Flippin Flip Is Finally Fixed

White men can't dance, sure, but what about white babies?
No one ever makes fun of white babies.

Citizen Kiki riding public transportation.



Daygame in April: Kian can wave!

Hippity hoppin on the skoot.

Daddy Goes Down

I've hardly raced all year, so why did I have choose tonight? I almost didn't go, and then when I went I almost didn't race because some friends had just finished their race and were going to stroll home easily and get a beer en route. I was tempted but then a teammate called me out, so I feel like I was forced to race. I needed the workout, I wanted to race, so it wasn't hard to twist my arm.

5 or 6 laps into a 35-lap race some young clown on a semi-pro canadian team who was sitting on the front as we nailed it at 30+mph decided to give the whole peleton that infamous "look". NEVER look back when you've got dudes on your wheel: the first 10-12 guys went down like a trainwreck and I was right in the middle. I lost some skin in very interesting patterns and the bruising on my leg might be equally as artistic in the morning, but what really hurts is that both my wheels might have been lost. My DA front is for sure a goner and the rear is a wonky mess. I won't even mention the retail value of these, let alone my very excellent replacement price: ouch!

Could've been worse, but I could have been swilling a mid-ride beer with bicycle buds while that bike wreck was going on. Could have been waaaaaaaaay better.

Could've been worse.

Long Time Slackin

Play ball!

Its been months now since I've had a regular habit of blogging and now that summer is a coming and so are the grandparents, maybe its a mute effort to start up again now? Naw, who am I kidding: that attitude ignores that I'm doing this for us as much as for anyone else and I've got quite a few pics that need a place on the internet to land. Here are a few of the older pics on our cameras and to follow there will be more, hoping to bring us back up to speed over the next few days.

Spring is here and spring is baseball; baseball has sprung and Kian has sprouted! Kian has had his glove out and is getting his swing down and his arm in shape. He's got a pretty mean little cut, check out the vid. Kian and I coasted down the hill on our bikes to the ballpark last month and caught the most important innings before we'd all had enough (Mariners, especially). We used to have a clear shot of the stadium from our kitchen window but new green leaves on trees have obscured that view.

These parting shots below are from an evening along the central California coast on my way back up from a cycling "training camp" with friends in Los Alamos, CA. 2,500 glorious but spendy miles in the Tortuga! Worth every CO2 particle emitted.

Big City Beach Days: Two Of 'Em

Kiki riding shotgun in the Rickshaw.

One warm day in April we loaded the family and some lunch goodies into the Tortuga and headed out to Alki with the urban masses to enjoy some sun: it was a distant sun, but if you dared bare your skin and ignored the goosebumps, you could faintly feel the solar radiation and could almost imagine that a warm and tropical place existed in the world. Shit, we had fun out there, pics don't lie, check it here!



A few days or weeks later, I forget now, Kian and I took the RV the other direction and parked on Lake WA no more than 2-miles from the house, but waterside. We kicked around on the paths and trails, and I towed Kian in the chariot up Lake WA Blvd to Seward Park with our friend Jonny. Another supergreat day out and about.

Ooooops, Another Month Down

Where to start? How about right now! A few months ago I was about to come clean about how Kian had become this little unruly guy that Annie and I just couldn't control. He was smarting off non-stop, was having tantrums non-stop, and we couldn't figure out what we were doing wrong but as parents we second guessed our talents and our strategies. We thought about counseling, started reading more books and baby raising blogs, but sometime in the past month or two he's magically shaped up and he's back to being the more reasonable, happy little man that he used to be. We relieved, really really relieved, and life is a little easier.

It could be, as has been the case on an almost constant basis since his birth, that he just trained us. It might have just taken us those 4-6 months to respond correctly to his actions as we finally hit on the correct formula.