettle corn fan. I had 3 chorizo sausages and then almost threw them all up during the sausage race. It was awesome! Milton Bradley has still not recovered from our heckling.

Empire Strikes Back comes to Bantam

2009-03-22T14:13:00.000-07:00

Peter is one noisy critter. He has his quiet moments but its pretty much all or nothing. His amplifiers definitely go to "11" - thank you Spinal Tap. No in between. He even makes noise whenever he eats and I have finally pinpointed the sound. Here is the best example we could get on video:

The following is the link to the noise I knew so well as a kid (you have to copy and paste it):

http://www.digital-audio.net/_aude/empire/tauntaun.mp3

It's a Hoth-hopping Tauntaun from The Empire Strikes Back!

I finally solved the mystery! We call him Tauntaun whenever he does the noise now and Grant, like any jealous older brother, imitates him to a tee.

I couldn't resist sharing this despite how nerdy I must look now. But, if this odd bodily function wasn't enough - just read the post below. I'm all about posting my kids' noises for all to enjoy. And may you all visit soon as these posts barely do the sounds justice. Much better in person.

Grant's Nugget

2009-03-22T13:40:00.001-07:00

Grant has been potty training for sometime now and is supposed to say "Pee-poop" when its time to go to the toilet. He does a pretty good job at this although sometimes he only tells us so we'll remove his already soiled diaper with said "Pee-poop". So now Erica and I talk about his progress as we await that blessed day without any diapers, wipes, or running pants-down to the toilet (Grant's pants that is). In fact, as I get home from a long day at the office, it's first and foremost on my mind and we usually have the following conversation:

Ben: I'm home. How are you ____? (insert your choice of term of endearment)

Erica: Fine. How was work?

Ben: ______. (insert your choice of soul-crushing sob story)

Erica: That's nice dear.

Ben: Did Grant poop while I was gone?

Erica, for a while, had the same 2 or 3 answers to the question:
1. Yes, a lot.
2. No. Not at all
3. He's gotta go now. Can you take him?
But one day she added the following to her answers:
Yes, but only a nugget.
It would be an adequate description as many of his future "prospecting" attempts would only profit us a "nugget".

Anyway, this is going far too in depth for such a short punch-line. The other night we we're sitting at the dinner table scarfing down the "mass-quantities" and Grant had bad "wind". He let loose on a few (which turned out to be a mere drum-roll) and then we got the grand finale. It stopped us mid-bite as we tried to assess how much of our son would be missing. He looked at us and said "That was a nugget!" Never before had man been so proud of his own offspring. We couldn't stop laughing and I swear Erica said "Pee-poop" as she was unable to help herself to the bathroom. Just kidding honey. It was hilarious.

Grant at Home Depot

2009-03-08T18:42:00.000-07:00

Here is Grant at the local Home Depot. They have a great program where you can take your kids there and build some toys with them. This one was a mini racetrack and two cars. He's still a bit young to handle the tools himself - Erica helped out a lot - but he had fun anyway.

More of the boys....

2009-02-15T18:17:00.000-08:00

I probably should have put a disclaimer on this post about the level of cuteness on display - sorry about that.

2009-02-14T14:43:00.000-08:00

It has been too long since we last posted and just wanted to add something before the boys went to college : P This Grant making Peter laugh - Grant is one funny kid and constantly surprises us with how observant he is. He is taking to Peter like big brother should and we think they'll be buddies. Peter is huge and just went 4 days without making doo-doo. That's not why he''s huge though. He's just big, even bigger than Grant was at the same age. They are our main source of entertainment definitely.

CHRISTMAS 2008

2008-12-28T18:25:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas to everyone. Hope yours was great because ours rocked the house! Grant was so much fun and the video evidence below is fairly indisputable. The first one was him opening his stocking and finding some of his favorite treats. The next one is actually when he first comes down to find Christmas. We had set-up some of his presents so he could play with them right away but he was too "Wowed" by the fire to even notice. It took some convincing and coercing to get him to realize what was going on but when he caught on there wasn't one present that he didn't open - his or not. Peter slept through half of it and was a mere spectator for most of the day. Erica and I enjoyed a great day of a warm fire, merry music, good food, long naps, and cheese...yes cheese. For dinner, we went with the never-fail staple of pizza - Grant loved it. A pretty awesome day to say the least.

Grant's Second Birthday

2008-11-24T16:51:00.000-08:00

Grant turned two last Friday and we took him to this inflated indoor playground called the "Jump Zone". He was extremely hesitant at first to go on anything or even near anything without us. We thought we had made mistake by bringing him their for about 25 minutes and then the light just went on and he got it. Every time we went down a slide he would get done and say "Again, again." He could not get enough. I must admit I had great time too. The best part about the place is that adults can go on everything too. He dragged us around the place for another hour and we were all exhausted when we could finally convince him to leave. It was a good idea after all and next time we go it will be that much better. We all went home and took a much needed nap and had an early dinner. Cake and ice cream came after and then the presents - play-doh, a new-ish kid's work bench with tools, a thermos and stuffed animal. It was great. Happy Birthday Grant!

