Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Help Me Pimp My Ride and ReGain My Dignity

So, if you have read our other blog, you can see Begina talked me into a mini-van, or spacious, high occupancy vehicle (Thanks Kristen). I want to make this interactive. You will help me:

1. Choose or pick a name or theme for the Mini Van.
- Big Red
- Maroon Mommy Mobile
- Red, Just Like My Face While In Motion
- Vandela
- Red Headed Step Child (no offense to red heads or step children)
- But Kyle....It's Convenient
- Hot Space
- Arkansas Hot Sauce
- Red Cavern
- You Drive a What?
- Other (Suggestions welcome on the postings page)


2. At the Advice of one of my cool friends, new "Dubs":
for our new whip. You can also vote on your favorite rims too! Follow the link below and it should show our ride in the color we have. You pick the rims, they are automatically placed in the picture! Go Here to start the search...

A fine example:

Landon the Levitator

There comes a point in a young parents life where they realize that some things are just going to happen. Protect and guide your children to the best of your abilities, but there will always be that certain time where those tots rise above authority and attempt to boldly fly into uncharted lands.

In this case, it could have been a mere case of not keeping our children grounded. Who would have known that viewing David Blaine or Criss Angel in utero, or as a small toddler for that matter, would have caused such a direct impact.

Be careful parents. Your unintentional actions will affect your children, and I am living proof. One day your children will do something so incredibly unbelievable, time will literally cease to move. Monday was that day for me.

I got home from work and took Landon and Beastie out to play. Landon did his normal routine. Mow the yard with his bubble mower, throw his little plastic balls across the yard and run after them, throw Beast his toy, ex. But this day was different. A look of subtle defiance shown in his eyes as if to say "I've been waiting for this moment my whole life."

Then it happened. Landon has been known to get some sick air with his Jordan's or Shox, but this day he was especially light on his feet. Though slowly, he began to rise with a newfound fervor. To my horror, I realized that Landon was a Levitator. "Why would you need to
levitate," I asked him. He responded "huh" and did it again.




Is this a malicious act of disobedience, or simply a cry for help? We simply don't know at this point. We thought we were at the apex of our communication with him only to realize our little boy had progressed to a higher rung on the ladder.

Let this serve as a warning to you parents. Before you know it, your children are over your head, or at least even with it.

KP