This morning we are going to walk in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure in Des Moines. It is a family affair: both of my parents and my littlest brother are in town from Hawaii, and we are walking with my dad’s EIGHT sisters. (Yes, he is the baby to his eight older sisters.) Two of my aunties, Beverly and Cathy, have both battled-and beaten-breast cancer in the past ten years. So we are walking with them in their honor.
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Today Paolo turned one year old. It is really impossible to believe that my tiny baby is nearing toddlerhood.
We celebrated his birthday with a big festa italiana on Saturday. I rented a pavilion in a local park, adorned it with Italian-style garb, and served up Italian fare to our 50 or so guests It was a warm, gorgeous autumn day. Here are a few action shots:
And here we are helping Paolo blow out his birthday candle tonight at our little family celebration:
I would like to introduce you all to Liz, author of a belle, a bean & a chicago dog and Editor of Our Mommyhood. She and I have decided to guest blog for one another, which means you can find me on her blog today. Enjoy!
Greetings, baby&sofia fans! My name is Liz, I write at a belle, a bean & a chicago dog, and I’m a bloggy friend of Brook’s. She and I “met” months ago and have bonded over our penchant for relocation. Now, I haven’t had the international adventures like Brook, but my husband and I made 3 interstate moves over a 5 year period. From Chicago to Memphis, TN…Memphis, TN to Nashua, NH…and Nashua, NH back to Memphis, TN.
The name of my blog is actually tied to our relocations. Kate is our Memphis Belle, due to the place of her birth. Madelyn was born when we lived about 40 minutes outside of Boston, making her our Boston Baked Bean. And Jack, our Cockerspaniel, is our hometown boy!
Let me just say that never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine leaving Chicago! And if I would have been asked to list any places where I’d like to move, neither Tennessee nor New Hampshire would have been on my list.
But relocation has been such a great experience; the best way to describe it is as “an adventure.”
Our adventure started off as just the 2 of us, carving out a life together. Craig moved into an outside sales position with his company, and that’s what led us to the Home of the Blues & the Birthplace of Rock N Roll. Neither of us had even visited Memphis before our flight down here to search for a place to live.
When you move to a completely new area, you might as well be a tourist. You spend hours researching it on the internet before you depart, you don’t know how to find your way around once you land there, and you’re strangely excited to see stores and restaurants that are the same as where you’ve moving from.
Yes, places like Home Depot and Olive Garden gave us the warm and fuzzies.
The exhilarating part comes in when you realize it’s just the 2 of you, against the world. It is up to you to make this new place your home, to form a new social circle, to discover your new favorite places to eat and shop, and to make this new town work for you and your new life.
But then you go and have kids.
And they make things like living 500 miles away from any and all family, that much trickier.
That, and future relocations trickier, too.
But the adventure continues…
We relocated for the second time when Kate was 15 months old. We moved out of a brand new house we had built… and into a 30-year-old house that was a total gut job.
We again started our lives over with friends and doctors and Targets and fabulous Mexican take-out.
We learned our way around (Well, by sight. When you move as much as we do, I’ve come to realize there’s no point in learning street names; landmarks will do just fine).
We remodeled a 2,200 sq foot house, got pregnant and had a baby in the 17 months we lived there.
We also learned that there are no guarantees about tomorrow, and to “never say never.”
With a whole lot of blood, sweat and tears (and LOTS of money) invested, we left our house in NH as a new family of four, and headed back to TN.
I was too pregnant to fly when it came time for house hunting, so that meant me giving the OK to Craig to buy our current house sight unseen by me.
But the good thing about this relocation was the feeling of ‘coming home’. Chicago will forever be our home, but all the work we did to make friends and find wonderful doctors and learn our way around was not lost with this move.
We are happy to be back in familiar surroundings, and building new memories with old friends.
I can’t say this was our last move, but I think we’ll stay put here for a little while and, as my friend likes to say, “Bloom where we are planted!”