It is time to get exotic!

This morning we are off to the Florida Keys for an important and fun week with Sid’s family.

We are off to the Florida Keys!

First, the important. My sister-in-law (Sid’s sister) is getting married to her fiancé (soon-to-be brother-in-law). Courtney wanted a destination wedding and after waiting patiently her dream is about to come true. Her moment in the sun will come at Hawks Cay Resort on Thursday evening. I have literally (yes, literally), been counting down the days on the family’s group chat since it was well over 100 days out. To see the countdown hit a measly two days this morning is pretty cool. We are all so excited to see the final Mathis sister tie the knot and officially welcome John Henry to the family!

Of course, I anticipate just a little bit (okay, a LOT) of fun to take place over the next week as well. As mentioned, the wedding takes place on Thursday night; but we don’t come back home until next Tuesday! That is a lot of time to explore the Florida Keys. To be honest, I don’t really know what all to expect––but I heard there might be a pool or two.

It goes without saying that the best places require some effort getting to. We will fly from Myrtle Beach to Atlanta. From there we will get on another plane and go to Ft. Lauderdale. At that point, we will ditch the jet for a minivan and drive a couple hours or so to the Florida Keys. Having a 2-year-old always complicates the travel grind but we are crossing our fingers that Sloan behaves the same way she has during the thousands of miles she has already flown in the air.

Peace out, my friends. I won’t be writing for at least a week. Please pray for Court and John Henry as they enter into marriage. Take care and don’t miss me too much. Don’t Blink.

Dang, it is kind of hard to believe that I now have three Father’s Days under my belt as an actual dad!

As with the previous two, yesterday was very nice. The girls allowed me to sleep until 8 a.m., at which time Sloan came into the bedroom to wake me up. When I walked out into the living room, a special message and gifts/cards awaited me.

What a nice display by my wife!

Heck, Sidney even went out and brought back my breakfast of choice (muffins).

But what I wanted to focus on with this blog post was a specific gift that “Sloan” got me. When I ripped open the wrapping paper and removed some cardboard, I had something special in front of me.

Sidney ordered a custom book for me with a couple of familiar characters…me and Sloan!

Sidney ordered me a custom book titled “Sloan Grows Up.”

While we drove to Atlanta for our special getaway a month ago, Sid was busy on her phone as I sat behind the wheel listening to podcasts. I didn’t know it at the time, but my wife was “authoring” the book and “creating” the illustrations.

The company she worked through, Hooray Heroes, specializes in personalized children’s books. You go online, select a book template, insert names, and, best of all, create representations of the main characters. In our book, Sloan might be a shade or two darker than she is in real life but Sid made a spitting image of me.

A look at how the book is formatted along with what I look like in it!

The book Sid made, “When Sloan Grows Up,” tells the story of me empowering Sloan to dream big and become whatever she wants. Throughout the pages, I suggest possible occupations that she can aspire to, such as a writer or even President of the United States. Sid picked each job based on one of my own characteristics (i.e. I enjoy writing and I was once a U.S. Presidents prodigy).

A page of text from the book.

This gift hit the money because not only does Sloan love to read but this book is personal. For it to contain both of us as the main characters is special.

Thank you Sidney for this special gift!

Thank you, Sid and Sloan, for a nice Father’s Day. I love you and will treasure the book. Don’t Blink.

It is my pleasure to write another Thursday Rundown. Not much else to say except for let’s get started…

Handkerchief – When I wrote my wedding blog post three years ago, I documented the gift that Sid gave me on our special day. However, with our anniversary taking place this week, I thought I would bring it back for the purposes of this Thursday Rundown. The morning of June 11, 2016, my brother came to the house and gave me a small gift bag and told me it was from Sid. I opened it up and found the below handkerchief. During the actual wedding ceremony I kept it together the whole time, but when I saw this sweet token from Sid I got a little misty-eyed. I carried it with me next to my heart when we said our vows.

This was the handkerchief Sid gave to me the morning of the wedding.

Rocketman – Last Friday, Sid and I went to see “Rocketman.” We are both big Elton John fans so we wanted to catch it while it was in theaters. I think we were a little too excited to see it (it had been nearly a year since I last went to the movies) because we were a little underwhelmed. It was decent and had us moving in our seats at parts, but I was expecting a little more. In my opinion, “Bohemian Rhapsody” was better. You might attribute that to Queen just having a better story to tell, but I think the way the stories were told is what made one film better than the other. I just wasn’t feeling the whole “flashbacks from rehab” angle. However, the Crocodile Rock sequence that showcases the moment that Elton John’s career took off in the United States was fabulous.

