Happy Birthday, Baby

Four years ago today my beautiful baby girl, Chiara Elizabeth, was born. The years have just flown by. When she arrived on the scene, I was so grateful for her presence, for the gift of new life at my ripe old age (just about 43). Today she continues to amaze me with her funny statements — like the time I told her she she was a pain in the butt and she responded, “I am not a penguin butt.” And her keen observations — like when we were on vacation last week and she felt the need to ask her new-found friend’s baby-sitter why she had a ring through her belly button. And her unique personality and quirks — like how she starts every sentence with “Well…”

Here’s a quick look from day one…




It’s not as bad as it sounds

Well, I received a new title today: Apostle to the ‘Idiots,’ which is the headline from an In Person feature on me in this week’s National Catholic Register. On the surface that might not seem like a good thing, but since it is a reference to St. Paul, who was the Apostle to the Gentiles, I’m going to look at the bright side of things and feel good about it. (Get it? It’s a play on the fact that I wrote The Complete IDIOT’S Guide to the Catholic Catechism. Very witty.)

Thanks to Jesuit Father Matthew Gamber for taking the time to interview me, and thanks to the National Catholic Register for publishing it. Check it out HERE.

As the interview points out, I feel blessed to have written this book because it re-opened my eyes to my lifelong Catholic faith. It started as a professional experience and quickly became a spiritual one. But you can read all about it in the Register.

7 Quick Takes Friday: Vacation Edition


–1–


We made our annual pilgrimage to Maui’s Dog House, which has the best hot dogs — including the best veggie hot dogs — you will ever eat. That’s a photo of my favorite: the Chicago veggie dog with a side order of “salty balls,” small potatoes cooked in brine and spices and served with drawn butter. Delicious! (Note the dog bowl serving dish.) When my kids made their poster-size list of things they wanted to do this summer, “Eat at Maui’s” was right up there.

It’s a great family-owned little shore restaurant whose owner used to be a chef in Maui. Hence, the name. It’s not only the food that’s great, though. We love the atmosphere and attitude. This year we actually wrote our order down ahead of time since you’re kind of expected to know how it works when you walk up to the window to rattle off your dinner wishes. When Noah said he wanted cheese on his BBQ burger, I refused to place the order, sure that this substitution would be unacceptable. I made Dennis do the ordering. But it was cool, and dinner was great, and the place was more crowded than we’ve ever seen it. Could have been the hour, or the fact that Maui’s was featured on the Food Network. The show will run again today (Friday, July 17, at 10 p.m.) and again at 1 p.m. on Saturday and 2 p.m. on Sunday if you want to check it out. And if you are in the Wildwoods, or anywhere near the southern tip of NJ, make sure Maui’s is on your itinerary.

–2–

Let’s start a movement to ban smoking on New Jersey beaches — all U.S. beaches, for that matter. This week, every time we settled down to breathe in the ocean air, all we got was second hand smoke. I am amazed at the number of people here who apparently haven’t heard the news that smoking can kill you and that it ain’t so great for the rest of us who have to put up with others’ smelly addictions. And that’s before we even get to the fact that the beach is littered with thousands of cigarette butts. It sort of takes away from building sandcastles or lounging in the sand if you’re constantly digging up butts. At one point today, when we were completely surrounded by smokers who seemed to have timed their fixes so that one of them was always lighting up at a different time, I had to close all the “windows” in our beach tent so that napping Chiara didn’t get smoked out. It was disgusting. When I got back to our rented condo, I immediately joined two Facebook pages promoting a smoking ban on beaches. One of those sites, Campaign for Smoke-Free Beaches, gave the following statistics:

“4.5 trillion cigarette butts wind up as litter every year. That’s over 1.69 billion pounds! Considering it takes 10-15 years for one cigarette butt to break down, it’s no surprise that cigarette butts make up an amazing 30% of waste on U.S. beaches.”

The butts alone should be reason enough to start a ban, but the fact that one person’s unhealthy and unpleasant habit can ruin things for so many others makes it that much more important. Can we do something about this? I love the New Jersey shore, but this could be the thing that drives me away for good.

–3–

Our L.L. Bean Sunbuster Shelter is the envy of beachgoers. We’ve had it for three years and still people come up to us to admire it and ask where we got it. It not only offers the obvious respite from the summer sun, but it also offers much-needed protection from hungry seagulls when breaking out the snacks and lunches. Other people are eating chips under sandy towels or running down the beach with a sandwich in hand chased by a flock of seagulls. We hunker down in the Sunbuster and eat in peace and relative quiet. And this year the tent was especially important when I developed a case of sun poisoning. I did not set foot in the sun today. I sat in my beach chair in the sun shelter, reading and complaining about the smokers. The tent has three screen windows with covers that can roll up for privacy. And newer versions have an extra privacy screen to allow you privacy for changing or napping. It was a great investment. Highly recommended.

