Friday, August 29, 2008

Minivan, minivan, what do you see?

Well, our Corolla was getting pretty close to the 100,000 mile mark, and we knew that our little, faithful green friend wouldn't accommodate three carseats come late January. So, before our resale value took another plunge, we headed out into the dark world of used car sales. After a day and half seeking out and warding off salesman after salesman that smiled and laughed through cigarette-stained grins, we finally found a minivan at Landmark Dodge in Independence. The dudes gave us a good enough deal that we ended up paying all of $500 for our 2001 Grand Caravan with 113K miles and built in carseats.
So our primary vehicle is a ballsless family hauler. But I'd rather have a family than balls, so pile in.


Sunday, August 24, 2008

Good Parenting

Growing up, we had a dog named "T.P." She was named thus because as a puppy, she would leap up and unroll the toilet paper into a heap on the floor. Is there a law against keeping your children in a kennel?














If none of you have explored the links on our blog, you might want to consider playing "Kitty Cannon." The link is found below the heading "Sites that Jon likes." Since we've accepted the fact that we no longer have any ideals (see prior post), we introduced Sam to the Kitty Cannon. I like how she leaves Mom hangin' at the end.
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Thursday, August 14, 2008

I Had a Dream

I find as I get older that many of my ideals are crumbling. The guilt that results from compromising on these ideals has a direct relationship to the moral weight of the ideal.


For example:


I think it may have once bothered me more to have a desktop keyboard jacked into my laptop to compensate for the keys that have been ripped off by my lovely daughters. Ideally, I'd like to have one completely functional computer. But, I've had to compromise.





I'm not sure I ever made a conscious decision that children shouldn't wear pajam slippers to church, but I sure wasn't going to argue with my 3-year old who found matching footwear on her own.



videoAnd then there's jumping on the couch. No parent holds their newborn infant in their arms and thinks "This child will one day tear all the cushions off the couch and jump around on the springs and I'm not going to do a thing about it."

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And TV. Oh, TV. I thought my kids weren't going to watch TV unless they were tuning in to the BBC to learn about current events. MY kids wouldn't be patronized by Dora the stupid Explorer or the monosyllabic, brain-washing Teletubbies. But seriously, people. If those custard-guzzling freaks from another dimension can give me 10 minutes of peace, I'm taking it. Ideals Schmideals.

15 weeks.