Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
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…
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…
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…
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…
At Santi’s home! Pneumonia landed Santi in the hospital at just six weeks old. That’s when his heart defect was detected—his heart wasn’t pumping the oxygenated blood from his lungs to his body, leaving him tired and weak. He fought off the pneumonia, but was back in the hospital soon afterwards for three months, this…
Chris and his friend Bill after crossing Chris’ 2,000 hour mark Oh yeah! Big goal achieved! For months, Chris has been saying he hoped to pass 2,000 helicopter flight hours during this tour. After hearing that a few times, I asked him to keep me posted so we could have a special celebration dinner when…
Santi, my CHP kiddo As low points go, it was low. We celebrated the end of 2013 with the happy news that our family was finally expanding. But the first week of 2014, the news was different—another miscarriage. We couldn’t seem to shake 2013 after all. We approached the one year anniversary of Isaac’s heart…
