Deep Space Buddy 


Every parent daydreams about what his or her kid may be when he grows up. Whom will he marry, if he does at all? What will he choose for a job? Where will he live? (please don’t let it be too far away)

Chris has a very specific daydream for Christopher: He is to be the first Archbishop of Mars. Continue reading

Quick Lit: Incarnate words


School is out, we’re on vacation, and Mad Men is over, so I’ve been reading a lot lately and have run into some unexpected themes in some of my mindless summer reading.

First, for those following along, I made it out of the Slough of Despond and finished The Goldfinch. While it never did quite return to the magic that captured my imagination in the first third of the book, the last third redeemed it somewhat. The ending reminded me a lot of Crime & Punishment but with terrible theology/ramblings.

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The San Diego Odyssey

We made it to San Diego! Unfortunately, we made it into quite the odyssey, but by George, we made it.


We left my in-laws’ to get to JFK on Friday maaaaybe ten minutes late, but it should not have mattered except for the traffic. In rural nowhere Connecticut. And then Google Maps lead us on an alternate route with more traffic. I was convinced from the beginning that we would miss our flight, but Chris was optimistic. As a side note, we often balance each other out in this way. It is rare that both of us are dooming and glooming at the same time and it’s very helpful.

The traffic when we hit New York

But the hope made the eventual outcome that much more disappointing. We made it to JFK a mere 45 minutes before our flight so American wouldn’t check our bag, and thus we could not get on our flight. I wept. It was a lot. But we had the kindest gate agent who rebooked us through Chicago for the next day even when she was under no obligation to.

We spent the night at the JFK Holiday Inn on American Airlines’ appropriately named “distress rate,” shoving the hotel crib in the tiny bathroom, and getting a few hours of terribly restless sleep. We got up at the crack of dawn to catch our flight to Chicago. The gate agent had even blocked off the entire row for us, so we brought the car seat on the plane and Christopher slept the whole time. He squeezed in some time to spot some trucks, or “duh!” as everything is called right now.

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7QT: Go, Lassie, Go (to California)


In a mere two hours, we are off to the airport to catch a late cross-country flight to see my family in San Diego! I’m so excited, I could burst. Why am I writing a post with only two hours left to pack, etc.? Because I drank a ton of coffee this morning and between my typical travel anxiety that does not abate until we are sitting on a plane and the caffeine, I am crushing it. I packed, wrote my grammar class’s final exam, and did some browsing already.


We’ve had a pleasant time with my in-laws in rural Connecticut this week. On Wednesday, we took a trip to Washington Depot, the town upon which Stars Hollow was supposedly based. It was very green and very New England. We had lunch at George Washington Tavern and I could imagine Taylor holding deals over a sandwich there. Christopher enjoyed it quite a bit.    


What I am not crushing is my latent anxiety about a long flight with a toddler. All of our previous flights with Christopher have been surprisingly pleasant, but that was before he could walk. I have whole-heartedly neglected my Pinterest-inspired aspirations for crafts to keep him busy. Our flight takes off about two hours before bed time so we’re hoping we can walk him up and down the aisles and let him indulge in some iPhone usage before the uncomfortable business of Ergo-ing him to sleep. If there’s one thing I absolutely hate in this world, it’s nursing in an airplane seat. Ora pro nobis, y’all.


Between moving and packing anxiety, a Christopher illness this week, and my attempt to compensate with caffeine all day, I’ve not been sleeping very well. I’m ready to get to my parents’ house and pass out, only to be awoken at 4:00am by a toddler who does not understand Pacific time.


Good reads this week that will inevitably be presented as reasons my husband should not get tenure in the future:

  • My husband wrote an article for a Knights of Columbus project called Fathers for Good. I still can’t tell if the lone comment on the column is supposed to be scoldy or what. We’re not starving, Gerry, I promise.
  • Jenny hits the Caitlyn situation nail on the head. I also liked this take, linked by Simcha Fisher.
  • Matthew Lee Anderson wrote a beautiful 10,000 word essay about the reasons behind his opposition to gay marriage.
  • After all that heavy reading, you’re going to want to visit Auntie Leila’s Bad Pinterest Ideas board. Hilarious.
  • I stumbled upon this old article about Homeboy Industries this morning and it brought tears to my eyes several times. My dad does some business with them and Chris got to go to a dinner with Fr. Boyle at Yale recently. He’s the real deal.
  • If I had any extra money, I’d throw it at this Kickstarter for a documentary questioning hormonal birth control. I liked The Business of Being Born but despite having a natural birth, I’m not quite as crunchy as Ricki Lake. However, it’s refreshing to see a secular challenge to the language of “empowerment” surrounding a pill that suppresses an essential facet of feminine identity.


My father-in-law listens almost exclusively to the Irish Tenors. I’ve written before about how I find Irish music terribly depressing but I’ve had this jaunty tune stuck in my head all week.

Of course, as Chris can tell you, I inherited the penchant for making up ditties for everything from my father. This song quickly turned into “Go, Tweetie, Go,” since Tweetie is my favorite nickname for Christopher. It made me long to return to Ireland. A bonus picture from our honeymoon in Donegal for nostalgia’s sake: IMG_1582 I’m also reading Outlander, which, yes, is set in Scotland and not all Gaelic people are the same, but there’s a lot of “lassies” in there. No Timmys in wells, but a lot of lassies (har har har). (The jury’s still out on whether I want to finish the book.)


I really should get back to packing. Next time I post, we’ll be soaking up the June Gloom in San Diego!!!! I’m going to explode, I’m so excited.