13 October 2014

Pumpkin Heads


Twice now it's been late summer, I had a baby, and by the time I got home from the hospital the season had shifted to fall. 
Eloise and I have hardly seen Isaac this week. He's been partying hard with Grandma and Pa and Dad. But before naps and bedtime he always tells me, "I want to talk about your day!" and we discuss the day's happenings and what we'll do next. These conversations have mostly revolved around PUMPKINS since his preschool grew a pumpkin patch overnight. We had to head over once it opened, of course! 
Other than this 20 minute foray into public, we have stayed home. No idiotic long walks, shopping, trips to church, or early adventures this time. Ta-da, we are learning from past mistakes. 
Isaac spotted a bandaid on me shortly before Eloise was born. "What happened, Mommy?" he asked, then gasped. "Baby come out?!" Now that the answer is yes, baby came out, he seems unconcerned. Once in a while he'll glance over at her or ask why she's crying, or even tell us (from a safe distance) that he loves her. So far so good, I guess. 
Anyway, happy fall! I will enjoy fall this year by watching the leaves change from Eloise's nursery window and doing not much else. At least until it's safe to do things like laugh, walk and cough again without feeling like my guts are ripping out. 

Here is our littlest pumpkin head in her dress blues. Adorable! 

07 October 2014

It's me, ELOISE


It's hard being a newborn
Oh my word 
You have to wiggle and skitter about and sometimes sklathe your arms out to the side and just yawn and say 
Hello everyone! It's me, ELOISE. 
Eloise Annette
8 lbs 9 oz and 20"
Isaac is delighted. Clearly. 
Proud grandparents! 

28 September 2014

Pumpkin Seeds for Brains



We went to the store to get milk and came home with a bucket of fried chicken and no milk. I also got pumpkins and cookies though, so there's that. Pumpkin seeds for brains. HELP US ALL. 

27 September 2014

Shore


I'm not good at not whining about being pregnant. I'm practicing, but it's hard. After Isaac was born, even not sleeping, moving internationally with a fresh c section scar, I remember repeatedly thinking, "At least I'm not pregnant!" Well whatever, the big day will come a week from Monday, if not sooner. 

Anyway, I can't blog if it just devolves into whining. No one wants to read that crap! Especially not me later. And most of my best mid-afternoon blogging time is spent passed out cold next to Isaac and his adorable squeaky toddler snores. Hee hee. 
So Chris is at sea somewhere. We especially miss Chris on weekends, of course, but I think underway weekends are so much better with a tot around to keep the house lively. Today we actually explored somewhere new. Sometimes I secretly judge people who won't go somewhere just because they haven't been there before. Well that's been me the past two months, and I was starting to judge myself. 

So we met a friend at the Farmers Fare East Beach farmers market and bought an absurdly---ABSURDLY---expensive gallon of Virginia maple syrup from the country's southernmost maple farm. With all the guests we'll have coming to care for us the next couple of months, I want to be prepared with local offerings! We had lunch at a tasty sandwich shop around the corner by the marina, then Isaac and I headed to the lovely bayside beach a couple streets north. In typical toddler fashion, Isaac wanted to go to the beach, threw a tantrum because we were going to the beach, then threw a tantrum when we left. I think that means we had a good time. 
The best part of living here is all the playmates. Isaac has more social time than he ever has, which means I do, too! Easiest moving transition ever. I've never moved somewhere and known MORE people than I did where I left---fantastic! See, so many great things about living here, I just have to cut off the blog posts before I get whiney. 
I hate belly pictures. But here is one: 38+ weeks. Since we lost the baby I was pregnant with right before this one, it feels like I've been pregnant much, MUCH longer than 38 weeks...because I have been. COME OUT, BABY! Isaac has finally started saying on his own, "I want a baby sister." What else is she waiting for?! The leaves are changing, the weather is gorgeous, her older brother is on board, heck---Dad will probably make it to the hospital in time; this is as good as it gets, kiddo! Fly the coop! 

