Posted in Life

An Urban Daddy’s Tip on Dealing with Halloween Candy

For those of you relatively new to my blog you may have missed my older posts about Halloween.  So you don’t have to go back and look them up, I have provided the Coles Notes version;

I hate Halloween.

I hate dressing up.

I hate knocking of strangers’ doors asking for candy. The begging aspect turns me off, but hey, kids these days love it!

Just last week I told an 18-year-old that they should not go trick or treating.

I also stepped in when my kids asked our 32-year-old nanny if she was trick or treating (she’s really petit and looks about 12, poor girl). Apparently being a devout Christian they don’t accept holidays surrounding the dead, the devil and the like. Who knew?!?

Anyways… Back on topic.

Candy! Chocolate! Gum! Sweets! Cavities! All things kids will get tonight unless we as parents step in and take all their candy from them.  How you ask?  Well when Linus was 2-years-old, my wife came up with an amazing suggestion. She asked Linus if he wanted to trade all his candy for a new toy. Turns out if you start the tradition early (assuming your kids, like our kids do not eat sugary treats everyday) they jump at this offer and boy did Linus jump at our offer big time.

So for the past 4 years we have been trading the kids candy for toys and just this past weekend we bought the boys’ BeyBlades which they will get tonight upon returning from their trick or treating.

Now, before you start commenting on how horrible we are for taking the kids candy and eating it and yes, if I eat another piece of candy I’ll burst, keep this in mind. First we get the kids to dump their candy on the table and I take out the yucky stuff they are not allowed like gum, and apples with razor blades in them. Then we ask the kids to pick 5 pieces of candy (not including the stuff they inhale during the evening) and they put that aside. Then we take the yucky stuff neither my wife nor I will eat and we immediately give that stuff away to the hoards of trick or treaters that come to our house.

Then we eat the rest of the candy (or I give it out to my staff, I can’t remember).  I’m pretty sure my wife will steal all the good stuff she likes; Reese Peanut Butter Cups, Twix and (ugh) Coffee Crisp and while saving me from getting fatter, she will wisely hide them.

I will take whatever is left and set it out of harms way from the kids.

So now the kids have only a few treats and a brand new toy.


Now all I will need is their help as we take any of the remaining pumpkins on our front steps (we had 20 of them ranging from large to very small) and cook with them.  I like making stuff with the pumpkins – bread, soup, loaf, cookies. but never a pie.

I wanted to make something to take to the homeless but based on my pumpkin failures, I don’t want to force anyone to eat one of my “creations”.


Happy Halloween.



Posted in music, urbandaddyblog

A little research never hurt anyone, right? Talkin about Chickenfoot.

If there is one thing I hate, it’s spouting off facts and figures from the top of head not knowing if it’s right or wrong.  In the good old days we had encyclopedia’s, but nowadays we have this thing called the Internet so we do not know if the facts we read are true or not.  Any loser can start a blog and write stuff (case in point, you’re reading mine), so what I try to do is research my facts to make sure I add some credibility to my statements, or bitch sessions.

Case in point number #1 today is the band Chickenfoot.  I heard them on Octane, Channel 37 on XM satellite radio, so I presumed they were a new band headed up my former Van Halen lead singer Sammy Hager.  So I bought some of their music from iTunes and added it to my iPod.  Soap on a Rope and Oh Yeah are the best of the very limited songs I have heard.

Then last week I heard them on XM radio 38 which is the Boneyard.  As far as I knew that channel was for older music so immediately I became puzzled wondering if the band was new, or maybe older and I started to think that Van Halen could have picked up Hagar from this band.

Wanting to post something, I hit up my friend Google for some more information.  Turns out the band is a recent thing.  And while reading over multiple sources, I now realize why I like their stuff;

Chickenfoot is the title for the “supergroup” featuring ex-Van Halen members Sammy Hagar and bassist Michael Anthony along with incredible guitarist Joe Satriani and drummer Chad Smith of the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

So here’s my dilemma… I don’t like Hagar very much.  His voice kind of grates on my nerves when I listen to him often and I didn’t like “I Can’t Drive 55” at all.  There was some stuff of his when with Van Halen that I really liked, Poundcake and some of the ballads, but overall, I liked the music and not the voice.  I suspect the same will stand here.  I think with Hagar they are good, but with a different voice, they may be better… Or not.  What do I know, really. 

