Back Into the Swing

Vacation was pretty fun and largely uneventful. (Unless you count the five hours spent at Pep Boys diagnosing and fixing the ignition coil problem.) I always enjoy watching the girls play with their cousins, and they look forward to our trips back north. Actually, the toddler woke up one morning and asked, “Where are my cousins?” Not even out of the port-a-crib and she was rarin’ to play! What a cute tyke.

Also, we got to celebrate multiple times. One cousin had a 6th birthday party (a little early so we could participate), another had his baptismal ceremony in the very church my wife grew up in and we were married in, and we all celebrated my mother-in-laws 65th birthday in style. (Thanks again to my father-in-law for a great meal at a great place.)

One of the things that really topped it off for me was getting to see my best friend’s mother and sister. It had been too long since the last time we were able to get together. I’m already looking forward to seeing them again the next chance I get.

And, to top it all off, I got to watch a rare Philadelphia Phillies victory. When the team batting average is barely above the Uecker-line and their fielding percentage is fourth-worst in all of major league baseball, chances of viewing a win are few and far between. There was a time both my father-in-law and I thought they’d blow it in the middle innings, but they pulled through! Go Phils – well on their way to a 60-win season. (I hope.)

But were home again. Quick shopping to restock the fridge, the mowing of the lawn, getting unpacked and back into the swing of the home life didn’t take too long. Getting back into the swing of writing regularly, however, took some extra time. But I’m happy to say I’m back into the swing of things.

Now, if only my beloved Phillies can do the same.



Questions from my 2-year-old and 6-year-old; followed by my answers…

Daddy, do crocodiles eat turtles?
I think they do, honey. I’ll try to look it up for you.

Daddy, did God make windows?
No, Microsoft did.

Daddy, what would we do without armpits?
Well, we¬† wouldn’t be able to armpit fart – that’s for sure.

Daddy, do crocodiles eat turtles?
I think so, honey. Try to remind me to look that up for you. Daddy’s a little forgetful.

Daddy, what would we do without butts?
Well, then I guess armpit farts would be the only farts, sweetie.

Daddy, why are you home so early? Did you get fired?
No, sweetie. I tried really hard to, but they’re keeping me longer as punishment.

Daddy, do crocodiles eat turtles?
Yes, honey, I’m pretty sure they do. I promise to look it up for you if I ever remember.

Daddy, why is the sky blue?
Because we live in the eye of a blue-eyed giant. Winter is coming!

Daddy, do crocodiles eat turtles?

Mommy, why is Daddy banging his head into the wall?

Writing Advice

My wife is an amazing woman. She’s a wonderful, loving mother who never ceases to impress me with her ability to maintain such a solid faith and positive demeanor raising and home-schooling our four daughters. In fact, because she’s home-schooling our four girls, the mother of my sole girl basketball player this year said my wife is a saint! Yes, our girls have their issues, but if she’s a saint it’s for putting up with me, not them. If this is your first reading of my blog, just peruse the archives and you’ll see what I mean.

My wife started blogging more than a year before me. She’s a devout Catholic and writes on the faith. Over the years she’s been reading and educating herself in the faith, and by enlisting my help in editing and formatting her blog she’s been teaching me more about the rich heritage of the Catholic faith as well. I will be forever grateful for her doing so.

Because she had such a knowledge of her faith she was able to write frequently in the early stages of blogging. If memory serves she was writing about once a week, and sometimes more. Now that our oldest is in high school, our third began kindergarten and the two-year-old is energetic, my wife’s time is at a greater premium than ever before. She still has a lot to teach me and her readers about the faith, but time is limited. There are moments when she gets a little frustrated when it may be three weeks or more between posts. Seeing that her goofy husband’s blog is already over 100 posts in less than half the time must also add to her frustration. Tonight, she said she should post some “quicker” blogs to keep the interest up. As a writer, I must respectfully disagree.

This blog, which I sub-titled The Epitome of Random is precisely that, RANDOM! There is no theme to follow, just totally random observations and commentary on whatever strikes my fancy. On the other hand, my wife has a specific theme and goal – to share and teach the beautiful Catholic faith to anyone who chooses to explore it. Such an effort takes time, it cannot be manufactured. My style is not my wife’s style. She needs to be true to her style, writing deeply from the heart and tapping into the wealth of her faith knowledge. This is what makes her blog so special, that she takes the time to do it right! It shows she cares, because those of us who are Catholic need to care. We need to take the time to learn, to educate ourselves and others.

That’s my writing advice to my wife. Take the necessary time to do your blog right! Because, after 17-plus years of marriage, I know you’re not one for quickies! (See what I mean about putting up with me?)


“Heavenly Father, thank you for this day. Thank you for our many blessings…”

Thus begins the first of our evening family prayers which we say with our girls prior to bedtime. Tonight it had a deeper meaning as I was with my toddler when the words many blessings were recited. She is my mini blessing (as is her 6-year-old sister, the older two no longer count as mini even though they are blessings, too). I am so grateful for my mini blessings and enjoy every moment I can with them.

Granted, at the time I was changing a diaper. A poopie diaper at that.

But I guess regular bowel movements are mini blessings, as well. After all, proper digestive health is important. Now that I’m over forty I am fully appreciative of regular bowel movements – and am quite upset when they don’t go as planned!

Now, you may have thought this a sentimental post upon the title and first two paragraphs. But instead, I resorted to blogging about bowel movements. Yes, much like my many critics have already pointed out, I’m a crap writer!