Our Elton John tickets from this past Friday.

Another Elton? – Speaking of “Rocketman,” the movie depicted the first time Elton John sat down at a piano as a little boy. In magical fashion, his fingers danced around the keys, making beautiful music. Well, Sloan had her first experience with a piano this past weekend and let me just say this…she is no Elton. Our little girl tried hard but as she pounded the keys while singing “Old McDonald” (I am dead serious) it was obvious that playing the piano wasn’t going to come as naturally to her as it did to Sir Elton Hercules John.

After her performance this past weekend, I don’t think Sloan will be a piano prodigy.

Father’s Day – This Sunday is Father’s Day and I just want to give a shout out to my dad and my father-in-law. Both of these men are sensational male role models and devoted fathers. I look up to them both and am incredibly thankful to have them in my life. Sloan couldn’t grow up around two better grandpas.

Love these guys!

Shake Wars – McDonald’s? Chick-fil-A? Burger King? Dairy Queen? Wendy’s?

No, I am not talking about hamburgers. Rather, I am talking about milkshakes…the vanilla variety. This week, a journalist from The Insider embarked on a worthy pursuit. She sampled vanilla shakes from the above establishments and gave her opinion on which one was best. I am going to be nice tonight and not force you to follow the link…she stated that Chick-fil-A makes the best vanilla shake followed by Burger King. She ranked McDonald’s last, even below Wendy’s, a particularly savage blow considering a frosty really isn’t even a shake. Although I don’t think I have had a shake at either Dairy Queen or Chick-fil-A before, I did stop at Burger King about a month ago solely for the purpose of a vanilla shake and it was really good!

Sarah Schmalbruch tried vanilla shakes from some powerhouse fast food chains.

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Time to stick a fork in this Thursday Rundown. Get outside my friends and enjoy the extended daylight we are privileged to enjoy this time of year. Don’t Blink.

Last night, we celebrated our anniversary by going out for ice cream. We went to a place called Bruster’s, an ice cream chain with shops located primarily east of the Mississippi. The particular location we visited is just a drive-thru/walk up shop with no indoor seating. Not that it mattered, plenty of outdoor tables and benches are installed at the front of the property and it was a surprisingly mild June evening. The three of us (of course Sloan came along) ate our frozen treats on a red bench right to the side of the ordering window.

The three of us eating ice cream cones at Bruster’s last night to celebrate our anniversary.

Because she is under 40 inches tall, Sloan enjoyed a free cake cone with vanilla ice cream topped with sprinkles. Sidney and I each ordered waffle cones – she had chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and I had birthday cake ice cream. Although I really enjoyed my ice cream, I think Sloan enjoyed hers even more. Sidney and I couldn’t help but laugh as she pretty much ate her whole dessert up until the point when she had just a small, soggy scrap of cone left. With her face and hands covered in melted ice cream, she offered both of us her “leftovers.” We politely declined.

Sloan thoroughly enjoyed her Bruster’s cone.

There was a time when I wouldn’t eat an ice cream cone. Whenever we had ice cream at home or when we visited a parlor, I always requested that it be put in a dish. I point to a few reasons for why I was so anti-cone. First, I couldn’t get past the texture and taste. My initial experiences were mostly with mass-produced cheap cake cones,  leaving a lot to be desired. The way I saw it, the crumbly and faint-tasting cones didn’t seem to pair well with the ice cream. Why ruin a good thing, right?

I was also under the impression that you got less ice cream with a cone than you did with a dish. Even though a scoop should be a scoop, when I observed ice cream parlor employees, it always seemed like a smaller scoop went into a cone while a larger scoop went into a dish. Sacrificing ice cream for something I didn’t like in the first place didn’t seem like a good proposition to me.

Last but not least, I hated the mess. It seemed to never fail––whenever I would venture out and get a cone, I would have melting ice cream running down the sides and dripping out the bottom. Too many times to count I remember the napkin that was wrapped around my cone being permanently plastered around it by the melted mess.

