Archive | June, 2012

Father’s Day

17 Jun

I’m taking the opportunity to wish my wonderful husband a very happy Father’s Day!

I am so lucky to be walking my path as a mother alongside your path as a father. You’re not just a hugely fun parent – the sound of you and our children laughing together is one of the biggest pleasures in my life – but you also truly share all the ups and downs. You’re as willing to wash a load of dirty nappies as you are to sit with our 2 year old son playing blocks as long as he wants. You’re also the best cook I know, as well as patient enough to still prepare amazing food while having our son “help” out! You balance the demands of your career with the demands of your family, which is no easy thing.

I am proud that our children will grow up with you as their father.

Especially as I know how important a father is. I was lucky enough to have a wonderful father myself. A man who put his family first and was very present and hands-on, when it wasn’t fashionable (this was 70s Ireland after all). But he died of a heart attack when I was 8 and my world collapsed. I still miss him nearly 27 years later. We named our son after him and I look forward to telling him about his grandfather as he grows. My father would have admired you.

Right, I’d hoped to bring you coffee in bed but I can hear you getting up with our daughter (12 weeks today) and our 2 year old. So much for your lie-in! I love you xxx

Moving towards moving…

13 Jun

Today I had my medical exam for my US Green Card.

It was fine, though my arms are a little ache-y after the vaccinations I needed. My baby girl behaved brilliantly throughout, happy to chill in her car seat (lugged there on the tube just so she’d have somewhere comfy to sit while I had my x-ray etc) while I was prodded and poked and questioned. The visa application is trotting along and we’ve hired an immigration lawyer, which feels so grown-up, but it helps ease the stress a bit. Depending on when my interview date comes through, it looks like we’ll be leaving London in September to move to the NYC commuter belt in northern NJ.

The vague moving plans are starting to get clearer.

Our flat, which is lovely for two and dinky for three, feels positively titchy for four. Friends and family have been so generous with gifts and hand-me-downs for our baby daughter but the vast majority are sitting in suitcases in our bedroom. Because we have no where else to put them. Our daughter’s bedside co-sleeper cot, small as it is, makes the bedroom feel tiny. I haven’t been able to open my half of the wardrobe in months.

Which is why, sitting in our hallway waiting to be unpacked, are some moving boxes. Operation Declutter is underway. I want to start packing away anything we don’t use day-to-day. I want to make space (we’ve hired a lock-up garage to store the boxes until we move). I want to identify things that won’t come to the States with us and find them good homes on this side of the pond. Decluttering is a practical step I can take towards this new stage in our family life.

It’s all about moving towards moving…