Flat Samley

One of Sara's friends sent her a Mr. Potato Head to have its picture taken in an interesting place and have the picture sent back. Some parents may be familiar with this process due to Flat Stanley projects in their children's classes. Sara suggested that we take Mr. Potato Head with us when we went to Disneyland on her birthday. That is exactly what we did. Sara shares her birthday with the son of one of my cousins, so my cousin and his family along with another cousin's family joined us for the trip. Unfortunately, my cousin Sam was unable to make the trip. Rumor had it that he cried for days leading up to the trip. I felt sorry for him and decided to think of a way to honor the absence of Sam on our trip. I got craftier than a Beastie Boys song and had a great idea. 9 full size face pictures and Popsicle sticks later, this was the result: Flat Samley goes to Disneyland.
(If you would like to take a Flat Samley with you on your next trip, shoot me a message and we will make it happen).

Happy Mother's Day!

Recently I was at a jewelry store in the mall looking for a gift for the mother of my children when the woman behind the counter asked, "Are you two together?". I looked up from the display case and then at the woman and then at the man with a baby stroller at the other end of the store that she was looking at. I had already started saying no before looking up, because I wasn't together with anyone at the time. I waited a minute to see the woman who had obviously bent down to tie her shoe the instant that I looked over, but that woman didn't exist. The jewelry sales lady had assumed that not only was I gay, but that I was a gay man raising a baby with another gay man. I was too concerned with finding a gift for the mother of my children to stop and think to ask the jewelry sales lady why she made that assumption, but I did appreciate the fact that she thought I would be capable of raising a child. She couldn't have been more wrong. Our kids wouldn't stand a chance with me trying to raise them. Luckily, their mother does a great job of keeping them safe around me. Happy Mother's Day!

p.s. Surprisingly, or not surprisingly(depending on who you ask), this was not the first time I have been mistaken as gay. Perhaps those stories will come to light in the future.