25 August 2014

Virginia Farm Table

Photo and styling by Mary Fox
It's been six weeks since we moved into a 99-year-old house here in Norfolk. Some things have been an adjustment, like the swarms of mosquitoes and having four levels. Other things have us elbowing each other and grinning like we won the lottery: an easy two mile walk along the Lafayette River each evening, many good friends living nearby (even walking distance!), biking to the zoo, weather in the 70s while Florida is in the 100s, and fresh produce delivered TO MY FRONT DOOR. What?!

My friend Nicole recommended "The Dirty Life," by Kristin Kimball a few months ago. The author falls in love with a farmer and they start a farm where people buy in, then get nearly everything they need from the farm, fresh and in season. Readable, and an interesting idea.
Sample Garden Box! YUM. 
Swai (white fish) with roasted red onion (from the box),
 pine nuts, and fennel bulb
So when my friend Mary mentioned she signed up for a similar local farm group that DELIVERS, I paid attention! The Farm Table works with Virginia farms to get produce "48 Hours Dirt-to-Doorstep." Joining costs $35-50 and each box costs $28.50-32. The group emails members each Friday about what they can expect in the following Thursday delivery, along with recipe suggestions. Sign me up!

My sample Garden Box had eggplants, tomatoes, nectarines, lettuce, red onions, squash, early apples and bell peppers. I weighed everything and priced it out for comparison. These are all fruits and veggies I buy fairly regularly (except maybe the eggplant), so I tried to use the cheapest price I could remember seeing recently. Even compared against that conservative estimate, my Garden Box came out competitively priced, and that's without even throwing in delivery. And having produce delivered while I have two young-uns and Chris is out to sea? OH YEAH, BABY! It will be extra worth it then! This week I'm expecting a Breakfast Box with fresh eggs and breakfast produce (fruit, tomatoes, mushrooms, red onions). Mary gets the Chef Box, which has more prep produce like kale and tomatillos. Plus there are add-ons like shiitake mushrooms, artisan bread, extra veggies, local honey, etc.
Torpedoing jellyfish in the Lafayette River on our evening walk! Kid's got good aim! 
I always like the idea of going to the farmers market, but realistically we're not going to do that every week. And I never have enough cash. There will probably be more posts about the bounty at our front door. Thanks for the tip, Mary! If nothing else, I know that after I have this second baby and Chris is sailing the deep blue sea, we probably won't starve to death on Thursdays because someone will bring us eggs and fruit. And charge it, please!
We love moving; we hate moving. This is the Unpack two days after we moved in. Looks better now! 

See You Later, Alligator (Tacos)! or: How to Cook Alligator

See You Later, Alligator Tacos
My mom makes OUTSTANDING fish tacos. When she and my dad were helping us clean up to move out last month, we planned on making her tasty recipe together. One night we were tossing old/weird pantry and freezer items when we came across something I bought at Joe Patti's Seafood Market a while ago: ALLIGATOR! I asked Chris if he wanted alligator tacos as one of our 'Farewell Florida' meals. He said no.

So while he wasn't looking, I fried up a pound of alligator meat in butter. It was SMOKEY. Meanwhile, my mom chopped up a yummy salsa topping of tomatoes, red onion, avocado and mango. Then we stirred up some plain yogurt sauce with cumin, lime, maybe some garlic. Isaac LOVES tortillas. I don't know if he had anything else. The rest of us stuffed our tortillas with alligator, salsa, sauce and cheese. YUM!
On family vacation years and years ago my parents took us to some dive in the Deep South where alligator was on the menu. We thought this was hilarious and ordered a plate as an apetiser. Hannah refused to eat anything but plain hamburgers and chicken nuggets at that time, so we slipped an alligator nugget in with her chicken. "That piece was too fatty," she said. "That's because it was ALLIGATOR!" crowed her siblings triumphantly. Grade-school Hannah was all upset and we probably got in trouble for rubbing it in. I would feel bad about it except a few months later I heard her bragging to friends, "Oh yeah? Well I've eaten ALLIGATOR!" Success all around! Anyway, so after a dinner of alligator tacos I asked Chris if he liked it. He said yes. "IT WAS ALLIGATOR!" I flourished (no jazz hands---I have self control). Chris was non-plussed. I guess alligator doesn't rank very high on the weirdometer when compared with raw octopus tentacles etc. Well, I tried. For the record, I probably would NOT buy alligator meat again. It was expensive and rubbery, like swordfish!
Farewell, Florida! See you later, alligator!