–4–

Why can’t we pump our own gas in New Jersey? We have the technology. We can do it. Really. In fact, we prefer it. When you’re sitting in a long line waiting for one guy to serve eight pumps, it can get a little frustrating to those of us who regularly pump our own gas. We could have filled our own tank twice in the time it took to have the attendant pump for us tonight.

–5–

After a week away from home, all of us are ready to head north and get back to our “normal” routine, although it would be really nice to have just a few days off at home. I think that should be built into vacation time, don’t you? A week away and then three days at home to catch up on laundry, email, snail mail, and all the other stuff that’s piling up while I’m sitting on the sand. I have to admit that I’m already starting to worry about the work awaiting me when I return. If I just had even two days to get things in order once I’m home, I’d feel better.

–6–


We took a wonderful “starlight dinner cruise” the other night from Wildwood Bay around Cape May. It was two and half hours and included a buffet dinner, which was the most challenging part of the trip. Paper plates and plastic cups do not hold up well to a boat speeding across the Atlantic. Chiara’s dinner ended up in my lap. But, once dinner was done and we were at a more reasonable cruising speed, the trip was fantastic. We saw dolphins and brown pelicans, a great blue heron, the Cape May Lighthouse, a sunken ship, a gorgeous sunset and more. That’s St. Mary by the Sea in front of the Cape May Lighthouse in the photo above. I do some work for the Sisters of Saint Joseph, who run the retreat center, so I feel a connection to this place. What a beautiful location!

–7–


We’ve had another great vacation in North Wildwood. Perfect weather, beautiful beaches, loads of fun on the boardwalk, and too much good food. Although we’re just about ready to go home, we’ll be just as ready to come back again when next summer rolls around.

Postcards from the edge — of New Jersey


We’re still hanging out in North Wildwood and keeping very busy. Hence, the lack of blog posting. Plus I’ve got a very weak wifi signal, so I’m kind of limited. The kids are having a great time. The weather has been perfect, save for a thunderstorm last night that cut our visit to the boardwalk short. But we had already eaten dinner and done all the rides — or at least all the rides we wanted — on the first pier. So it didn’t ruin the evening.

First full day here we did the Raging Waters water park on Morey’s Pier. If you are coming to Wildwood with kids, I can’t recommend it enough. I have to admit that every year, as we’re about to head to the water park, I feel a sense of dread. With three kids at very different stages, the water park can be a bit overwhelming — keeping track of Noah, who goes off to the biggest, baddest slides on his own; keeping Olivia happy with the middle-of-the-road slides; and playing with Chiara in the kiddie section. But as soon as I grab a tube and get on that first slide of the day, I remember how much I love, love, LOVE going to the water park. It really makes you feel like a kid again. You’re slipping and sliding down a giant slide through tunnels, around bends, all with the ocean in view, only to be dumped out into a big pool. To top it off, this particular park is immaculately clean and well-kept. Workers are cleaning trash cans and skimming pools and even making sure the cracks in the picnic tables are spotless. Check it out if you’re in the area.

Of course, we’ve been spending a lot of time at the beach, at the inlet, which is rough enough to feel like the ocean but calm enough to keep me from completely freaking out when Noah is out in the waves alone. Plus it’s more family friendly, so there are lots of kids for Chiara to play with when she’s building sandcastles or making “soup” in her bucket. Yesterday it was wonton.

I’ll be back again with another vacation update before we wrap up at the end of the week. Tonight we’re taking a dinner cruise from Wildwood to Cape May. Should be fun, as long as I’m not seasick, which isn’t completely out of the question.

Greetings from the Jersey Shore

I’ve been without wifi for the first two days of vacation, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. No email, no Facebook, no Twitter, no blogging. That means I’ve had lots more time for other non-high-tech things, like fishing, climbing Barnegat Lighthouse, playing miniature golf, eating too much food, speeding across the bay in a friend’s boat, watching the kids swim in an amazing pool right off a lagoon, and now, since we’ve arrived at our rented condo in North Wildwood, hanging out on the big, wide, beautiful beaches.

I didn’t get to do my 7 Quick Takes Friday post yesterday, but here are a few quick photos from our first two days near Long Beach Island as a substitute:


Pin It on Pinterest