3 More Sleeps

Originally we had planned to spend Christmas here in our lovely new home. We've never done that before, and thought it might be nice not to haul the kids and gifts and all the accessories around and invite family to join us here, while getting to sleep in our own beds.

Yah, that's not happening. We are getting up Christmas morning and driving to spend the day with family. Not that I have any problem with family. I don't. I guess it's just the change in expectation of what I thought it would be.

BUT...as reality sets in, I realize I am plenty happy not to be cooking and cleaning for a housefull of people right now. As much as the idea of a cozy house full of Christmas cheer is delightful, I suspect reality is not quite so glorious. At any rate, we still have wrapping and last minute shopping and a birthday tomorrow, and entertaining on Christmas eve, before we even get to 'The Big Day'.

For me, the build up to Christmas day is the true excitement. It's all the getting ready and planning surprises and festive spirit. As long as the stress and shopping doesn't kill it completely. As with so many things, it's more the journey than the destination.

In case I don't get a chance to say it later, may your stocking be filled with oranges, and not a lump of coal! Happy eggnog and turkey! May your pants have elastic and get a nap after dinner! Enjoy your children, or your family or friends, or whoever you are lucky enough to spend time with! May drunken relatives be cheerful and not embarrassing! All is happy and bright!

And to my fiesty little Grandma R, who passed away on Christmas day two years ago, we miss you and think of you often. Much love!

Joy

I heard a talk recently on looking for joy. Being aware of, and finding it in our lives.
I do not always feel joyful. I sometimes get in the mindset that my life is hard. It can certainly feel that way, especially when I am tired and frustrated.

Luckily, I don't have to look very far to find it. My boys are full of joy. Sure, they are full of LOTS of things, not all good, but joy is at the top of the list. They wake up every morning and can't wait to get out of bed. They run around with huge smiles on their faces. They take every opportunity to laugh and giggle and light up a room. I feel bad sometimes being the person who makes them slow down, and clean up and be quiet at times. It can be difficult to contain all that enthusiasm.
I hate to think that growing up somehow crushes that joy with responsibility and civility.

I am thankful that joy is still relatively easy to find in the world around us. Friends are inspiring. Creativity is contagious. Kindness is appreciated.
I had the opportunity to enjoy some amazing music by some very gifted musicians tonight. Live music always conveys a powerful kind of energy. The musicians were extremely talented, and the music was absolutely joyful.

Now I just need to work a little harder at finding the joy when I'm changing the gazillionth poopy diaper and The Bug has thrown his lunch on the floor and The Bee has run out the front door with a sock on one foot and his bib on his head!

22 Months

This has been a busy month. I guess they all are. Maybe it's just the added mayhem of Christmas approaching.

The Bee is very busy with taking his clothes off, but he has also started putting them on. That can only be good news! He especially likes putting his pants and socks on. Although he sometimes gets tangled in one leg and needs a bit of help. He also likes to pull them up reeeallly high in the front, but leaves his diaper hanging out the back. Oh well.
He is more likely to take his shirt off than put it on. Especially at dinner time in his high chair. He often will pull one arm out, and then it will somehow end up with both out, and the neck hole around his waist, or just off completely. At the very least he cannot leave his bib on. Something must come off.
He also must take his shoes and often socks off in the car. I guess it's all he can reach. I am thankful for that.
The Bee is also a busy boy with a shovel, broom or the vacu-flo. If we go outside to play he will insist on sweeping or shovelling. He is afraid of the noisy vacu-flow, but will set out with it once it is quiet. He has work to do!

The Bug seems to have gotten over his nightmares, thankfully, and is back to his cheerful/sleepy self. Such a relief! He is busy at the moment trying to jump. He has trouble getting both feet up, but is working very hard at it, one foot at a time.
He is also quite mischeivous these days. He gets a very distinctive gleem in his eye when he is up to something. Which is often. Then he will giggle like a madman. But at least he keeps his clothes on!

Party Time

Hey, my cd drive suddenly started working, so here's some catching up...

