I am an author of two books and former journalist with a fourteen-year old cat who’s racked up more frequent flier miles than many adults. These days, I measure success by how much dinner my boys have eaten vs. how much of it is on the floor.
Life has pretty much not been what I expected when I was expecting, especially since hearing, “I see TWO heartbeats!” We have moved back and forth between Los Angeles and New York several times and now we are living abroad for at least a year in Dublin, Ireland.
So much for nesting.
I used to love to travel – my work required it and so did my husband’s – and often we could join each other on our adventures. I lived as an expat in Japan, and have backpacked on two different continents.
On this side of life, though, with two gorgeous 19 month-old sons, going anywhere means hauling at least two hundred pounds of their gear. In my pre-motherhood days, I would have fled from the sure-to-be spectacle of myself in the airport: stroller, two car seats, two toddlers heading for a five-hour time change. And though people tell me what a great experience it will be for them, I think they find as much wonder and revelation in watching the gobbaga (garbage) truck come every Wednesday as they will in the Cliffs of Moher.
But I’m no scrapbooker. The boys’ baby books are still sitting in the bags they came in when I received them at the baby shower. (In the most recent pack-up, I noticed them in the closet, accusing me with their pastel colors of being a terrible mom.) And I am not crafty. Anything hand-rendered I attempt to do generally looks like the product of someone deranged.
So I hope this blog is a way to chronicle the grand adventure for my blue-eyed boys and keep family and friends posted on our little foursome (+monkey cat when she is allowed to enter the country) as we forge our way through foreign territory: Ireland and parenting.