Sunday, April 19, 2015

Relocation

When we started this blog eight years ago (wow!), we also sprung for a fancier domain name (digitalshoebox.us), which is the url we've always used to get to these pages. But suddenly... with readership down to just grandma and grandpa, blog entries far a few between, and a million one priorities that we didn't have 8 years ago...  I'm suddenly thinking that there are better things I can do with $19.99 a year than to renew our vanity domain name.

Relocation will be an easy fix for our digital shoebox since blogger.com provides a url for all of it's blogs upon creation. So, for the few that already have our website bookmarked, you'll want to swap that url for the following:

digibox2.blogspot.com 


Relocating our online photo archives is next on the list; but I haven't figured out the new locale for that one, so stay tuned.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Focus









Justin Alexander, welcome to the world of spectacles. Between my poor vision and Venesa's, it was only a matter of time. It was cool to hear him say that they really help ("the words aren't squiggly anymore!").  Hey, maybe his grades will go up now that he can actually see what he's doing.  I wish I could say they're reading glasses, but he'll need 'em 24-7.  Let's see if the girls dodge the poor vision bullet. I hope they do, because being blind is not a whole lot of fun... but he sure does make it look good.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Freestyle Fred


Justin had been asking for a skateboard for about three years, and I think we dismissed it (ignore might be a better word) for as long as we could. But finally, this past December, he took everything else off his Christmas list and said that a skateboard was the single solitary thing he wanted.  Nothing more, nothing less.  So what do you do with that? After a 3 year wait, he turned the tables and backed us into a corner; and suddenly there was nothing else we could do.  He was 3 years older, 6 inches taller, and drooling from both sides of this mouth at the thought of getting this skateboard. So we did it.  We caved.  We got the boy a skateboard. And knee pads. And elbow pads. And a new helmet.  And we look away.  And cringed.  And doubled our health insurance premiums and started making down payments on a leg cast.

But then a funny thing happened.  Our least coordinated child shocked the world, took the nation's third most dangerous toy (as judged by to the number of emergency room visits per capita, surpassed by only darts and trampolines)...  and actually got good at it.  In just a week.  I looked up the other day and had to do a double take once I realized that, "this boy's got tricks!". Who knew? Well, I guess he did.  Three years ago. Go figure.