But like with broccoli, I developed an acquired taste for cones later in life. The combination that once seemed like soup and popsicles seemed more like peanut butter and jelly. A switch was flipped and I started to crave ice cream in a cone. Probably the biggest factor in my conversion was simply eating good cones. There is a big difference between a cake cone from a box and a fresh waffle cone made right in front of you. Several years ago I started to willingly order cones, something that I still do to this day.

I now really enjoy cones. This photo is of Sid and I eating a couple of them in Wilmington.

Although I still order ice cream in a dish from time to time, I now have an appreciation for why people enjoy cones. I am glad I have finally seen the light because an ice cream lover like myself needs to be versatile enough to eat it in different forms. Hey, cones aren’t so bad! Don’t Blink.

Three years ago today, Sidney and I danced to “Amazed” by Lonestar at our wedding. Before the first few lyrics were even finished, you could hear light metal objects hitting the floor around us. It didn’t take long before little kids were taking turns dashing out to collect the coins by our feet. By the time the chorus hit (I don’t know how you do what you do, I’m so in love with you!), it wasn’t a pitter-patter of silver and copper anymore. Rather, it was a heavy pour of coins descending from all directions as every child at the reception was on their hands and knees scooping up the money thrown at our feet by the adults.

Ever since the wedding, whenever Lonestar is on the radio, I always hear coins clanging on the ground in my head. The Coin Dance is the best!.

The Coin Dance is an Italian tradition at wedding receptions. Not only is it the highlight of the day for the children in attendance but it provides some of the most memorable pictures and biggest laughs. Perhaps more importantly, legend says the dance brings good luck to newlyweds.

With every coin scooped off the floor, what else could we do but smile?

Well, let me tell you something about legend: If true, it certainly brought Sidney and I all the blissful luck we could have asked for.

Cheers to good luck!

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Today we celebrate our third wedding anniversary. Although the story behind the Coin Dance is great and all, I like to think the keys to our first three years of marital happiness can be traced to other factors. At the very basis of my joy is that I married the best girl in the world. There is no way I couldn’t be happy with Sid as my wife. However, that is a very one-sided assessment because let’s face it––I outkicked my coverage.

Today, we celebrated our third wedding anniversary.

But I do think there are a few components that we both benefit mutually from when it comes to the early success of our marriage. In honor of three years, I have three quick reasons.

I can think of three key components that continue to help our marriage prosper.

Marriage Rooted in the Church – Before Sidney and I both said “I do,” we knew that God had to have a permanent and prominent role in our marriage. Our Pre-Cana counseling led us to the altar three years ago to receive the sacrament of holy matrimony. We made our promise to God and to each other, setting us down a fruitful road. No institution values marriage more than the Catholic Church and we were blessed to become one inside of it.

Letting God play a major role in our relationship and getting married in the Catholic Church has made all the difference.

The Best Examples – It helps so much to have parents who exemplify how marriage is done. Sid and I are lucky in that her mom and dad and my mom and dad have about 80 years of marriage between them. We look up to them and aspire to emulate what they have built themselves over the decades. The loyalty, respect, and love shown by our parents is inspiring. Because of the example they have set, we are more motivated to create something truly special in our own marriage.

We have to look no further than our own parents for great examples of what marriage is all about.

From Husband and Wife to Mom and Dad – Some might say that it is overly ambitious, perhaps even burdensome, to have a baby the first year of marriage. But spend 10 minutes with Sloan and tell me that again. We were overjoyed to hear the wonderful news that Sid was pregnant and anxiously awaited the arrival of our daughter. Once Sloan was born, our love for each other grew even stronger. Our marriage had to mature faster than most newlyweds but we would not have had it any other way. To share the constant joy that our toddler brings us while working as a team to be the best parents possible has only strengthened and fostered the love we share with each other.

We are so lucky to have this little monkey. She brings out the best in both of us.

Sidney and I are blessed. We share a love that is richer than the amount of money that was thrown on that dance floor three years ago (and trust me, my dad went all out cashing in big bills for coins). With God, positive role models, and a certain little girl, I know that our marriage will continue to bear fruit.

My parents sent us an anniversary gift with a card that probably paid us the most meaningful compliment ever. Love you, mom and dad.

Three years down, forever to go, right Sid? Don’t Blink.

