Hittin' the beach like Gidget.

For the record, Sally Field was completely hot.

We embarked with some of the family to Myrtle Beach. Mica, myself, Garrett and Ocean headed out to meet up with my mom who had my daughter and one of my nieces in tow. The waves were rough as hell and the wind was outrageous. Nibils was gone, River City Cafe was terrible...but Garrett had a blast. It was his first time at the beach as an ambulatory kid and I had to drag him out of the water. He's a waterbug for sure.

















Technically not the best picture, but considering the magnitude...it is the best picture.














Ocean in the ocean. I can't help myself.


I have some more that I will get going. Thanks to my Uncle Howie for letting us stay and to my Mom for letting us stage from her beach house rental.

Oh yeah, we got a damn dog. Sherman.

Rad dad tip #1...

Mayo on the grilled cheese instead of butter. Mica will say that she already knows this...super...this isn't for you sweetie. It tastes really good and is easier to spread, in my opinion.

Tip #2...BUY THE BONE IN SPLIT CHICKEN BREAST AND BUTCHER IT YOURSELF. Saves about...I dunno...4 dollars? I can't believe I didn't do this before.

More stuff to come. Like, how to handle it when your 10-year-old daughter befriends grown ass men on Facebook.

Chicago 2011. Or the time my wife found out about American Apparel.

My mom lives in Chicago with my step-dad, her massive lapdog and two ghost cats. They've been chomping at the bit to get us up there for a while, so we ventured up last week and dragged the kids with us. Needless to say, a 9.5 hour trip with four kids was easier than the 18 hour trip to Austin, TX. So I had that going for me. Mica is, at her core, a tremendous shopping force and on this trip "discovered" American Apparel. We're all gonna die now. I was on a mission for two things...a Chicago style hot dog and some Intelligentsia coffee. I got both, so I was sated. Mica probably had a more considerable bucket list, but there are only so many hours in the day.

While up there, Anna made it up to me for sorta missing my birthday by making me a cake. ALL IS FORGIVEN.



My mom got a hold of my camera and tried to take a picture of her son. I lack composure.


This is better.


I took Anna and Garrett to the Lego Discovery Center. Expensive...YES. Worth it? Dunno. Lego Barack Obama? YOU BET.




Obligatory Bean (I know it is called the Cloud Gate. Sue me.) shots with the family-ish.



Navy Pier was next on the list. There is a big ass Ferris Wheel there and Phoenix, Garrett and I went on it. Garrett was bummed that it didn't go faster. That...that is my son!



More pier action...


I asked Mica to get a picture of me, or rather she offered...and so I get a nice trash can in the shot! She's got a future in this photo taking gig!


Last night cocktail party at Mom's. Mica likes me better when she is drinking.


Good trip. Drive home was a little rough, but I'd do it again. I could live in Chicago, mostly because Mica likes it and I would be okay with it because I could just run around and make fun of Cubs fans. It'll probably never happen. But...

Welcome to hell...o!

So, I reckon it would be pertinent to explain that I am more than just BMX...though that is a big chunk of what makes "me" me. First and foremost I am a father and husband. I have varying degrees of success with both facets of my life, but for the most part I hold it together and do my best to have a good time with my weird ass family. Two adults...two kids each and two different "other baby parents" each. We're a hot mess but it works. Anyways, this is the blog that will document this and will be a nice little place for me to just talk about whatever challenges or victories I experience on this journey.

-Stephen