Two weekends ago we had the chance to go to our very first Christmas Party for the kids. It was put on by CH's work, and we'd heard it was pretty amazing. It did not disappoint.
It was huge to begin with, but very well planned with lots of activities for all ages, lots of food, and they staggered the times throughout the day, so it wouldn't be too crowded.
Since The Bug and The Bee are still on the young side, it was quite a lot for them just to walk around and take everything in. They had face painting, and cookie decorating, and picture frame painting, and pictures with Santa, as well as some older activities.
I think eating themselves silly with little oranges was a big highlite! They also had really great gifts for every child. It was all very impressive.
One of our favorite things was at the main door as we stopped on the way out. They had real reindeer! And we got to pet one! Who has real reindeer at their Christmas party?! WE DID!

The Saddest Boy in the World

The Bug has been a great sleeper for a long time. The Bee is another story, but that's another story...

The Bug is a busy little boy, but he gets tired and at either naptime or bedtime, has never been a problem. Just put him in bed, and he's off to sleep, usually without a sound.
This week has been a drastic change. All of a sudden he hates going to bed, and once there he climbs out immediately, and starts to sob and wail like his little heart is breaking. And you think yours will too. He will sit and cuddle up to me if he thinks he has to go to bed, for as long as he possibly can. He won't take his little bottle of water if he thinks he will have to go to bed. Anything to avoid it.

It doesn't appear that anything is physically wrong, as far as we can tell. It seems to be completely emotional. Perhaps he's had bad dreams and sleep is no longer the happy place it used to be? That's all that seems to make sense. The other night he woke up sobbing and when we went in to see him he was actually shaking. It's heartbreaking, but at the same time the whole house was awake and I don't think anyone got more than a couple of hours sleep. Not a very sustainable way to function.

I'm hoping this is a phase of some sort. A very short phase. For his sake and for the rest of the family. In the meantime, the house echoes with the sobs of the saddest boy in the world.

Early Christmas Present

A couple of years ago on my birthday CH took me on a surprise trip to Fernie to pick out a painting from Angela Morgan, at her studio.
Angela herself was friendly and wonderful and it was such a treat to see her work space and get a glimpse at her paintings in progress. We picked out a lovely painting called Breeze and Bucket from the work she had on hand, but the one that I really fell in love with was at a gallery in Regina.

CH and I have agreed to start collecting art as we see pieces we love, and finances permit. I've always wanted to have a house full of beautiful creative artwork.

Over the last several months we have been working towards purchasing Girl and Elevator. Finally today she arrived. As with most artwork I've seen, she is even more stunning in person than her photograph suggests!

gliche

OK, I actually have things to post...stories, photos...BUT ever since we moved my computer no longer recognizes my cd drive. How does this effect my posting? Simply, I cannot backup my photos like I normally do immediately after I download them. So, I don't want to download them for paranoid fear they will disappear off my computer. I am working on the problem. Sort of. I am trying to find someone to fix the problem!

Hipster Love

I just got this email from my cousin, Ben. He's the drummer for the Hipsters. They're a great band, and I think this will be a terrific evening. Just passing on the love if anyone would care to join us...and that's GREEK band, not geek band...!

Hi Friends,

On December 17th (Sunday evening), the Rembetika Hipsters (Ben's Greek band) are celebrating 10 years together as a band with a Winter concert at the Epcor Centre's Engineered Air theatre. We're going to put on our best performance ever, and it will be recorded for a live album. There will be exotic instruments, guest performers, both of our incredibly talented violinists, great food, and more. The venue is costing us a small fortune, so we want to make sure to fill the place up! Tickets are available in Calgary at Megatunes and Pegasus restaurant, or you could reserve your ticket through me or any of the Rembetika Hipsters. Please do pass this on to your friends who would be interested in a fabulous evening of World music.

Happy Holidays,

Ben Johnson & the Rembetika Hipsters

More Christmas Past

Every year for as long as I can recall, I make Christmas cards. I guess you can call it a tradition, and it's something that I enjoy, even when it's hectic. Now that I have kids, friends and relatives will be enjoying my childrens faces pretty much every year...until they get to that awkward, geeky stage anyway.

However, I have found lately that it is getting more and more difficult to take a decent photo of the boys. They are too distracted by everything, and much too busy to let me mold them into the perfect little models I would like them to be. So this year's great photo is still in the works.

From the beginning, The Bee has been very photogenic. It has been fairly easy to get great pics of him. The Bug on the other hand, while equally as cute and adorable in person, is not so photogenic. He is often making a goofy face, or has his eyes half shut. And since they are twins, I feel it my responsibility to get the same equal amount and quality of shots of each of them. No favoritism here!
So while I wait for this year's magic to happen, here are some of our favorite shots from last year.