We probably all grew up in a town or city that had a yearly festival that defined the community. Citizens looked forward to it, the media covered it extensively, and city resources were fully devoted to its success. Ironically enough, with many of these events, a great deal of excitement is generated from something other than what takes place directly on the streets. It all centers on one question…

What is the t-shirt going to look like this year?!

Yes, yes, yes. With established, annual events there is always anticipation surrounding the t-shirt. Growing up in Spokane, the color/design of the Bloomsday (a 7 mile community run held in May) t-shirt was always a major secret until the first person crossed the finish line. Once the shirt was out, it received either the approval or critique of thousands of participants.

Well, #CCUSocialMedia isn’t an annual event. Rather, it is 24/7/365 machine that doesn’t take a day off, let alone 364 of them. However, with that said, we still release an annual t-shirt. 

Each year, a new #CCUSocialMedia t-shirt is released.

As I discussed last year, I arrived at Coastal Carolina University with the intention of building its social media program to function as a brand. Out of the myriad of things needed to fully establish #CCUSocialMedia, a creative t-shirt was on the list (down toward the bottom of course). Once some of the more pressing issues of building a social media presence were taken care of, I gleefully turned my attention to creating something that students would want to wear.

A look at the #CCUSocialMedia shirts of the past.

Recently, we revealed our 2019-20 #CCUSocialMedia t-shirt. The fourth incarnation of the garment, this year’s version was made to not only win favor with our students but also to play a major role in this summer’s social media campaign––but more on the latter objective in a future blog post. Tonight, I just wanted to touch base on the creation of the shirt as a means to showcase our brand and to appeal to our audience.

We recently revealed the 2019 #CCUSocialMedia t-shirt.

I asked my social media specialist, Anthony Bowser, for ideas on this year’s design. As someone who recently graduated from college, he has a better idea than me about what university undergrads will actually walk outside in. He suggested I incorporate the South Carolina state outline somehow. I took his advice and came up with a concept that combined state pride with one of the most popular social media buzzwords floating around.

The back of the 2019 #CCUSocialMedia t-shirt is our program’s logo.

Taking liberty to describe the #CCUSocialMedia program as a major influencer in South Carolina, I envisioned a t-shirt that depicted a flurry of social media activity in the easternmost part of the state––you know, right where Conway is? Anthony and I presented this concept to Ron Walker, one of our talented graphic designers, and he created something that exceeded what I had drawn in my head.

Ron took all the elements we requested and made an awesome design. The outline of the state of South Carolina fills the front part of the t-shirt with the words Top #Influencer written inside. A CCU pin marker designates Conway. Social media icons and reaction buttons stem from the pin and dance inside and outside the outline. The shirt conveys that CCU is a top influencer along with the person wearing it.

Me sporting our new #CCUSocialMedia Top #Influencer t-shirt.

The back of the shirt is our social media logo, solidifying the apparel’s branding.

As I mentioned, this year’s shirt is much more than a trendy item for students. Although we will be giving out a ton of these things to Chanticleers currently enrolled at CCU, there is a greater purpose for their use (more on that later). Thanks to Ron and Anthony for collaborating on this project, I appreciate the creativity! Stay tuned, pretty soon these shirts will be literally everywhere in South Carolina. Don’t Blink.

Good evening to one and all. Remember to really savor this time of the season. Over the next couple weeks we will enjoy some of the longest days of the year. Get out and enjoy them while breathing in the sweet air of summer. Okay, let me get off my soapbox and begin the latest Thursday Rundown…

Tacky Tourist – If you read my blog post from last night, you know that today was not only Sidney’s last day of the school year but also her final day as a second grade teacher. She decided to go out in style by fully participating in her school’s Tacky Tourist Day. Check out this outfit she threw together, complete with a fake sunburn and “raccoon eyes.” Pretty creative if you ask me!

Sidney knocked it out of the park today as a tacky tourist.

Generic to the Core – I am always up for a good knockoff product. Sloan and I have been working on this box of “Berry Crunch.” But the name isn’t the best part of this Crunch Berries rip off. Rather, it is the mascot that appears on the box. How does the bird on the front, a blue mix of the Kellogg’s Cornflakes chicken and the Froot Loops toucan, relate to the cereal in any way? Cap’n Crunch himself has to be pretty puzzled. Despite the random creature on the box, the cereal actually tastes as good as the original cereal.

This week, Sloan and I have been working on a generic version of Crunch Berries called “Berry Crunch.”