Grant and Peter

2008-11-09T17:09:00.000-08:00

Grant and Peter. As big as Grant is Peter is catching up fast.

Grant's First Word.....

2008-11-09T16:48:00.000-08:00

....even though now he can hardly say the same word we still count it as the first word. Sure, he said "Hot", "Dog", "No", and others before "Umbrella" but those one syllable words don't count. This video is quite a few months old but good nonetheless. There are more videos on the way but I realize showing you all of Grant's tricks on one post would blow up a server somewhere or something like that - the kid is amazing.

HALLOWEEN 2008

2008-11-02T16:50:00.001-08:00

We all had a great time at Halloween this year. It was Grant's first experience with Trick or Treating and he was so fun to watch. He immediately knew what to do; ask for your treat, say thank you, and move on to the next treat giver as soon as possible. He never once stopped to try to eat his candy. We went up to Litchfield, the next town over, as the police close down a whole neighboorhood and set up lights and patrol the scene so its safe - kind of like how all our lives will be when Barack takes over the White House. Anyways, its great fun and the street fills up with people from 5 PM until 9 PM and theres haunted houses and everyone dresses up - except for us. After attempting to make Grant into a ghost this year - he would keep pulling the sheet off of his head...who knew? - we had enough Red Sox gear to make that his costume.

Little Slugger.

Note the right-handed 'Ted Williams' stance. Can you say '.406'?

Even Peter got in on the night.

All the boys waiting for Mom to finish taking pictures so we can get us some candy.

Here's action footage of the boy's first piece of Trick or Treat ever! I was definitely more excited than he was although once he figured out what all the buzz was about - candy - he went nuts.

After a few Treats and no Tricks in sight, the boy started to pick up speed and was dragging us from house to house.

Grant Benjamin Jacob

2008-10-26T16:40:00.000-07:00

Grant is a big boy. He keeps us on our toes by usually keeping on our toes. He eats everything you give him and most of what you try to keep from him, as in the video below. His sense of humor is definitely from the 'Jacob' side and he's quick to use it. Nothing against any of your kids, but Grant is probably better than all of them. Its true...just ask Mom.

This is Grant eating an onion...speaks for itself.

Grant was getting ready for the Red Sox game and imitating me with my shoes and glasses - Erica set this one up all the way but I could not have been prouder.

Grant has been hilarious for some time now. Here he is only a few months old trying, and failing, not to fall asleep. I think he had been doing this for sometime before Erica got the camera on him.

Peter Maxwell Jacob

2008-10-19T09:02:00.000-07:00

Peter Maxwell showed up a few days late but once he decided to make the trip, it went really fast. Erica was feeling contractions the Sunday after her due date - September 10th - and that night called the doctor to see what he advised. All he said was, "If you're in pain, go to the hospital." Thanks. Ten years of medical schooling and that's what he says...bozo. So we wait it out at home and overnight the contractions subside a bit but they pick up again in the morning. We call the doctor's office and luckily he's not there. The phone answerer says to go to the hospital and get checked - so we do. Note: phone answerer probably had less schooling than bozo doc and got us to do what she said. Nice. Anyway, the hospital admits Erica and checks her out and says she's barely a '2' (but will always be '10' to me). The nurse says she'll call bozo doc and see what he wants to do with us but said he'd probably just keep us there. We did not want to be there 4 days and in labor for 84 hours. A lot of waiting followed. Bozo doc comes into the room which has a nice 'whirlwind' draft to it due to my endless pacing. He immediately says he'll be inducing her and how he would anyway in a day or two because she's so overdue and before we can say 'peep' he's broken her water. This is about 9:45 AM. OK. They induce labor with the drugs and we're on our way to child number 2.
I make a few phone calls, not to any of you who are reading this obviously, and Erica asks for the good drugs that I'm not allowed to see them inject in her - thankfully. More pacing ensues while Erica tries to sleep/relax. Around 11:30 the nurse comes back in and checks on her 'progress'. All I see is her surprised look and she says, "The head is right there. Don't move." She then runs out of the room to where we know not. We didn't think we heard her right until she comes back with all the delivery stuff and more nurses and they're calling the bozo doc. They kept saying stuff like 'push' and 'head' and 'good drugs' and 'not yet'. The baby was going to get here before the bozo doctor would. They get Erica all ready and the finally the doc shows up to earn his money. He states something obvious like, "We're having this baby right now", and starts putting on the scrubs. Before he can finish he's already saying 'push' and he gets all dressed just in time for the last push. 12:05 PM and Peter Maxwell was born. 6 pounds 13 ounces. 21 inches long. Long legs and arms and really skinny, just like his Dad.

If you're reading this....

2008-10-19T08:44:00.000-07:00

...than you must already know how we got to be "Us" and who we are. We'll spare you going over those details again. What we will be reviewing is what the latest 'stuff' is. And when there isn't any new stuff...I'll make some up...so pay attention.