Alternate title: 7 places my kid’s face has been on the news throughout the world. Too obnoxious? Yeah, me too.
1. But obviously this was the highlight of our little family’s week, followed by write ups here and here, a phone interview here (don’t read the comments, you might have a rage-induced stroke), a screenshot here and a shout out from my favoritest boss in the world here. Plus a couple of filmed broadcasts via EWTN and the Italian national news channel (but I will just send those directly to you, Mom, okay?) As for the other million or so more-than-usual-visitors who made their way to my humble corner of the internet this week: thank you! I’m sorry most of what I write is not quite so exciting, and I’m also sorry for the occasional curse word (happy, Dave?) which sneaks its way into my riveting sleep-training rants. Speaking of…
2. JP, despite his newfound celebrity, is taking it all in stride, still staunchly refusing to sleep in the daylight hours unless strapped to my chest via the Ergo-maybe-I-can-pee-while-wearing…nope-Baby carrier, though he is putting in a more acceptable 9 hours overnight. At least that’s what the non-earplugged members of the household tell me.
3. Last night was so emotional. After being fully immersed for weeks in Vatican biznez, I wasn’t sure I’d have a tear left to spare once Papa finally bid us all adieu. But the moment his helicopter bounced on its hydraulic helicopter wheels (technically speaking) and made off for the setting Roman sunset, I lost my composure. Luckily, a helpful and not at all creepy or disrespectful Czech cameraman was there to hand me a tissue stick his giant ass video camera in my face and proceed to film for 90 or 120 very painful and snot saturated seconds. I thought if I avoided eye contact he would cease and desist, but barring results via that tactic, I opted for plan B and blew my nose repeatedly into John Paul’s fleece hoodie while studying the back of his neck.
4. I am wondering if I am doing something wrong by not responding to every single comment I get? I am super awkward in real life, I promise, and I regularly entertain thoughts like ‘If I make the first phone call to arrange this playdate between our kids, does that make me seem desperate?’ and ‘I hope he understood that my nervous winking thing wasn’t so much a come on as it was a facial tick.’ So sometimes I just don’t know what to say to a comment besides, ‘hey, thank you so much, I can’t believe you took the time to read something that I wrote AND react to it.’ But that is precisely my sentiment each and every time. Seriously, comments…they make my life. Like a sale at Banana Republic + a recently-deposited paycheck in the bank. That’s how good they make me feel.
(Except when they’re coming from you, you Polish troll. You know who you are. And you can crawl back into your pirogi-lined troll hole.)
5. Is now a good time to admit that based largely upon recommendations from some of my most trusted arts and culture advisers, I have opted to pay $2 per episode to download and consume episodes of the Bachelor on iTunes? God bless America, land that I miss…
6. Needless to say, I’ll be bringing you lots more original (though perhaps not necessarily riveting or well-written) content from Rome as the Papal Conclave gets underway. I don’t claim to be much of a theologian, having completed approximately 1/4 of my theology MA (sorry, mom and dad…but hey, grandkids!), but I know enough to communicate to you fine people the basic gist of what is happening in this historic time for the Roman Catholic Church, and I couldn’t be more blessed to be here in the heart of it all, so come back for updates. And advice on where to buy tequila in Italy and the very best off-brand foreign diapers.
Not a bad view of a not-bad view.
7. Jen, thanks for the shout out. Now I’ve had 2 Catholic celebrity encounters this week.