Vanilla – I tweeted the below out exactly a year ago. To be honest, it was mostly to gently poke fun at my wife. Not only will she order vanilla at ice cream parlors (for cones and shakes), she will usually order a vanilla bean slice at the Cheesecake Factory. When faced with 31 flavors of ice cream or 34 varieties of cheesecake, how do you select vanilla? But while Sid might fit the literal basis of the tweet, she doesn’t fit it metaphorically. Sidney is one of the most creative people I know and by no means has a “vanilla” personality. Does anyone else out there opt for vanilla flavors?

I tweeted this out on June 6, 2018.

Cookies at Grocery Stores – As a kid, I loved going to the grocery store. In fact, I still really enjoy going as an adult. But back in the day, my primary reasons for going with my mom to do her shopping revolved around browsing the candy aisle, watching the lobsters swim in the tank at the seafood department, playing in the walk-in coolers, and getting my free cookie at the bakery. The last reason is really what motivated me to tag along. It is good to see that the supermarket tradition of pacifying young children (at least for a minute or two) while their parents shop is alive and well. As I mentioned in Monday’s blog post, the cookie that Sloan was given at Kroger over the weekend really helped calm her down. Full disclosure, I am actually a little envious each time Sloan is handed a free cookie because I want one too!

Sloan eating a cookie given to her at Kroger.

Classsssssic – This joke format is pretty common (answering a question but withholding crucial details) but is usually always funny. I love jelly beans but I also know what old ones taste like. This Pickles comic appeared in today’s newspaper.

Classic joke from a classic comic strip.

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I am looking forward to the weekend with my wife and daughter. Have a great Friday everyone and I will catch back up with everyone next week. Don’t Blink.

Tonight, my wife will go to bed as a second grade teacher for the final time.

The school year will end for Horry County students on Thursday and so will Sidney’s tenure teaching 8-year-olds. A few weeks ago, her principal asked if she would be willing to move up to fourth grade. Always down for a challenge and a change, Sid accepted. Undoubtedly, it will be a new adventure next year!

Sidney will teach fourth grade next year.

For us adults, an age gap of two years doesn’t make a difference. For elementary school children, it might as well be an eternity. There are a lot of physical, intellectual, and emotional differences between a second grader and a fourth grader. Needless to say, there will be a major adjustment going from 8-year-olds to 10-year-olds. But of course, maturity level isn’t the only new challenge Sid will face. She will also deal with an entirely new curriculum.

After five years of teaching the same units and lessons, Sid will have to create a new playbook. She will teach different material, prepare students for new standardized tests, and update her classroom. But don’t think when I say “update” her classroom that I just mean switch out the posters on her walls. Rather, think “total makeover” as in a brand new room. Sid will move to a different area of the school to be in the same wing as the other fourth grade teachers.

When she returns to Palmetto Bays School next August, I imagine it might feel like her first day of teaching all over again. There will be a lot that she will have to learn on the fly and probably some nerves to overcome. But any anxiety will be trumped by her excitement for this new challenge. Sidney is an INCREDIBLE teacher and can shape minds in an effective way regardless of whether the heads that house them have been around the sun eight times or ten times.

Congratulations to Mrs. Reser on completing another school year and for successfully teaching second graders for half a decade. Have a wonderful summer, you deserve it! Don’t Blink.

You wouldn’t see a tear rolling down my cheek last night.

After 32 victories, Jeopardy champion and early summer pop culture icon James Holzhauer was defeated by a Chicago librarian. I took satisfaction knowing that not only did James fall far short of Ken Jennings’ record winning streak (74 games) but that he narrowly missed breaking Jennings’ record for total winnings ($2.52 million). Sorry James, you will just have to deal with your measly $2.46 million.

Former Jeopardy champ James Holzhauer is not my favorite contestant.

I admit it, dominant Jeopardy champions don’t usually win favor with me. Although I did pull for Jennings, I openly rooted against champs such as Austin Rogers, Buzzy Cohen, and Arthur Chu. Perhaps it is mostly jealousy, but some of these players do bring with them an air of arrogance that I don’t particularly care for. James seemed to embrace a nonchalant, “I don’t care/I’m bored” attitude that rubbed me the wrong way. But my ire could very well be misplaced, because there was no doubt that Alex Trebek loved him.