10 July 2014

Life is a Highway

Moving on! Goodbye, first house! 

We really do like moving. Isaac seems to as well, or at least is picking up on our enjoyment of moving. Ok, so we bickered in front of the movers on Day Three, but whatever. 

Our Day One and Two (all female) packers were AMAZING! You know they'll do better job with the dishes!! No offense, male movers, but this was confirmed when you dropped a box down the stairs before 8:30am the next day. The Day Three moving/loading crew was absolutely ridiculous. They showed up earlier than the packers had, so Isaac and I were at the breakfast table. The first thing they removed from the house were the breakfast table chairs. I got up to get something for Isaac and by the time I got back to the table, my chair was gone too! At least they didn't pack Isaac. 
The same thing happened at lunch---they were on a lunch break, so Chris and I sat in the only chairs left in the house out on the back porch to eat random fridge clean out leftovers. From nowhere a mover came and removed all the chairs we weren't currently touching. Then those chairs sat in the driveway for hours. Moving the chairs we wanted was the only thing they did quickly. The driver told us later two of the four-guy crew were barely working at all, and that's why they were done hours after they could have been. Eye roll. Of course it rained all afternoon---it's Florida in the summer! Yay, moving. 

"Miss, are you going to the store?" one of the guys asked me in the morning chaos of trying to get in the car and out of their way, breakfast interrupted, box falling downstairs. I hadn't eaten anything, Isaac was still in jammies. I frowned. "Do you need something?" "I need ice for the cooler," he said. You are so my last priority right now is what I thought. I didn't say that, just frowned distractedly and went back to trying to get Isaac dressed in the sweltering garage because my car was blocked in by the moving truck. Later one of the guys told Chris he needed to eat our M&Ms on the counter because he had low blood sugar. At 9am. And finally, another mover told me he needed to use my iphone charger when I was done. Not the best movers he's ever worked with, the driver confirmed after they left. But not the worst. HELP US ALL. 
I thought Isaac might be freaked out by the packing and moving, but...he wasn't. He wasn't delighted when his garbage truck of cars was packed, but the rest of the time he did really well. He even helped mop the entryway! 
Ice cream for dinner?! YEAH I like moving! 
Many thanks to Laura for letting Isaac come play on loading day and Julie for letting us spend our last night in your guest room! 
After that, we hit the road!! 
"Drive all day?" Isaac asked. "Chicken place?" Fast food makes everything better (for a toddler). 

I put on some Ace of Base for the drive and Isaac said, "No Mama's song. I want Mac's song." 

One quick download later we were flying along 65 somewhere in Alabama jamming to the Rascal Flat's "Life is a Highway." Isaac calls it "Mac's song" because it plays in Cars when Lightning McQueen and Mac are road tripping. This is SO my kid. 

Crepe myrtles bloomed enthusiastically through Florida, Alabama, South Carolina, North Carolina and Virginia. At highway rest stops we were able to sit comfortably outside in the middle of the day under shaded pavillions with a light, cool breeze. Is this what summer is like outside of flat-hot USA? I like the restrained glamour, the dusty magenta, of crepe myrtles. Landscaped, manicured and wild, they waved roadside the whole ride. 

"Whoa! It's a pretty sunset!" Isaac said as we zipped through a tunnel and over a bridge, arriving in Norfolk at a rather charming time of day. And we're here! We pick up our keys (and see our house for the first time----!!!) today! 

