St. Paddy’s Day 🍀

So were italian. Well really were American.  But you know what I mean.  But still today is one of those days where everyone wears green and eats cabbage and such.

Jax is no different. He wanted to wear green and set leprechaun traps and have some Irish soda bread for dinner. 

 He wore a bit of green:

Set some leprechaun traps (apparently  leprechauns are attracted to inflatable guitars??!?!!): 

And ate some cabbage (Replace cabbage with meatballs, which on a side note Jackson seems to like only homemade meatballs and gravy! #MeatballsOnStPaddysDay #RealItalian #Yummy #IsItTart #Disgusting):

“May joy and peace surround you, contentment latch your door, and happiness be with you nowand bless you evermore.”

Random 3AM Dad Thoughts

No crying baby… No barking dogs… No fireworks… And I’m wide awake.

Tonight’s brain wave activity is at an AllTime high.

Thoughts over the last 45 minutes:

-I’m in the mood to floss my teeth
-Why can’t I get this one booger out of my nose
-how old will I be when Jax has kids
-is it still snowing
-why did I have that last glass of red wine
-how do you get a verified twitter account
-I know that booger is in there somewhere, I can feel it move every time I breathe
-can dogs floss their teeth
-is Steve Martin still alive
-should I build a basketball court in the backyard
-the damn pine trees I planted in August are sagging again
-is it too early for coffee
-I need a tissue
-what’s for breakfast
-I need to pee again
-I want a blog follower from Italy
-I wonder if my college track & field “speed suit” uniform still fits
-I miss hurdling
-will Jax play baseball or run track
-Am I at the age where I should start wearing a robe more often
-does the aluminum foil hat Mel Gibson wears in signs really work
-where did that booger go
-Why am I awake………………….

PS: I did look good in that speed suit!


5.28.14. – I’m Slowly Becoming My Dad

One day you’re walking around in a nice pair of Express jeans, a button down and some Jordan’s and the next your outside doing yard work in dress pants, a white V-neck T-shirt and a pair of sandals.

I guess I’m becoming a good italian dad. That’s just what we do. It’s in our DNA. Big Pete (Grandpa Soprano) would be so proud. Only difference is he’d be wearing penny loafers instead of sandals.