Only 25 More Sleeps

For many of the recent childless adult years in my life, Christmas had lost some of its lustre. I think as an adult you reach a point where you question what it is all about. Is it worth the fuss? Is it just needless expense and stress? Is it even fun? I feared I was starting to sound/feel grinchy.

CH and I spent our first Christmas together travelling, and we were in Bali for most of the month of December. It was a welcome relief to be away from the hustle and bustle of North America, and the pressure to participate in numerous family gatherings, etc. Being in the tropics didn't hurt, but I enjoyed the newness of being in a different culture, and a break from tradition. We enjoyed ourselves in the company of new friends, food and festivities, as well as the quiet of just being there together.

However. I now find myself with a renewed sense of anticipation and enjoyment with the upcoming holiday season. I'm so excited!
It starts, of course with the impending family you are about to have, and grows from there. Last year was fun, but this year can only be more fun. The boys are more aware and more active. They still don't really understand, but they like lights and snow and cookies and music. I'm excited for them. And I'm also just happy to enjoy the lights and the music and the snow...and the cookies! We put up our tree on the weekend, and while we don't have many decorations yet, it makes me happy to see the glow of the lights every day. I guess, like the Grinch my heart has grown 3 sizes.
For that I thank my little Bug and my Bee!

2004

2005

Take a Look

One of my first and favorite blogs, other than the lovely Loobylu, was FluidPudding.
Angela has a sense of humour like no other and has a knack for making me laugh outloud (and no I don't know her in person, but feel like I sort of do, in a 'I read about your life and I think we'd be friends if you're not too cool for me' sort of way).
Sadly she recently sort of semi-retired, and quit her blog. Now, new and re-vamped she's back, with friends. It's pretty fresh still, so the jury is still out, but I invite you to take a look!

Cabin Fever

It seems like we've been inside forever. We haven't exactly, but it feels like it all the same. We're being held captive in an icy fortress. We're running out of supplies. The savages are getting restless. And it's not over yet. Will we make it alive? What are we to do with ourselves??!! Sanity is slipping away....

21 Months

Well, 21 months came and went during 'hell week'.
Luckily we are all pretty much recovered and seem to be doing quite well.
The Bug is settling back into a nice sleep routine, and The Bee is back to not napping, so back to normal!
It's nice to see them eating again which makes me feel better, but they can really eat a lot when they are hungry. I'm sure this is just the very beginning of trying to keep two growing boys fed into adulthood. Especially with their father's genes. He can eat like no man I've ever seen, and still maintains his svelte form. That's right. Charming and svelte.

It surprised me the other day when I was taking photos how much my boys have changed lately. They just continue to morphe into little boys right before my eyes, losing their baby-ness along the way. They still are sweet cheeked and baby soft, but they are certainly becoming more capable, more aware, more opinionated and outspoken.

They like to tease and taunt you for tickles. Chase me! Chase me! While they giggle and laugh with all the gusto they can muster. They love to play outside in the snow. They love storybooks. The Bee especially will hand you book after book and sit on your lap while you read to him. He loves music and singing. Even bad singing! He also loves to pull things apart or knock things down.
Especially if The Bug is putting things together or building things.

The Bug likes to organize things. He still loves legos and cars. He likes to organize his cars. He is good at picking up and putting things away. He is a pretty easygoing happy guy, except for the occasional meltdown when he really really wants something he can't have. Like Grandma's cell phone. He is also very good at opening and closing doors. And opening. And closing. And opening. And closing. The louder the better.

The Bee has also started calling The Bug by name. He can't really say all the letters, so it took a bit to figure out what he was saying. He calls out for his brother when he can't find him, or occasionally scolds him when he is getting into trouble. He can be a bossy little brother!
Most of the time they get along well, and are the best of brothers. I think they would be lost without each other.

New Look

Since I started blogging I've wished I had more control over the appearance of my blog. I'm not experienced enough in html to do it all from scratch or anything, but I'd like to be able to personalize it a bit more. This is my first attempt. I wish I could do more with images, but this will have to do for now. I like the cool wintery feel of this colour palette. Since it is certainly cool and wintery around here. Brrrrr!
Anyway, it's a small step, but in the right direction.