What do you think?  I linked to the YouTube version of Soap on a Rope.  Give it a listen and let me know what your thoughts are.

Posted in Life, Stewie

So so Smooth… I could learn from him.

Man, what a smooth talker!  I could learn from this one.

Stewie, I’m referring to.  5-year-old Stewie.

You see, he wore a nice shirt to school for his class picture but at some point in the day he got hot and took it off.   Of course, he forgot to put it back on which meant his individual SK picture will be of him in an army green t-shirt that reads, “Mom’s Cabana Cutie” on it, and not in a nicely chosen shirt.

When I commented to his mother that at least the shirt was accurate – he LOVES his mother, he looked down at his shirt and commented;

“Does my shirt say Mom is terrible???”

We both looked at each other, very puzzled and shocked that he would say that.

“Do you think your mother is terrible?” she asked him.

“No”, he replied with a smirk on his face.

“Do you think your mother is terrible?” she repeated?

“No” he said again, a little more seriously, still with a smirk.

“What do you think of your mother?” she asked him.

“Mom is pretty” he replied, looking very proud.

“Mom is smart”, he said right after.

Man, he learns at such an early age, eh?

Happy wife = happy life.

Happy mummy = happy tummy.

I could learn from this kid!

Posted in Life’s Top 50 Daddy Blogs of 2011

I saw on Twitter today that has come out with their list of the Top 50 Dad Blogs for 2011, and while I am not on the list (must be an oversight, eh?)  I love finding new Daddy bloggers to read, talk about and bond with.

The link is below;

Fortunately for me, some kind soul added me to the list of “nominate me” blogs, so you can go there (please) and click “like” by my blog and get it up near the top of the rankings…


So go forth, read some Daddy bloggers and enjoy Babble’s list.

Posted in Life

How did you spend your weekend?


It’s Monday.  Man that weekend went so fast!  With kids programs, and putting together all the Ikea shelving we bought last week, there was no time to rest, relax or blog.

There is so much to catch up on, I don’t even know where to start.  So I’ll start with bullet points and expand where necessary;

