A couple of days ago Beth Zeigler (bneato on Flickr) contacted me about using one of my photos in a piece she was putting together for Apartment Therapy: Los Angeles.  I thought, “That old thing?!” and then did a happy dance before giving my blessing.  I hope my reply was a little more reserved than I was feeling.

Here I am, Internet.

Thank you, Beth!

Something about pregnancy and baby having causes hair to grow like mad.  Crazy mad.  Like a foot (or more) in a year.  It also causes a complete disregard for that same hair…Until the baby notices and tries to crawl away with a handful.

So, on my birthday I cut off all of my hair.

And here I sit today, enjoying the breeze on my neck, 18 inches of fur lighter.

Last month Cody and I decided that what we really needed to make this summer wonderful was a couple of bicycles.  We needed a way to attach the baby, and a basket or two for trips to the grocery store.  So the search (and research) began.  We searched and we searched.  We planned and we plotted.  We built and we adjusted.  In the end we have a little something I like to call The Green Machine.

I know you’re wondering, “Eve, will you point out the special features?”

Why, yes, of course.

Rear baskets.  Perfect for those reusable bags, pool floaty, beach towel, mid-day snacks, and other recreational equipment.

 Bike bell. Cheeks loves it, can reach, and will soon know how to use it.  Also useful for letting Cody know that he needs to wait up because I’m pushing a lot of extra weight and we’re falling behind.

The Bobike Mini bike seat.  There’s nothing like the wind in your hair.  We got it from eBay, but it’s actually a Dutch thing.  The Dutch really do know their cycling.

A little “redneck engineering”, as Tom puts it.  The tape-wire-somethingelse contraption that Cody and Tom rigged for Cheeks to hold on to.

Infant/toddler helmet.  Safety first.

That about sums it up.  The bike is a ’64 Hawthorn, for those of you who are sticking your noses really close to the screen trying to decide what kind of bike that is that we’ve violated turned into a fantastic family-mobile.  You know who you are.  It squeeks and creeks all the way to the grocery store with no problem at all.  The highest gear slips, but since I pretty much only use low gear that’s not much of a problem.  Cheeks doesn’t seem to mind either.