Baby Steps

My boys have made a new discovery lately. They have been working on it for a while.

I am not generally a morning person, especially if it has been a particularly rough night. We've had a few of those lately, with moving and Daylight Savings and sickness, we have had a difficult time getting our groove back.

One morning last week, CH and I were both trying to squeeze in a few more winks, while trying to ignore the increasingly intolerant bellows from the nearby bedrooms.
Then quiet.
Then a thump, followed by an opening door and the exhuberant footsteps of a 21 month old little boy finally realizing his freedom. Free at last!

My heart skipped a beat as I didn't know whether to cringe in fear at this lifechanging alteration or laugh along with his squeal of delight. Maybe a little of both.

Being able to get out of bed makes for a whole new ballgame. The Bee has now mastered the art, particularily at naptime, which he shuns on a regular basis.

Maybe I should look at this as a step towards that glorious day when they will get themselves up and get their own breakfast and watch Saturday morning cartoons while mommy and daddy get to sleep in!

Another Celeb in Town

Oh my gosh...I hope she likes us!

Celebrity Sighting

Ok, I use the term 'celebrity' loosely here.
I dragged myself off to the brand-newly opened Co-Op this morning to buy milk and diapers. I say dragged not at an exaggeration, but that is exactly how I felt. I did manage to shower, but my hair was just wet and drippy, and only the bare essentials of cover-up on my face. Not even lip gloss to make my pasty lips look hydrated.
As I was about 2 items over the express check out, I made way for the regular line up, because I am afraid of confrontation and did not want an ugly scene from any snapper cashiers. I've heard of such things. I'd rather wait nauseously in the regular line while someone elses kid screams and I pray that at least there is enough staff to bag our groceries today for a quick getaway.

As I look ahead of me I saw Suzanne Fox in line with her husband. You may not have ever heard of her, but I see her every morning on Breakfast Television. Local, for sure. Celebrity, matter of opinion.
At that moment, I gave a small sigh of relief for my totally non-celebrity status. No one cared whether my hair was done, or tried to get a look at what groceries I was buying. Or was paying attention to how nice I was to the cashier. Not that I was doing any of those things.
Although she did look pretty. And she was nice. And she was buying bulk toilet paper.

p.s. I thought she would be a lot taller in person. Tara and Dave must be midgets.

Sick...and tired...

...of being sick and tired. The kids got sick over a week ago. The puking, the fevers, the crying. Which turned into the coughing and runny noses and whining. And just in time...the adults have caught the bugs. One of us (me) got the puking and other nasty stomach things. Which made me want to cry, but I tried to lay still in the dark and not move while flashes of heat swept over my aching body. And the other two got sore throats and sniffles. When I took the kids to the doctor last week, she didn't seem too worried, but mentioned how this bug seems to last and last. Uhg.
At last today the kids seem to be feeling a bit better. Their enthusiasm and energy are a mockery to the rest of us in the wake of lethargy and exaustion they leave behind.
We hope to join the living again soon.

2nd Sunday

Well, we're finally getting a bit more settled in here. It really does take a while when everything is just so new. I've spent all my years in Calgary since I moved here fresh out of college in affordable (cheap) apartments (back when there was such a thing) where nothing was really new. I didn't mind because it was a way for me to be independent and live here in the city. And not with my parents like a lot of city kids do. Hi Mom and Dad...love you!

CH and I got our first place together shortly after we were married, the main floor of a charming older house where we've been living for the past 3 years. It was fairly nice and a decent location, but old and it became quite overcrowded with the addition of 2 babies. There was just never enough places to put all our stuff.

Now everyone has rooms and closets and we have storage places and a garage, and lots of kitchen cupboards. And bathrooms aplenty! Come on over and pee at my place!

In an odd way it is taking a while to get used to the newness, and niceness of everything. We have a lot of beautiful hardwood floors...that dent when children throw toys. We have shiny new appliances...which glisten with tiny fingerprints and beep continually when they want our attention. We have lovely big windows with nose prints on them and blinds that must not be mangled. And happily we also have a partially finished basement where legos can be built and dinky cars can be crashed for fun.

We're really blessed to have such a beautiful home and a CH who takes such good care of our family.
And I don't mean that in a 'Ha ha my house is so nice and way better than yours which makes us feel so very important' because it's probably not, and we're definitely not.

