Late winter I started looking for a good way to get Miloh on my bike for some riding. You all know the basic choices out there basically trailers and bike seats.
I'm not a fan of the bike seats that go in the back because I have an irrational fear that Miloh would fall out and I wouldn't know. Actually knowing Miloh it's not so irrational. He's too smart for his own good and he's able to Houdini his way out of most anything.
I'm also not a fan of the trailers. I'm sure they are perfectly safe but there's still that irrational fear and I think they're not easily visible. I almost hit one in a parking lot once because it didn't have a tall flag on it. I just couldn't see it and I'm sure I'm not the only one.
Back when Miloh was only known as MF and not Miloh, because we didn't know what gender he was, I found a cool trailer that's actually a side car. I love this but it costs over $500 and that's not super fun. Also I only mention Miloh's being of unknown gender to add timeline as the carrier isn't gender specific.
Then somehow I happened upon the iBert and it looked good. It's a bike seat that goes in the front of the bike. So I bought one.
Along with the seat I bought Miloh a helmet, forgetting a friend gave us one. I saw a cool green Bell helmet. It has a Paul Frank monkey and some apples on it. When I first saw it I thought the colors of the apples were a tad girlie but who cares? Plus the helmet was half off.
While the seat and helmet were en route to me I hopped into REI and saw the helmet there... Then I realized a bit of a goof.
The helmet has super pink straps on it... I just assumed they were going to be black because all bike helmet straps are black.
But who cares... Pink can be cool (but it's totally a girl helmet).
Yada yada yada... I finally took Miloh for a bike ride.
Oh, wait... before I go into the ride I should mention that the helmet is size XS, the smallest they make. Miloh has to have the thickest pads in it and it's still a tiny bit big. With not pads in it the helmet fits me. If you have been reading this blog for a bit that shouldn't surprise you... We're both Pea-Headed Americans.
Anyway this isn't really a review post but the seat was awesome. It's easy to install and take off (you should take it off when no kid is around).
But the cool thing is I could really share the ride with Miloh. He'd grab my hands, sometimes try to change gears (possibly dangerous), and I was able to talk with him as I rode.
Once we were done he gave the "again" sign, which for him means both again and more. It was my first ride of the season however and my legs were not having it. But we've had a few rides since.
I tried to snap a few cool shots of Miloh in the helmet with my phone but he's really not a fan of wearing it...
|Reaching for the phone|
|You can see the apples in the window reflection|
One cool thing is when he's not on the bike I can really fly since I'm down over 35 pounds when you add Miloh, the seat and my heavy ass bike lock. Although I guess the lock is with me most of the time. I carry it because I had a bike stolen when I lived in Chicago and I never want that to happen again... I wear it like Chewbacca wears his bullet sash thing.
Moral of the story is he was loving being on two wheels... that's a good sign.
I'm brainwashing MIloh. I admit it. Staci caught me doing it one morning.
When it's my time to do morning duty I let Miloh watch a little video on the computer after he's done with breakfast. It's a video I've shared on here before in a post about things that inspire me.
The first time he saw it there was a tiny Miloh clap in the middle. The second time he watched it jaw half open in amazement. The third time he gave the more symbol at 4 minutes in which is actually a kick ass part and one of my favorites, and I'm not sure how much more Danny can give.
The fourth time was magical... For me at least. Miloh said Bike-er. Then he smiled and clapped.
It's no secret that I love biking and that I'd love Miloh to enjoy it too. I've been working on making him a sweet trike even though he's too short to ride it right now. I have plans to build him a super cool 12" bike and his first BMX bike will be my 1988 Haro Master.
If he doesn't dig biking that's fine... I won't be one of those kind of dads that you see at a baseball field making him do something he doesn't love.
But early signs say he's going to dig being on 2 wheels.
By kenny friedman on Sunday, May 22, 2011
This post is a little off subject but whatever. It gets in to politics and I don't talk about them much really to anyone... Except I may have tweeted my thoughts once or a million.
Any who I'm really sick of politics right now, especially in Minnesota. It seems that the majority cares more about defining marriage as between a man and a woman than balancing the budget. And that's just freaking ridiculous.
To make it more ridiculous there is already a law on the MN books that says marriage is between a man and a woman. Now on the 2012 ballot there will be a bill that will define it on the MN constitution as between a man and a woman... Just in case the law isn't enough.