  • So Libya killed Gaddafi and the new rulers, propped up by many nations around the world, are bringing in Islamic rule, Sharia law into Libya.  Not good for the Christians or Jews there.  Already the new government is booting out the Jewish residents and denying any changes to the Synagogue in Tripoli.  Can you say Nazi Germany???  My wife and I have been in Poland where Hitler did the same and used the Synagogues as horse stables.  How nice…
  • Did they really need to kill Gaddafi?  They had him, his was begging to live.  I think having him alive to see the citizens he tortured taking his possessions is enough torture, no?
  • So after having what I thought was a terrible karate class, Linus was rewarded with a stripe.  Now he only needs one more and he can grade for his green belt.  All this is moot because he hates the classes – they are slow and he loves playing around and being goofy – and he really only uses his correct techniques when punching his brother at home.  If he displayed that same form and intensity in class he’d be on his purple belt!
  • Stewie on the other hand, who just turned 5, was moved up to the yellow belt class with kids 6 years old plus.  He’s not developing in the lower class and unlike distracted Linus, Stewie is VERY focussed and wants to move up… NOW!  They’ll be in the same class by January.
  • On the cute front was watching Linus and Stewie teaching Berry karate.  Seeing her making the moves and yelling Key-yi was hilarious.
  • Speaking of Berry… She’s potty training.  Thank goodness.  Sure, she’s not 2-year-old until the end of next month, but we bought her Hello Kitty panties and to wear them she has to sit on the potty.  I hope all this potty sitting translates into no diapers.  I’m getting tired of the cloth diapers – the diaper wraps are showing their age.  But a huge thank you to Comfy Cotton in Markham for getting my kids potty trained at 2 1/2 and 3 1/4.  Let’s see how quickly the girl gets moving.  I know having a cold wet diaper next to their bottoms was the major reason for the push.
  • On the weekend along with karate, the kids helped me take down the Sukkah.  Which kids?  Linus and Berry, of course.  Linus shlepped the heavy metal brackets from the backyard to the storage under the front steps while Berry helped him sweep the leaves off the patio.  Linus was awesome.  Such a big boy.  And no, the gate was not open enough for our neighbour to see it and threaten to “sue” us.  He was out with family.
  • I let the boys put up the Halloween decorations this year.  I looked and they did an awesome job.  They said we need more decorations and I think because a neighbour has 30 life-sized zombies on his front lawn.  His house gets converted into a cemetery and compared to that, our house does suck.
  • I signed up to play ball hockey this winter.  I received a call from the captain and he seemed interested but has not called back to give me the details of the first game.  I know the team name and where the games are played, however.  I wonder if he was having second thoughts after finding out I was 40?!?  I didn’t mention to him that in 20 years of playing my team has won 4 league championships and more recently, the teams I have joined have gone from giving up more than 5 goals a game to less that 3 goals per game and in those games I’m playing even strength, power play and penalty killing.  I join the rush and am a plus-player.  Oh, well.  This Thursday is the first game and my wife and I have theatre tickets.
  • Thinking I had free time, I have proven it is impossible for me to say “no”, by joining the Boy Scouts to be a leader in my son, Linus’ Beaver troop.  It’s Wednesday nights, and after being there for one meeting I felt they needed additional support to keep the kids in line.  20 kids aged 5, 6, or 7 can be crazy.  Plus I was a Beaver, Cub, Scout and Venturer… I signed the application form and it needs to be sent for reference checks and a police check and then I’ll be good to go.  My Dad was my leader and he would be so proud of seeing Linus in Scouting.  Oddly enough, Stewie does NOT want to join Beavers as he doesn’t want to “wear a costume”.  OY.
  • Visit number one to the Holistic Naturalpathic Doctor resulted in me now taking a crap-load of supplements.  I have 5 bottles with drops, one bottle of seaweed pills, and 4 other pills.  The good part about them is that the Glyco Support is keeping my blood sugar at a constant level and I feel great all day.  No ups and downs.  My temper is in control and I don’t cry watching Grey’s Anatomy.  The most difficult challenge for me, however is going to be getting more sleep and eating the diet she wants me to eat for my blood type, which I found out was A+.  No beef, no dairy, no wheat, no coffee…   I know I’ll lose weight but I don’t know how much of this I can pull off.
  • So karate, swimming, Beavers… No wonder we spend all weekend cleaning and resting instead of heading out to do stuff as a family. 
  • So I was up until almost 1am last night organizing toys in the basement, putting them in the correct bins.  Care to guess how long it will take before stuff winds up in the wrong bins???  That drives me crazy!  I’ll bet they’re in disarry right now!
  • I saw that 26 members of the Toronto lingerie league football team have left the team as a result of bad coaching and “poor equipment”.  I have not paid attention to this league because I don’t get football, but these athletes are playing in a bra and panties, no?  So if that’s what you signed up for, how can you complain about the equipment?  I understand the helmets are hockey helmets and not football helmets.  If they are that concenred about safety, then the league needs to get these girls elbow and knee pads too.  If it’s supposed to be real football, make it safe.  Leave the wardrobe malfunctions to attract the audiences, but keep the girls safe.
  • Under the category of EWWWWW; I am always after my boys to not pick their noses and then put their fingers in their mouthes.  Tons of kids do it and it’s gross.  This past Sunday at karate took the cake as a girl sitting beside Linus picked her nose, then immediately sucked it off her finger.  Then went to the next nostril, and into the mouth.  But what made it super-ewww, was when she wiped her nose with the back of her hand, then I had the “pleasure” of watching her see there was nose-stuff on her hand, and then see her lick it all off the back of her hand.  UGH.  Sorry.  Had to share!
  • I hate, hate, hate that when I’m trying to put gas into my car, the #$%^&^% machine tells me “pump is ready” and stupid me clicks the handle and it’s not ready.  It’s never ready.  Why can’t the message wait 2 seconds then say it’s ready when it’s actually ready… Drives me crazy!
  • And finally, have you ever noticed that replacing cash with debit cards, and credit cards, etc. was intended to make it “easier” for us to pay for things, but it’s not!  With PIN’s and chips, swiping and passwords, you now need a friggin computer science degree to pay for a loaf of bread.  Cash please!