It's in a 'Wow I can't believe I live here and this makes me feel like I should be all grown up, which I should be because after all I'm married and have two kids and I'm in my mid thirties and we live in the burbs now, but I still feel like a goofy kid a lot of the time, and I hope it's not painfully obvious' kind of way.

20 Mo Pho

First Sunday

So we jammed last week, but got brave and went to our new ward for church this week. I've been telling myself that it will be a new adventure and we'll make new friends, and it will be fun. I'm optimistic that way!

Who was I kidding?

It took me a long time to feel comfortable where we were. I'm basically pretty shy, and uncomfortable around new people. It takes me a long time to get to know anyone usually. I have friends who are amazingly friendly and outgoing. I am not. Today was just a blinding reminder of that. There were a couple of familiar faces, people that a knew about a million years ago, or vaguely familiar. Luckily my sister was at my side. She's a great wingman!
There's still that kid inside me who feels like the gawky new kid at school. You'd think there was a time limit on that. Nope. I missed my friends and familiar faces.

I like to think that I'm a fairly good adapter. I like to make the best of things and not get all freaked out. The past few weeks have been tougher than I expected. A lot of change.

The kids faired way better than I did today. They both played happily in the new nursery and The Bee didn't even have a meltdown. He even did some excellent coloring on a page titled "Why I'm Thankful For My Ears". It's up on the fridge.

Trick or Treats

So as you can probably tell, the theme of our first real Halloween was Grazing Animals of the Serengeti. Ok, we didn't really start out working with a theme, things just went in that direction. A zebra and a giraffe. And I have to say, it was a complete success!

Our night was a bit short-lived due to the extreme coldness and freeze factor, but the kids had fun, the parents had fun, we met and charmed some neighbours, and made it home with full buckets after about 5 houses. Did I mention it was cold. Grazing Animals of the Serengeti prefer the heat.

We're supposed to do what with these buckets??



Off we go into the wild!



The best part of the night was coming home and sitting down in the entry with rosy noses and diving into our treats. The Bug promptly opened a little bag of Doritos and started snacking. The Bee was quick to join in. They don't normally get to eat a lot of candy, so they happily munched at this golden opportunity! We can't wait 'til next year.

All Hallows Eve

OK, more about the move, house, etc, etc, will be posted for sure. But in the mean time the real topic at hand is Halloween!

I love Halloween. I've had some great Halloween's as a kid, and as an adult. It's mostly about the dressing up. The past few years have been pretty quiet, just with the staying at home and the passing out candy. But I'll still take any chance I can get to put on a wig and some black lipstick. Even it it meant riding the bus full of boring suits and sticking out a bit at work. I'll take it!

I'm a bit of a traditionalist when it comes to my costumes. Although I've been known to be creative, I mostly prefer dressing in some black, spooky yet mysterious/sexy/but in a goth kind of way/not slutty outfit. I'm sure that says something fundamental about my phyche??

So last year was the first year I actually had children to share the joys of Halloween. Unfortunately they were in bed practically before any Trick or Treaters rang our bell, and we had no parties to attend, so it was basically a bust. Tomorrow will be our first official outing as Trick or Treaters. More updates to follow. In the meantime, here is last year's Halloween tribute!

We're Here

2nd night in the new house...more work...exhausted...back soon!

In Parting

Dear Internet,
I fear we will soon be parted. I feel this because in a moment of optimism I requested that you be moved to the new house. And here we are still at the old house.
I fear that I will be sad and lonely and uninformed without you.
*sigh*
I miss you already.

twomittens

20 Months

This has been a busy month for the boys. It seems now more than ever that they are exploring everthing around them. They leave no stone unturned.

*I will add photos in a bit*

If something is up, it must come down. If it is closed, it must be opened. If something is full, it must be emptied. The Bug managed to through all the clothes out of a drawer, fill it with toys, then stand in it to reach the top of the dresser. Too clever for his own good.
They are tall enough to reach the top of the countertops, but not tall enough to see what is on it. This leads to a lot of grabbing of whatever they can reach and pulling it down, just to see what happens. If it is quiet, they must make noise. If it is out of reach, it must be reached.
If you have a bib on at dinnertime, The Bee must take it off. And while he's at it, this shirt is getting in the way too.
They are constantly in motion.

