Perfectly Legal Adventures

   We have a few heavy duty pieces of baby gear. Beyond just a crib and a Pack N Play and a manlyvan. No, I'm talking about the jogging stroller and the bike trailer.

   The jogging stroller is perfect for the active parent on the go. It turns quick, rolls away from you so you have to chase it, and can carry your mail! Wyatt and I go for runs probably nine times a week, and I can almost make it around the whole block now. Talk about some serious equipment.

But, it pales in comparison to the almighty bike trailer.

So... here's the thing about bike trailers and babies. Um, there's a big gray area, we'll call it. In the great state of Oregon (easily one of the top five states touching the Pacific Ocean, which is easily the best ocean), no one under the age of 16 can ride a bike without a helmet. This includes kids in bike trailers or in a bike basket or whatever.

BUT! Babies under the age of two (it doesn't apply to just babies - anyone under the age of two) can't wear a helmet. At least, that is what we've been told or heard. It's sort of like the "do you need a lifejacket if you are floating in a personal innertube" law that no one is really clear on and no one ever actually tries to look into. So he's too young to ride without a helmet, but also too young to wear a helmet. Hmm.

I think I've worked out a solution to the problem, however:

You Can Tell That I'm A Good Bloggy, I Mean Mommy! No, Wait, Daddy!! I Meant Daddy!!

Sadly, he never pointed the hose towards his face. I was ready to turn it on and have some fun!!

   There's a lot of pressure, writing an up-and-coming blog that gets OVER THIRTY HITS PER WEEK!! With each post, I am opening up my life to the world, inviting judgement and ridicule. It's stressful, people!! Everyone forms their opinions about my parenting, my sense of style, how my home is decorated, and how big of a loser I am.

   Luckily, blogging and parenting have a lot of overlap. I mean, like any good parent, whenever I see something important happening -- be it day-to-day stuff, super cute stuff, or potentially dangerous stuff -- I do what any good parent does: I run and grab the camera.

Some light reading? Check.

Did you just wake up?! Are you really sad? Are you about to fall off the bed?
Let me grab the camera before I console you.

That basketball is as big as you are!! Good thing I was so prepared with a camera!!

Yeah, I know you've been fussy for like three minutes, but I couldn't miss a shot this good! Just be patient!

   See. I told you I was good at being a parent and a bloggy. It's obvious that I care so much about his well-being that I'd do anything to get attention from it. How else can you turn something bad into something good?

   Luckily, I also catch a few firsts, like when Wyatt really understood how a high-five works:

 
   (The best thing about that video? I wasn't wearing 
   any pants. In fact I'm still not.)
   What's that? You want to know what he's wearing?
   We call it his lizard cape.

My mood: happy to be so good at what I do!
Wyatt's mood: sick of the camera
Listening to: Blink-182