My work here is done

Before our son was ever born my wife and I were getting ready for church and in a rush to get ready was confusing her left from right. When she realized what she was doing she told me that it would be my responsibility to teach our child left from right.

In response I told her that that was fine, I would handle “right from left”, but that she would have to handle “right from wrong”.

Well, it appears that my work here is now done. Our son is consistently distinguishing his left hands and feet from his right hands and feet. So, I guess I only have to wait a year or so to teach that to my daughter and I’ll really be done. Who says this parenting stuff is hard?

You’re probably wondering what the heck is on the toast that is pictured above this post. Well, those are candy coated anise seeds and they are ridiculously good, even on toast with a little butter.

My sister-in-law gave us some of these in blue and white for our son, as it is a traditional thing to do to celebrate the birth of a child in Holland. At first we were skeptical of the combination of toast, butter and these candy coated anise seeds. Once we tried them, however, we were hooked and that box didn’t last very long.

As we welcomed our daughter into the world we eagerly awaited a box of these little delights, this time in pink and white. When the package got here we barely got them out of the box before we popped some bread in the toaster.

It is fun learning about traditions from other countries and cultures, especially when they are this tasty.

OK, so maybe I have a little work left to do.

The other day while my wife and daughter were off at an infant massage class, my son and I decided to run some errands. While we were in the grocery store he was pounding his fist on the steering wheel of the carts they have that are shaped like race cars yelling “come on! come on!” as we drove through the busy aisles.

Clearly I am rubbing off on him in the wrong ways.

According to Marie Claire us SAHD’s are the new status symbol accessory for the alpha woman. I guess if I have to be an accessory I want to be like a BMW because I have a strong suspension and a smooth ride. My wife, however, is relishing her newfound status as an alpha woman a little too much.

One of the reasons I haven’t been blogging too much around these parts lately, aside from the sleep deprivation and some personal stuff, I’ve been hard at work with a new project that is coming online soon.

For the past four months I have been managing the Spread Your Warmth campaign for Sweatshirt Blanket, which is a product line of my client Centerfield Sports. Things have gone so well that they have asked me to come up with a new campaign for another product line.

In about a week we will be unveiling the Get in the Game campaign. The focus will be to raise awareness for youth sports and the funding crisis in which they currently find themselves. As I was noodling on ideas for this campaign I read an article that quoted former NFL commissioner Paul Tagliabue who stated that youth athletics have lost nearly $2 billion in funding since the financial crisis began.

While we obviously can’t fix the problem completely, we wanted to do something. Therefore, we will be profiling youth sports teams and athletic associations who will compete to win a package of customized merchandise that they can use for fundraising purposes. Additionally, we will be profiling Dads and Moms who are active with their children’s sports teams.

If you fit this description, drop me a comment and I’ll be in touch soon.

Finally, over the past few weeks we’ve been slathering olive oil on our daughter throughout the day because she has a much stronger case of seborrhea than our son ever did. I know I could just say “cradle cap”, but I just like saying seborrhea.

If I ever get around to starting that speed metal band I’ve always dreamed about I’m so going to name it Seborrhea. I can hear it now:

“We are Seborrhea. Thank you, Charlotte, good night!”