05 July 2014

Sparkly Independence Day!

Happy Independence Day! I used to love going to a pool party or church picnic for the 4th and fireworks after dark. In recent years, though, we've flopped on the festivities---Isaac hated the pops and bangs, it rained, and he was in bed before dark anyway. This year, though, my parents were in town! We all had BBQ and hot dogs with our friends the Edwards. Isaac's summer crush, Evie, convinced him to hop in the pool, chase her around, share ice cream cake, etc etc. He actually got up from my side and took his ice cream cake over to sit four feet away next to her. So it begins! He still wasn't a fan of the firecracker pops and bangs, but the sparklers were pretty entertaining. Our house will be full of boxes and movers in 48 hours, but we are SO much readier to move thanks to my folks. They washed windows, scrubbed oil stains, bleached moldy strollers, tossed junk from the fridge and pantry---all the projects I've been dreading!! THANKS, Mom and Dad! I don't know what we would have done without you! Probably moved a lot of moldy stuff! Have a safe drive back to Texas! 

01 July 2014

Pensacola Beach

I had this fantasy of what living here again would be like, and it involved a lot of citrus fruits and THE BEACH. Our last week in Florida was exactly that: tons of Florida orange juice and a mini beach stay-cation. Isaac finally loves playing in the waves and thinks he's a dolphin. My parents came to visit and gave us a night away at the beach for our anniversary, so we got to watch the sun set over Santa Rosa Sound from lounge chairs at Red Fish Blue Fish before a moonlit walk on the beach! Our night away may or may not have been delayed by Chris' iphone getting left on top of the car (he found it on the side of the highway a couple hours later thanks to his 'find it' app)...but we had fun anyway! We watched from our balcony dolphins and stingrays jumping in the Gulf of Mexico. The water was clear, calm and cool. My parents met us with a picnic and Isaac for a relaxed beach day. It was the fulfillment of everything I'd hoped this tour could be! 

My folks brought their bikes, so we looped Spencer Field a couple times and also embarked on a sunset beach ride along the beach one night after the heat of the day faded away. I love after-dinner walks/bike rides. Every time we're about to move we have the same discussion: where will our evening walk be in our new duty station? In Pensacola we stuck to Spanish Trail, in Jacksonville we had a neighborhood loop, in Japan we strolled along the river, and in Pace we walk along the neighborhood cul-de-sacs or around Spencer Field. And soon we'll be mapping out our Norlfolk route! 




Our final day at the beach began with glassy waters. By the time the surf kicked up into waves hours later, we were getting sun-crispy and ready to go. So long, Pensacola Beach! 2013 may have been a wash, but 2014 has been everything we hoped for so far! 

28 June 2014

Cruising through Santa Cruz


In downtown Santa Cruz
We wandered around Santa Cruz's Plaza 26 de Septiembre, the cathedral, some shops, then popped into a little cafe. 

"Afternoon tea is big here," Carola explained. I love teatime! 

Abi and Carola conferred, then ordered a pitcher of mocochinchi---an iced Bolivian drink made by boiling dried peaches with sugar, cinnamon and cloves, served over peaches. Delish! Since we'd tried cunapes (cheese and corn meal biscuits) at breakfast, they ordered tamal a la olla (Bolivian tamales), empanadas and sonso (I think that was yuca root, cheese and butter---it was everyone's favorite). 
I asked about the next pair of kiddos heading north for surgeries. Carola, the Bolivian country manager for the Children's Heart Project, took a deep breath. She'd recently received a call from the mom of the girl next up next for surgery asking her to take her daughter off the list. The nine month old had already been accepted by a hospital on the East Coast of the USA and was just waiting for the paperwork's completion. But she passed away before she could make it to the hospital that would have saved her life. 

"It's the bad part of my job," Carola looked down at her juice. She's hoping another baby she has in mind can get cleared to take the girl's place, but she's not sure. 

