trike-a-bike!

For those of you who don't know, Griff and I met on the street when we were both bicycle messengers in San Francisco. My word it was such a long time ago. 8 years?
So, naturally, we both cannot wait until she gets on a bicycle.
The tricycle is a good start. She loves it. She pushes around in the house, rolls backwards, gets pissed if she can't get out of a dead-end, or gets REALLY pissed if you try to help her.


She is already a freakin' pro. And she means business, asshole. Don't mess with her.

She loves to brush her teeth, however, she will now onlydo it if I put toothpaste on it. Don't freak out, its baby toothpaste, no flouride or sugar.





Yes, we stole pumpkins. Not really 'stole' but more like 'took' them. She pushed the wagon all the way home!






Her cape makes her superfast!




She really likes the Lagunitas IPA.