Things we are still working on:
The screaminess of McScreamy. Both of them. A few WORDS would go a long way here. Let's work on that.
Listening to Mommy. 'Come here' does not mean run away, run away, chase me, chase me.

It is also possible that they have never been more delightful and entertaining. They love to laugh and play games. They are more and more little people, and less and less little babies.

Things you can't see in photos:
The Bug has the silkiest, coolest cheek you could ever kiss. I can never resist putting my cheek up against his.
The Bee has the deepest heartiest laugh. It is impossible not to laugh when you hear him. The best kind of contagious.
The way they toddle and waddle when they run. Or try to jump. Hilarious.
The Bee has a very thoughtful and kind side, which seems unlikely for a boy his age. If his brother is unhappy he will often try to comfort him with a toy, or try to come to his aid. He also loves books.
The Bug is especially into legos at the moment. Not the regular smaller ones, but the medium size ones. He is fascinated by trying to put them together and take them apart again. He also likes stacking and arranging things.

Unfortunately they are both fascinated with our spice cupboard at the moment. The other day I followed a trail of garam masala from the kitchen to the living room, and all over The Bee. It still smells faintly of spices. I guess there are worse smells!

It will be interesting to see what the next month and all its changes will bring.

Backyardigans

If we just squeeze under this gate...maybe through the trees...we'd be free!!!

Disclaimer

Well folks, we are getting down to the nitty gritty. It looks like we will actually be moving into our new house next week. Now for that to happen successfully a lot of stars, planets, and appliances have to perfectly align.
I am telling you this in case we are incommunicato at any point in the next week or two. Phones have to be switched, cables and modems and internet connections have to be shut off in one house and started up in another. A new house without any previous connections or hook-ups or special wirings. I am hoping for the best. But not really expecting it.

By next week this time we should be up to our eyeballs in half packed and unpacked boxes!
We are very excited about moving into our lovely, no longer peach, many bedrooms and bathrooms, new home. I just might get an inch of space to myself once in a while. And the kids have plenty of time to get jobs before college comes along!!

We stopped by the house on the weekend and honestly, I kept losing the kids. They have a seemingless endless supply of doors and cabinets to get into and hide in and slam. The Bug was hiding under the sink and The Bee was in the closet in the entry. And I can't see them both at the same time!

So we're excited and stressed and happy and anxious. The ever tightening knot in my stomach says so.
If you have any happy moving vibes, please send them our way. We're going to need them!

Gobble Gobble

With everything going on at the moment we decided not to go out of town for Thanksgiving. CH is trying to finish up some projects at the new house. I wanted to do something in the spirit of the great turkey, but not really feeling up to the full day or more of preparation.

CH however, in all his charmingness, volunteered to cook a turkey. I have never cooked one myself, but he has (I have witnessed this), and was very confident.
So between landscaping and deck building and church going we managed to pull off a pretty mean feast.
The turkey was fantastic (came with stuffing). I made cranberry sauce from scratch (if my uncle Norm can do it, why can't I?). We had potatoes, white and sweet, carrots, gherkins, gravy, and pie. Sweet, sweet pie with fresh whipped, one million calorie cream. Delightful!

This year I am thankfull for a Charming Husband who cooks. And builds stuff and is adorable.

I am thankful for two wee boys who are yummy enough to eat covered in cranberry sauce. The same two boys who, I am thankful went to bed without any fuss after one of them had a major meltdown because he would not nap in the afternoon, and the other who threw all of his yummy dinner on the floor and ate cheerios and cheese instead.

I am thankful for a sweet friend who is brave enough to come over for dinner to a house where children scream and break stuff and throw food on the floor. Food tastes better with friends.

It looks like bibs taste better with friends too...and cranberry sauce.


And lastly today, I am thankful for my dishwasher. Although a house elf would be nice too.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Old School

We have a new toy at our house.
By 'we' I don't mean me.
Or the kids.
Charming Husband has a new skateboard.
He spent much of his youth (misguided??) on a skateboard. He's old school. I don't really know what new school is, but I'm sure it's all fangly and shiny and not nearly as bitchin' as old school. And when you're a kid, it must be cool to have a dad who's a skater. Until you're old enough that it's totally not cool anymore.
Or you're too young to appreciate cool.
But The Bug and The Bee appreciate wheels. And a groovy lid.
The future Lords of Dogtown?