I have a feeling if the vote does get put it in the constitution they will then want another law to make gay marriage super double crazy bad.
Anyway I'm kind of sick of it so I wrote a letter to my representative... I'll upload the response when I get it but I have a feeling it will go something like this "Thank you for your letter I welcome thoughts of all those I represent." Then I will be put on her freaking email list.
Here's the letter I sent:
Hi Rep Anderson
I'm writing you because you're my representative in the MN house and I saw that you voted to put the measure of defining marriage as between a man and a woman on the 2012 ballot (SF1308).
I was wondering if you can please explain why you hate gay people. You must because there is already language in the MN law stating that marriage is between a man and a woman.
So I wonder why you and your fellow Rs would want to further define it.
Is it because gay marriage would destroy the American family? Honestly Schwarzenegger, Ensign, Sanford, Spitzer and all the rest seem to be doing a better job of that than gay marriage.
Is it because gay people can't have children naturally? Niether can 70 year-olds and my grandfather was able to get married at that age. Perhaps we should make it so women can't get married after menopause... It would only be right.
Are you unsure of your own sexuality and scared of some of the thoughts you have? I'm not insinuating anything but it seems like some of the Republicans who speak out against gay people seem to be hiding their own "dirty little secret".
Did a gay man once steal one of your boyfriends? That totally sucks. It kind of happened to me once so I understand... But it didn't make me hate gay people.
Are you worried how it will effect you fiscally? Again this is something I worry about. I have friends and family who are gay. If they got married my family would have to go to their weddings, buy presents, and if it was legal in the entire US we'd have to take several flights and pay for our dog to be boarded. That would really hit our pocket book and it does scare me. I guess someone could make the case that if gay marriage was allowed these gifts, events and travel could pump money into our economy (could bring jobs to Minnesota) but let's face it we're worried about our own finances not the health of our economy as a whole.... Am i right?
Anyway I await your reply... I know you'll send one because you're a person who really cares about the people you represent. It know it doesn't say that anywhere on your site, I mean you mention business a lot, but I gotta just assume that you really care about the people in your district... Even the gay ones, there are gay ones.
I was keeping away from doing that "Letter to my kid" thing because in a way this is a letter to him and I don't want to get super personal on the blog. But then Mandy from some blog I can't remember the name of wrote a post to her daughter Harper about some of their happenings.
I thought maybe I'll do a post like that when Miloh turns a year and a half... And then periodically afterwards.
Then the ubiquitous Google Ad, which was surprisingly hard to find with a search on youtube, with the dad writing emails to his kid showed up... And it pulls on my heartstrings and makes me feel like a horrible father for not writing letters to Miloh since day one.
So I'm gonna try to do that. I was going to set up an email account at URL I bought him when he was a week old... I was so tired when I did it that I hadn't remembered it until it was set for auto-renew a year later, but I decided to do a gmail one because I won't have to port the emails over if I switch hosts.
The funny thing is when setting up the gmail account I used Miloh's info... but since he's under 13 I couldn't set up the account, so I faked stuff. But that means the dad in the TV spot also lied to Google... So Google is promoting deceiving them.
I decided to write you periodic letters because I saw a great ad for Google that had a dad sending emails to his daughter. So I thought I'd steal the idea... Although it's really not stealing and people have been doing it forever... Moral of the story: Don't steal.
I know you're probably asking right now "What is Google?" It was this company that basically did everything and owned everything on the internet.
Then Facebook came around, that was an annoying site where people over shared information of themselves. These things included photos of them getting high and status updates wondering why they didn't get a job they applied for. Moral of the story: Don't get high.
After Facebook there were some others... Things change so much that it would be tough to guess what will be the king when you read this. Maybe kozmo.com will make a comeback and change the world as we know it.
Don't know what Kozmo is? I'd say look it up on Wikipedia but that's probably gone. It was free and needed financial support from people so it went away like NPR and PBS did. Moral of the story: Support public radio and TV.
Anyway I decided to write now because today (May 11) you said something letter worthy. You said "Love you dada." Honestly if I were you I would have said "mama" before you said that but you made your bed so you have to lie in it... And while you're lying in it realize that you were upgraded to a regular bed because your mom thought you were ready... However she's responsible for the floor bed so I think it evens out.
