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Onward to Victory Sounds Kind of Easy After All

We took our kids to South Bend, Indiana this weekend to see Notre Dame (go Irish!) play Navy.  It’s always a good game to take kids–respect! honor! tradition! a flyover!–but it’s also an incredibly intense weekend: we drive out early on Friday from our home here in Pennsylvania, pack in some activities that night, spend most of the day Saturday on the go, and then try to pack in a bit more before we drive home Sunday. We’ve never done it with all three children before. We would be traveling with my mom, and meeting up with my brother and sister-in-law, who were driving in from Wisconsin. People thought we were nuts. I’m not even going to wager a guess as to what my bro and his wife were bracing themselves for. Thank God for sibling love. 10.13.15. Notre Dame. flyover. MOV And even though we knew we were supposed to be nuts, we had absolutely no expectations going into this trip: on one hand, the kids have become really good travelers (well, SK and Quinn have always been, and Cian suddenly has done…

Because We Love Those Yellow Hats

My brother went to law school at the University of Notre Dame (which would sound impressive, except I know about the beer pong), having turned down a full ride offered by another institution to attend his dream school (he’d tell you this himself if he weren’t busy eating his monthly student loan statements right now, or cursing me for telling you about them).  I tell you this because I went to grad school at Notre Dame, too.  Just not that Notre Dame. I went to the one in Maryland, the one called Notre Dame of Maryland University (what do you mean, you’ve never heard of it?), which did, in fact, give me the most absolute greatest education for which I could have hoped/paid/cried angry bitter tears because I was still working full-time during my studies, but you try telling that to people who give you the blank stare when you tell them “Notre Dame, but not Notre Dame” and make you so flustered you just end up muttering “Go Irish!” and walking away frustrated. But back to my story, which is clearly getting more unraveled by the…

Dewey over Dublin

We just returned from our first–yes, first–week-long vacation as a foursome (Fivesome? Four-and-a-utero-some?).  Don’t get me wrong, we’ve gone places before, and we’ve visited the beach every year–my gosh, people, it’s not like I keep us locked in a closet–but this is the longest time we’ve ever been away just by ourselves.  My close family members jetted off to Ireland last week to see Notre Dame’s season opener in Dublin.  Many years back, after our own big family tour of Ireland, this had been a trip David and I talked about with my parents and brother about taking together again–because it’s NOTRE DAME in DUBLIN, man–but alas, David and I started procreating adorable young children, and some other family members decided to do some of the on-site Guinness tasting we’d be missing out on. So we went to the beach.  The four of us, in an adorable, overpriced beachfront condo in our favorite small Delaware beach town.  We went to the beach, and we went to…