Friday, September 30, 2016

Our recent Disney Vacation.

We had a blast on our recent trip to Disney in August.  Our split stay included three nights at The Yacht Club.  And yes we all loved the pool!  I was able to capture some pretty cool video with a GoPro Silver.  Here's a video clip of the girls cooling off:

Swimming at The Beach Club

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

I run because some cannot.

Many years ago, I met a friend at the Nike store on Newbury Street in Boston after work for a group run.  At the time (not sure if they still do it), the Nike store did group runs from the store.

Nike had Lynn Jennings (US Olympic runner) speak before the run.  She also led the group run which was along the Charles River.

One thing that Ms. Jennings said that night has stuck with me.  She said that whenever she had a choice between taking an escalator and stairs, she took the stairs.  Because she could.

She took the stairs because she could and because others don't have that choice.

In conjunction with a road race I am doing in the coming days, I am fundraising for an organization which benefits children (and adults) like my daughter Anna who have Spina Bifida.

If you would like to donate to the cause, please email me at for information on how to donate.  (For privacy purposes I prefer not to put the information on the blog.)

If you don't know Anna through my postings or my wife Sarah's blog, she did a post today which illustrates one of the many challenges Anna faces.  Here is the link to  Sarah's post.

Thank you!

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Steppin' Out With Adorable Triplet Girls

I'm not going to attempt to do a "catch-up" blog post.  My posts are much too infrequent and we've had a ton happen as family - mostly good stuff, fortunately.

Most of my followers follow Sarah as well.  If you don't follow Sarah's blog, head on over - you can get an idea of what my adorable daughters have been up to.

June was busy.  Last days of kindergarten, my job search, Sarah's work schedule, plus the girls had  two shows - dance and gymnastics.  Video cameras were not allowed at the actual recital, but I was able to capture one of their routines at the rehearsal:

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Cry babies.

Almost two months since I last posted!?  I shouldn't be that surprised...

Been working - on a project at the corporate office of a bank in Boston.  This is through a temporary agency so no benefits.  But a paycheck (albeit small).

Been running - a little, anyway.  Falmouth is less than 9 weeks away and I have some training to do!

Been feeling the love - Allie, Anna and Emily fill my basket.  EVERY DAY.  Hugs, kisses, laughs and smiles.  Times three.  It's awesome.

Been looking for permanent employment - exhausting, frustrating, and draining.  But necessary.

Been feeling proud - of my girls.  Their work in school.  Their dance recital.  Their gymnastics show.

Been stressed - Sarah's work has been unbelievably taxing (no pun intended) on her. And us.

Been crying - tears of joy and sadness.  Abigail's birthday was last week.

Been thinking how the cries of a baby have taken on a whole new meaning to me.  How it hurts so bad that we never heard Abigail cry.

Friday, April 26, 2013

I'm So Sorry.

Eleven days have passed since the Boston Marathon bombings and today was the first day since the attackers were captured that I had the opportunity to walk back to Boylston Street.

Not interested in the media craze nor spectacle of people, the draw for me was from within.

Out the building I went.  Cold today.  A breeze too.  Glad I wore my vest.

I should have some lunch before I go any further.  Rebecca's Cafe.  Some soup.

Found a seat at a small table with a partial view of Boylston Street.  Outside, against a building, rested several pieces of crowd-control fencing/barricades left from the marathon.  Other than that, people bustled by, going about their daily business (just a block form the marathon finish line).  I became quite reflective and thought about how events like the marathon bombings and Sandy Hook shootings can be supplanted every so subtly.

I want to visit the memorial.  I should go to the finish line also.

Four or five large media trucks lined Boylston Street at Copley Plaza (the site of the memorial). As I drew closer to the memorial site, my attention turned to the large number of items left there - flowers, hats, sneakers, notes, flags, shirts...

For the most part, the people moved about the memorial in silence.  Many were taking pictures or videos.  Everyone seemed to be reflecting.

I didn't think I'd become this emotional. As my eyes scanned the uncounted messages that had been written, tears started to form.

A hand-written message written by a child caught my eye.  It read:

I'm so sorry.

So true, Emma.  So true.