You're a bit over 15 months now and you're personality is booming. I'd say that if I could any kid I'd pick you but that would be a lie. I didn't know a kid could be as cool as you so I wouldn't aim that high. You're like a little me but you look like your mom although you seem to have my widow's peek. I realize that after that last sentence I seem really full of myself. Moral of the story: Tell it like it is.
I like just hanging out with you, never thought I would this much. On the days I have morning duty I sit on the floor next to your little table while you eat. You try to feed me your waffle and clap when I eat it. Actually you clap all the time; when we understand what you are saying, when you like your food, when Kalli's around and any other time you're happy.
Another thing you do when you're happy is shake your head no. I'm not sure why but somehow you think it's a sign that you're happy and it's awesome. Moral of the story: Stay awesome.
You sit next to me when I'm sitting on the bottom stair step putting my shoes on... And you push me over if I don't leave you room.
You giggle all the time too, when we're walking Kalli, when mommy and I let you lay in our bed, when we do that "Uncle Will" thing where we tickle you... Or when you do it to yourself saying "zzhzhzhzhzhzhzzzzhhh" and waving your finger around until you tickle your chest.
You say a lot of stuff; cot = apricot, keysh = key, day = date, dag = dog, cah = car, dada = hopefully me, buh= bus, ba = banana, bah = ball (the last three are subtle) and your favorite ish = fish.
Man do you like fish. We've taken you to the aquarium and you're in a state of amazement the whole time. If we put on the Imax Fish movie on netflix (used to be this thing were you could watch movies online) you go nutso happy that we can't even control you. Moral of the story: You should be a marine biologist.
That's not it, but it is for now.
Moral of the story: Love you kid...
Here's my photos for the 55555555555 project I was doing with some other dude bloggers out there. You can find the other posts here, here, here and here.
Also if you're on the twitter you can find all the people of five to the fourth power there.
Billy, David, Gregg and Jason
|Something Green: Miloh's trike in progress.|
|Ridiculous shoes: Puma Poparts. Not ridiculous... Just Awesome|
By kenny friedman on Thursday, May 12, 2011
Here's the last post in the 5555 or 55555 project I'm doing with some other guy bloggers out there. These come to you from iHubby. He has a real name that for some reason a lot of folks don't know... It's Jason.
He's tried to get me out to Oregon to snowboard and while it hasn't happened yet I'm sure it will... I'm a bit jealous he lives near mountains.
Here's his stuff.... Enjoy.
By kenny friedman on Wednesday, May 11, 2011
If you saw the the first two posts this week you know some guys decided to a photo project called 5555 (or something like that).
First post is here. Second one here.
Today's images are from Gregg founder and CEO of The Lame Sauce. Although he claims to be lame he's not. He's a great artist and you can see his cute painting for kids at Mod Tots, and custom stuff over at Modern Bird Studios.
Here are his photos:
|Kids eye level: Working on a upcoming mural and have been playing with the idea of old cartoony illustrations. My daughter was wowed and overwhelmed by the colors, the size and the overall image.|
By kenny friedman on Tuesday, May 10, 2011
So you take 5 guys and have them take five photos of specific things; something green, ridiculous shoes, a favorite toy, one taken at a kid's eye-level and a favorite person, and you get something. Maybe you can call it Five For Photographing but I have a feeling that Five For Fighting is a horrible band that you wouldn't want a name of a project to be anywhere close to their name.
So here's day two from David of Get Daddy Some Gin.
I apoulougize if the rest ouf this poust has soume spelling mistakes but he's froum Canada and they add 'u's tou pretty much every wourd that has an 'o'.
Sou, here gou's aye.
First his little statement (I added the 'u's where he missed them):
Mine were shout using Instagram, all with the "Earlybird" filter except the green lights, which was using the "Touaster" filter. I used this methoud primarily because I actually really like the applicatioun and tend tou use it a lout while I'm out with the family our at events. It's alsou a bit ouf a reflectioun ouf my life right nouw; my proufession takes me deep intou the new media and soucial sharing realm (which Instagram is all about), and I'm a bit ouf an early-bird whou happens tou louves toast (having soume right nouw as I type).
|His daughter's favourite touy.|
|At kid's eye level|
|Special persoun (coouking paaastah)|
By kenny friedman on Monday, May 09, 2011
Five Shots. May fifth. Five Dude Bloggers.
