It’s 2010, but when some in this country describe the American family they sound as if they’re living in the 1950s. It’s all short-sleeve button-down shirts and aprons, ambrosia salad and lime rickeys, a membership to the local country club, and a two-car garage. These people would recoil behind their picket fences if they saw the tattooed Lozas pushing their stroller down the street. Because, sure, Kyle and Casey have a dirt bike or two in the garage, but they’re also two successful business-minded, devoted, churchgoing parents who are committed to the values of love and compassion. Meet the modern family.

Maybe you’ve seen them before, either when Kyle was besting his competitors three years in a row at the X Games or when Casey was on The Hills alongside her sister Audrina for a handful of episodes. Yes, those Hills, where drama resides, where Heidi Montag, Lauren Conrad, and Spencer Pratt’s charmed but complicated lives of bickering and partying enthralled.

Pulling up to the Lozas’ house in Los Angeles’s South Bay, it appears that there has been a crazy party, what with boxes strewn around the garage and a pickup truck in the driveway that’s been tagged with the phrase “Break Your Face.” Turns out, as the slight, cereal-munching, black-clad Kyle explains while opening the door, they moved in only five days earlier, and because Casey has a bulging disc and a torn nerve in her back, unpacking is occurring at a snail’s pace. While some women would be happy not to lift a finger, it drives Casey mad. “They gave me an epidural last week and it didn’t work at all,” she says. “So they’re like, ‘Take some drugs. Relax.’ I’m like, ‘I have two kids and a new house. I can’t relax!’”

On top of taking care of two children under age 3 (Sam Draven was born in April, and Sadie Raine is 2), Casey and Kyle are constantly working on new projects, whether that means launching a cosmetic line or designing prototypes for Etnies. And there are no assistants or nannies to be found. The pair would rather do it themselves, even if it means asking Sadie to stop pretending to chew on the chair that Kyle is sitting in. She’s clearly bored, and, as Casey explains, she had a lot of strawberry syrup at IHOP.

“Kyle and I are basically little kids raising little kids, but we have found a balance of creative freedom and moral grounds,” says Casey. “My mom dressed Drina and I like dorks. We had brown leather matching Mickey Mouse backpacks. She’d push things on us like high-waters. She would never let us be our own person. I want Sadie to be herself.” A typical Loza family outing is a trip to the zoo so Sadie can learn about animals or whatever catches her interest, and their approach to parenting is allowing their kids to flex their creativity and their minds.

It’s not far off from the kind of experience Kyle had. “My entire childhood was skateboarding and building things and making tree houses and stuff.” To hear him tell it, he was a mild-mannered kid who didn’t freak his parents out except when he broke a bone … or 27. So at 15, when he asked if he could get a tattoo—a richly colored piece featuring a cross, a rose, and the words “For God” that would take up most of his left biceps—they said okay. “They were like, ‘It’s a cool thing to live your life by, so do it.’” But the experience of getting inked was a little sketchier than anyone expected. “It was gnarly. My dad went with me to this little apartment in Huntington Beach and there were, like, seven dudes in it and they were doing some crazy drugs, like crack or something.” He got tattooed and they hightailed it out of there.