{2014} looking back

After quite an unexpectedly long hiatus from blogging (and almost all internet in general), it’s difficult to know just where to pick up again. The last three and a half months were blissfully spent enjoying one another and our final days in New York before the move to the midwest. We toured the south, visited with each set of grandparents at least twice, traveled to seven different cities, spent quality time with great grandparents, ran a half marathon, had our first weekend away (sans baby), packed a moving van, unpacked a moving van, celebrated a birthday, then jumped right into holiday mode and made feast after feast for family get-togethers.

I wish I could have juggled blogging too, but I didn’t have internet half the time and I didn’t really care. My 2014 resolution was a one word mantra (actually two words), Mindfulness and Presence. In the midst of the bustling journey it felt best to honor the mantra. I immersed myself in our move and our adventures and feel more alive because of it.

I chose a new word for 2015, but first things first. It is the season for reflection, and now that the stream of life has slowed its pace somewhat, I shall take the time to do just that.


Since his birth we’ve been writing anecdotes about our trips and sending Rivers a postcard from just about every city he’s ever called home for the night. In early September, Jonathan surprised us with a trip to Cape Cod to see the cranberry harvest. It was one of those trips that is planned out just right, but in practice does not unfold at all the way it’s expected. The cranberry harvest turned out to be mostly baby wrangling in a sandpit, and thoughts of whale watching were dashed when we realized that more baby wrangling (on a boat for four hours!) might actually kill us. We opted for ice cream instead.

The trip didn’t unfold the way it was expected, but the way it should. We hiked, dipped our toes in the ocean, met a drag queen mermaid, climbed the pilgrim tower, learned some Spanish lingo from toddlers, adopted grandparents and saw an old narwhal tusk.

I’d return in a second!


Gray cedar siding. Cape Cod could be described by this photo alone.

 The very last day I used the baby carrier, on the cranberry tour. See how well that went? Rivers nabbed a friendly, sharing child’s camera and was off like a true tourist.


The final blooms of fall, captured by Jonathan’s eye.


Trying to figure out how to get the the beach.
(Check out the family in the background with the amazing, inflated beach wheelchair.)


It took this kid about two seconds to persuade his adopted grandfather, Mr. Robert, to escort him to the beach. He ran right up to inspect the wheel then raised his arms for a “pick up.” Jonathan and I were flabbergasted. Mr. Robert’s family happily snapped about six photos before we managed one. capecod4

Just as quickly as he befriended his way into a ride, he waved goodbye and raced off. capecod11


The obligatory family photo on the beach, the effort before the perfect edit.


travel for daze


It’s been over one week since our return home. And it’s taken all this time for the hum of the plane (and car) engine to leave my ringing ears. Funny how traveling can stay in the body for so long like a phantom vibration, leaving one so utterly exhausted. Our little man, who’s earning quite the collection of airline wings, bounced back in no time. Too bad, because I would have loved a long family nap!

About one month ago exactly we waved “sayonara” to our cats and our home to celebrate two weddings and scout out another two, very distant, cities as possible spots to raise our son. The vibrant, buzzing cityscape here in NYC is slowing squeezing us out as rent prices skyrocket. I’m beginning to feel like Alice in Wonderland after the “Eat Me” cake catastrophe, but there is no way we can move from our, seemingly shrinking, one-bedroom. Our neighborhood is no longer in our price-range, and since it’s one of the cheapest to begin with…well, it may be time for a yard now anyway.

Among the list of possible city homes, we chose to visit Austin, Texas and Portland, Oregon this autumn. Both are community-centered metropolitan areas with decent public transit systems, delicious grub, affordable houses, bike lanes and exceptionally friendly tattoo artists (as we discovered). Having friends in both areas also tipped the scale. That being said, our visits ignited a bidding war on social media. It’s so awesome to feel loved! Our tour guide companions one-upped each other with breath-taking views of waterways and filled us with mouth-watering meals at local favorites. Think black bean burger between two donuts in place of a regular bun. I never thought I would eat that, but when in Rome right? Or Austin for that matter.



This kind of trip, scoping out a new home, is what I assume speed-dating is like. Initially awkward, followed by a mental list of pros and cons, and a desperate focus to find any sort of spark before time runs out. If the spark does appear, the remainder of the date may become carefree and uninhibited. At least this is what my meet-and-greet session to find a doula was like last year. An attempt to fall in love after twelve minutes of conversation. With the cities, we had two and four days.

Both sparkled.

Austin serves fresh fruit smoothies nearly everywhere, even at a plant nursery. (Um, yes please!) Solar panels could transform all that sunshine into power for me to write more posts. Maybe posts about tex-mex, which I am confident I could survive strictly on that sort of diet. Among other Austin specialties, there are more Willie Nelson look-alikes than I could shake a stick at.

Why would I do that? I dunno. That’s just the spark excitement talking. It makes me ignore the fact that the rest of Texas attempted to secede from the US just one year ago. Friends like this help too. Again, it’s so awesome to feel loved.