Nonetheless, I am glad he is gone. I respected his skills with the buzzer and his robotic-like knowledge of geography (and every other subject) but I was less impressed with his specific bets and needless commentary he slipped in between clues.

But maybe I should be celebrating something other than James’ downfall. As a diehard Jeopardy fan, I could show my true colors better by rejoicing in the way last night’s game was played as opposed to basking in who lost. Did you know that every single clue offered in the Jeopardy round was answered correctly? Then, in the Double Jeopardy round, only ONE clue was answered incorrectly. In Final Jeopardy, all three contestants got it right. You won’t watch a Jeopardy game much more beautiful than that.

Last night’s game was about as good as it gets. These three contestants put on a show.

It goes without saying that a game played to that level of perfection was needed to beat James. It also was absolutely crucial that his opponents controlled the board and gobbled up the Daily Doubles, especially the ones in Double Jeopardy. After weeks of slapping the couch in frustration and watching boring runaway game after boring runaway game, the stars finally aligned and the champ was dethroned.

Congratulations (and thank you) to Emma Boettcher. She was poised and focused up on that stage, seemingly unfazed by matching up against a 32-day champion. I hope she wins a couple more games because she deserves it…but by next week I wouldn’t mind a new champion. Now, once and for all, can we go back to playing the Jeopardy board from the top down? Don’t Blink.

Last night, I received a text message from my wife. She was moments away from boarding a plane that would bring her back to Myrtle Beach. She was concluding a weekend girls’ trip in New York City with her sisters, mom, and niece. The text read, You will be off daddy duty soon.

I replied, writing that I am technically never off daddy duty (nor would I want to be) but that I was excited for my parenting partner to be home. Raising a sweet little girl is just more fun with two.

It was definitely a daddy-daughter weekend at our house over the past few days. It was the longest time she has ever spent with one parent before, making it the longest time I have spent with just my daughter before. Prior to Sloan’s birth, I pledged to Sid that I would be a hands-on dad and this past weekend was another opportunity to make good on that commitment.

My little girl smiled the whole weekend. Was so nice to spend it with her.

My goal going into our three days together was to make it memorable. I did this by conveying to her that it was a special weekend and by relaxing the rules just a bit. Of course this didn’t stop Sloan from asking for mommy frequently, but I think she still appreciated the slight change of pace.

When I picked her up on Friday from daycare, I asked what she wanted for dinner. She responded by exclaiming pepperoni pizza!! We went to Kroger and ordered a custom pizza. During the time that it took the store employees to burn the first pizza and make a new one, Sloan took me on a wild and crazy dash around the grocery store. After our pie was finally ready, we went home and ate. After dinner we played in her playroom and I pushed her around the house on her Minnie Mouse airplane. I surprised her with a couple pieces of her favorite candy (Hershey kisses) and she sat on the couch with me and watched her iPad as I watched adult TV. I then let her fall asleep on our bed while she watched Mickey Mouse.

The cookie the Bakery gave Sloan calmed down her mania a bit. Once we got home, she was chowing down on that pizza!

On Saturday, Sloan was up bright and early. We played in the playroom and out in the front yard. A stroll to our neighborhood park area allowed us to feed the turtles and play on the jungle gym. She exerted large quantities of energy when we visited Windmill Playhouse, an activity she really enjoyed. Sloan went hard for over two hours as she did everything Windmill offered…multiple times. We both went home exhausted! Her night ended on a high note with ice cream.

Saturday was a fun day of playing (and eating).

Sunday started with mass. For the first time in several weeks, she was well-behaved as we celebrated the Ascension. We went to the pool and splashed around. After a nap, the two of us went outside to play on the jungle gym in our backyard and to relax on the hammock. Her friend from next door, Riley, came over to play. I made Sloan pasta for dinner. Before we knew it, the time had arrived for us to pick up Sidney from the airport. After 60+ hours of not seeing mommy, Sloan was in Sid’s arms by 10 p.m. last night.

From mass to the pool to the backyard, Sunday was filled with God and fun!

Dads can get a case of anxiety when they are alone with their little one. I am not immune. However, most of us know that the moments of chaos are outweighed by the moments of laughter and love. Daddy-daughter alone time is also a great way to appreciate moms even more¬– you get an even clearer sense of how much they do! I will cherish the weekend I spent with Sloan, but like I mentioned above, I am glad to have Sid back. Don’t Blink.