First Day Pictures

I finally have the first day of school pictures. Allison isn't that happy with how they turned out, but I think they are fine. She just has high standards.

Here's Nick posing in front of the house before we left for school. This was the best shot of the bunch; the rest had goofy expressions or even worse posture. In fairness to the kid, his backpack was full of all kinds of school supplies, including the very heavy 64-count Crayola box.



Here's Nick and I doing a little something we call 'kid on the ceiling.' Being a tall guy, I've always been able to lift the kids up so their backs are touching the ceiling in the kitchen. It started with 'baby on the ceiling', continued to 'toddler on the ceiling', and so on. So now we are up to 'first-grader on the ceiling'. In a month I need to do 'seven-year-old on the ceiling'.

It looks like torture, but I swear the kids really like it. Nick was talking about doing it for two days before the start of school. Anyone want to start a pool on how much longer I can do this? It's starting to get tough. I probably need to start lifting weights if I'm going to make it through the next couple of years. (Damn, there's that bald spot again. Allison needs to Photoshop these pictures before giving them to me.)

Random Thought of the Day

Did you ever wonder who invented parallel parking? I found myself thinking about this while walking the dog this evening. Someone had to be the first one to do it. It was probably shortly after the automobile was invented. (I seriously doubt anyone was parallel parking a horse and buggy.) Some guy was too lazy to park a few cars up and decided to try to fit his car into a much too small space. He figured head-first wouldn't work. He decided he could just back it in like so. Viola! Parallel parking was invented. Countless driver's tests were ruined in the process.

Follow up thought... How hard would it be to parallel park in England? Imagine: the steering wheel is on the wrong side of the car, you're driving down the wrong side of the road, and you have to parallel park. I would personally rather park nine miles away than even try it. I'll probably have bad dreams about it tonight. (When you don't have a job you have the luxury of stressing over unlikely possibilities.)

These are the kinds I think of while walking the dog.

P.S. I met my writing goal for today.

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