Portland is basically the wintery wonderland from underneath the Christmas tree, minus the snow. The city is so quaint that the only dark alleyway I could find was a very dim restaurant with a creative name and location. Maybe it wasn’t a restaurant. Maybe that’s just how Portland rolls. Fancy alleyways that serve drinks under chandeliers. Unlike Austin, the sun stubbornly hid for two days during our visit in Portland, but we saw the ocean, Multnomah Falls, mountains and the Goonies house. Portland didn’t shower us with poetry, but she did treat us to a handmade breakfast at her cafe. And it was delicious.



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Now that the journey is over, the real work begins. Time to find jobs and search for a house. It might be nice to have more than one bedroom someday. Who knows, maybe I’ll feel like Alice after the “Drink Me” fiasco and wishing for tighter quarters sometime down the road. We may visit another potential in the spring, but for now we’re focusing on these sparks and just trying to determine what is next for our family.

{I wish I could bore you with all the details of our long absence, but there has been a kid at my heels all week as I compiled this. It’s time to send this post off, move on and limit myself to brief thoughts and shorter sabbaticals.}

adventures in NYC


Playing tour-guide in our hometown is one of my favorite pastimes. Actually with a camera in-tow I probably look more like a tourist than anyone else, but wearing that hat every now and then is good for perspective and appreciating the local flair for what it is. I’d never tailored a city adventure for a thirteen year old before, but what I learned is that it’s pretty much on-point with my interests too.

…we dodged fine-dining for award-winning street grub, so that we could wear whatever we wanted and picnic in the grass on the waterfront. No reservations needed, just an appetite.

…the mandatory NYC art museum tour was a lego exhibit. Modern art and replicas which we could relate. All the work was completed by Nathan Sawaya, one fella who has taken the plastic toy to a whole new level. I was in total awe at this guy’s talent. I can’t imagine creating anything with legos beyond little villages.

…our colorful neighborhood gem, an old factory building turned graffiti display. The scenery is constantly transforming and only created by permitted artists, which means the area is preserved from inappropriate tagging. It’s free to visit, but some of the works can only be viewed from the train.

My brother is a pretty chill guy, so judging by his simple, “Yeah, that’s neat,” I hopefully hit the bull’s eye with the tour this week.


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by the sea shore



Within one month and one week, we managed to visit all three sets of grandparents and all seven aunts and uncles.  Despite sitting, or sleeping on my lap, this kid should totally be able to earn sky miles now. He definitely flirts enough with flight attendants!

Our most recent adventure took place on an island in South Carolina. My brother was recently accepted into the Navy Seals program and is set to leave next month for training. Before he does, our parents decided to rented a lovely beach house and gather us together for a family vacation. We had a breath-taking view of the grassy dunes and the sea shore from the back deck. Pelicans routinely flew over the house and two young bucks made our acquaintance daily before hunkering down in the reeds and brush during the hottest hours. Jonathan and I found two sharks, one of which my father bravely caught with his bare hands from a tide pool, then released into the receding sea. It was a toothless sand shark pup that I mistook initially for a fish, but what the heck, a brave catch none-the-less. I on the other hand, chose to watch Jonathan video a little hammerhead at a safe distance while I engaged crabs and starfish with my camera.


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kentucky home





If only I had photographed the strawberry popsicles my friend’s dad made! I forgot how abundant they are from his garden, and how no store-bought fruit can compare to one freshly picked.

We had such an amazing time in Kentucky. These are a few summer splash photos from baby’s first swim, or float really, in the local lake and at my girlfriend’s pool. I’m playing catch-up a little bit with photo editing. You’d think Rivers and I traveled through several time zones based on how wacky our sleep schedule is these days.  We basically slept the entire first day home, and now roll out of bed well after most of the city is packed away at work. What a life, right? Slowly I’ll shift gears, get us back on track and increase my creativity by working a bit more on the blog and making sweet treats in the kitchen. Perhaps I should start with strawberry popsicles!

feathers and fur


Two weeks ago we walked off the plane, immediately greeted by the delicious fragrance of honeysuckle moving through the early summer humidity. Today a cool shower refreshes the air as we begin our journey home. I spent more time reflecting a bit in a journal rather than schlepping around the laptop. There was no equal time spent for reflection and being in the present moment. We lived in the present. That’s what these visits are for. Reflection will come later, when rainy days don’t bring turtles, sails and adventure, but an empty urban landscape.

Before we head off for the airport I want to post these special moments of my mama sharing the evening chores with Rivers. He learned to gather the hens into the coop for the night, collect eggs and bring the furry guards in the house for dinner. The dogs were absolutely obsessed with the little guest, always stretching for a rub or gently licking him clean. We’ll be back in October for my brother’s wedding and I’m so curious as to how Rivers will behave once he can sit up and toss a ball to those gentle giants.