The other kid accepted for surgery---a teenage boy---doesn't have a guardian who can travel with him, and it's slowing down his visa. His mom abandoned their family when he was five. The boy was living on the streets and drinking heavily when he was taken to live in an orphanage, although his dad is still alive and around somewhere. 
In downtown Santa Cruz, sort of dancing to indigenous-style music (her mom is just out of the photo with a baby)
Part of Carola's job is to attend clinics where North American cardiologists come to Bolivia to see patients. She translates, calls people to remind them to come, etc. She routinely calls people who say they won't be coming back---the baby died. "I'm just sitting there, unable to do anything for them from the other side of the phone, and I don't know what to say," Carola said. "I said, 'I'll pray for you,' but I don't know if that will comfort her. It's the bad part of my job," she repeated. 

The bad part is offset by joyful reunions like Santi's, of course, and visits to other patients who have returned home completely recovered from their heart conditions. The day I left she was going to visit the girl Santi and his mom had originally traveled with to Canada and stayed with at their host family's house, a precious, big-eyed, healthy toddler with pig tails. 
Plaza 26 de Septiembre
But Carola is also the one who has to translate the bad news at clinic sessions. Earlier this year, a family brought in their daughter, who, although four years old, had a blueish cast to her skin and had to sit in a stroller because she was too weak to learn to walk. Carola had to translate as the doctor explained the bitter reality of their situation: their daughter wasn't nearly strong enough to survive the long flights to North America. Even if she miraculously got there, surgery could treat some of her symptoms, but there was really nothing anyone could do for her. Her heart defect was too profound, too complicated, and she was too weak. 

"The best thing I can tell you is to enjoy your daughter for the time she has left," the doctor had told them. 

"And I'm focusing on translating what he says, but there are tears running down my cheeks," Carola said. "I think it's good the doctor isn't so emotional, but I think it's ok that I am." 
This spring, CHP celebrated the program's 1,000th surgery over nearly two decades. It's now working with clinics in Uganda, Mongolia, Honduras and Bolivia to keep saving tiny lives.

When I told Isaac's cardiologist I was transporting Santi back to Bolivia he told me he had once planned to help at a Mongolian clinic. An ill-timed hurricane damaged his home and he had to cancel his trip, but his wife, a social worker, was still able to go help out for three weeks. I thought that was cool.
A little outside downtown
But back to Bolivia, both Carola and Abi live in La Paz. They say it's very different from Santa Cruz: cold vs. hot, political and business-oriented vs. industrial, less vibrantly colorful, more educated, more reserved. Both ladies were impressively multilingual, smart and pretty. We were all the same age. We talked about jobs, travel, boys. It was awesome. After teatime, we wandered back to the hotel to collect Abi's bags and take her to the airport. I left early the next morning.
Moto-taxi: we did not take one of these to the airport
"Ok, I have a tourist question for you," I asked Abi in the taxi. She grinned. It was actually a bunch of questions.

Q: The people we saw near the plaza who were dressed traditionally---is it a costume they wear to ask for money? Or do some people dress like that always?
A: Usually, people outside the cities dress more traditionally. Within the city, people dressed traditionally are more likely to be new immigrants.

Q: And do Bolivians see Bolivians of indigenous heritage as all one and the same Bolivian, or is it more European-descent Bolivians and indigenous Bolivians as separate groups? (this involved some consideration and discussion)
A: Maybe sort of separate, because usually it falls into urban vs. rural populations. But even in the cities traditional heritage is becoming more and more popular.

Q: So at school, university, work, where ever, would you sometimes find yourself sitting next to someone dressed traditionally?
A: Well, schools have uniforms, so no. In the cities, maybe people like to wear traditional clothes at home, to feel comfortable.

I really enjoyed meeting these ladies, and have lots of respect for the awesome, sometimes difficult, work they do!
Carola and Abi! And our teatime spread. 
No idea what this place is, but I love the barbed wire/rainbow combo