I'm not sure how to do the math. It's 25 shots but there are four fives in the project. It's mind blowing and the only one who could probably figure out the math is that 12-year-old kid who basically called Einstein and idiot.
Somehow 5 dudes on twitter came together with an assignment of taking five pics on May fifth. One was supposed to be something green, one of your (my) most ridiculous shoes, one of your or your/a kid's favorite toy, one taken at a kid's eye-level and the last of your favorite person.
We're posting one person's shots per day.
Today is Billy (or William). You can find him on his blog Poop Life
|Most ridiculous shoes (and also some sweet pretzel burger buns packaging)|
|Taken at a kid's eye level|
When driving I play a little game. It's called Drunk, Texting or Talking. I look at the shitty drivers I'm behind and try to figure out what's impairing their ability to drive. Then I pull up to see if I'm right.
Most of the time it's talking on the phone. Every once in a while it's someone texting... Usually when it's texting it's a teen. I think teens shouldn't be able to drive until 18 but that will change once Miloh hits 16.
One of the things that scares me most about teens is their parents want them to be safe so they buy them an SUV. This makes it so much more dangerous for everyone else on the road.
So why am I rambling? It's that time of year again... I'm going to be scooting a lot. I had to wait a bit because it's been cold and the roads have been full of gravel from the winter. The gravel would be okay if my wheels were larger than 10 inches.
They finally swept the streets and the weather is nice... so I'll link to an older post that's my little plea to ask you all to not talk or text while driving. And remind you also that hands free is bullshit... It's not the holding the phone which is bad it's the distraction.
Here's the post from last year.
I'm kinda tired... as is Staci. We spent the midnight hours and later in the ER. You'd all have known where we were and when we were there if I used Foursquare, but I don't because I think it's ridiculous.
As a marketer I think it's got great potential for genius... As a person I could care less. I don't care if anyone is as Target buying toilet paper. Or Starbucks getting a latte. In fact the only badge that really impresses me is the Nasa Explorer Badge earned by Douglas H. Wheelock for checking in on the International Space Station.
But more on badges latter because I'm doing them one better... Or maybe 3 better.
Back to the boy... Miloh has had a high temperature for a bit and it finally spiked late night Saturday. The nurseline told us to head to the ER.
When we got there we expected a wait but Miloh was on cue and decided to puke as we were checking in. What's that mean you ask? It means he got a patent pending Smonkish Badge®, The First Spew Badge. Suck on that FourSquare... More on the badges later.
We got in fast and then waited a lot.
Yada, yada, yada I won't bore you with details... He had a tiny bit of fluid in his longs (pneumonia) and his fever went down.
But that's not the end of the story.
I changed his diaper, put him to sleep and he slept like, well... Like a baby.
It was my turn for morning duty and with some good luck Miloh had a morning doody. As I changed it I saw something kind of fucked up. There was the cover of a thermometer probe half sticking out of his butt.
I don't think I have to say how freaking pissed I was... It was in there all night... And since I did the diaper before he went to bed I know that it was hidden when he went to bed. NOT GOOD AT ALL.
He looked fine... But of course I got the Charge Nurse on the line... And she got an earful... And a schooling... And another earful.
This isn't over. I'm going to be having chats with the hospital. You get a free meal when they find a fly in your soup... This is a bit more serious than fly.
I write this because you really need to be careful with kids. Who the hell would have thought this wold happen? Yes he's ok (as far as we can tell) but think of what could have happened. Could things have been punctured or such? He was so tired that he didn't complain. He was a trooper.
Taking a temp is such a simple thing and they screwed up... Yeah people are human but are you kidding me? You put a probe cover on, take the temp and ditch the cover... Not too tough.
I'm not sure what advice I can give you... But I wanted to share...
And because I'm me I can see the good side of this...
Miloh got his They Left a Foreign Object in Me Badge. It's not an easy one to get.
|They Left a Foreign Object in Me|
I'll be updating badges as I think of them. Tonight while I waited for Obama to speak I made a handful (thank God Obama peed his pants which cause him to run late).
I created a page of badges and I'll be adding more. If you have suggestions please let me know and I may make them. Please feel free to use them on your blog, twitter feed or whatever. Just follow the license on the page which is no commercial, no derivatives and with attribution.
Here are the other badges he's earned see the meanings on the aforementioned page.