Little Monkey and Friends

Happy Holidays!

2011-12-21T13:21:00.004-05:00

Major holiday fail of the year - not getting Christmas cards out. I had all these great, Pinterest-inspired ideas, but the days got away from me. Alas.

So for this year, dear friends and family... we're wishing you all a very happy holiday season!

The Trimarchi, environmentally friendly holiday greeting:

Have a safe and healthy holiday season! See you in the New Year!

Polo - the Polar Bear's First Christmas.

2011-12-14T20:10:00.002-05:00

Once again, the kids performed in their school Christmas pageant, celebrating Jesus' birthday by dressing up as a ribbon-twirling Northern Light and a Little dancing star, to help explain to a baby polar bear what Christmas was really about. And yes, an entire Nativity was paraded to the North Pole, complete with a baby-hugging Mary, shepards, kings, a Jack Frost, a Santa and a snowman. I lost count of the characters after that.

It reminded me of the scene from the movie, "Love, Actually" where the daughter announces to the mother that she was selected to be the "FIRST LOBSTER!!!" at the Christmas Pageant.

The mother replied, "You mean to tell me there was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus Christ???"

I'll let the pictures speak for themselves, because honestly... what can I possibly say about this?

Double - fisted sugar highs

2011-12-04T18:17:00.007-05:00

also known as the company Christmas party. Wherein I get the kids dressed up and they pretend they've been good all year.

Look at him practicing the "I've been so good!" look. And yet, there's another cupcake in his hand.

The party is so sweet. Apart from all the treats and food, there's crafts, face-painting, small mechanical rides for the little ones, and even Santa makes an appearance and gives all the kids a present. The planners always do a great job putting this together; I'm always impressed.

Of course being the wicked soul I am, I pictured Santa handing out the bonuses to the employees in thin envelopes and started chuckling to myself. Now that would be highly amusing, in a Griswold Christmas kind of way. Jam, anyone?

I love that movie. Especially the part where his brother-in-law kidnaps his boss, and also the scene with Clark trapped in the attic, head wrapped in a Gloria Swanson style turban, watching family movies on the projector.

Note - I am not condoning employer kidnapping in any way whatsoever. Bad Clark! Bad Clark!

It's amazing how convincing this kid can be.

Mina, being who she is, felt the need to cuddle and groom Santa's beard first.

Gifts galore!

It's the most wonderful time of the year!

2011-12-02T12:19:00.002-05:00

Ahh.. Christmas. I love it! The letters to Santa are done.

"Dear Santa, I was really good this year. Can I have a penguin pillow pet? I was good at the Arboretum. I was good everywhere." (Amazing, what a gift of hyperbole!)

Dear Santa, I tried to be good all year. All I want for Christmas is a mommy bunny pillow pet and a baby bunny pillow pet." (I love that she acknowledges that she "tried" to be good. At least she's being honest about all the times the behavior fell short.)

And my favorite.. the Elf has come back to scrutinize the behavior and report back to Santa.

And not a moment too soon.

What washes ashore..

2011-11-30T06:00:00.000-05:00

Last month, the kids entered an art competition sponsored by Jeff's company. The participants were encouraged to collect plastic bits and pieces that wash ashore on the beaches of Bermuda. You'd be surprised what litters these pink sands! I entered the kids, and dragged their little behinds out to multiple beaches over the course of the two weeks the competition ran. You might remember how hard the kids worked on this.

I'm kidding. They did work hard, particularly when it came to sitting down and thinking through the project and coming up with a design. The art was displayed at work. Jordan made a mobile from a found plastic bottle, using it to create a cloudy sky. He designed birds from washed up cardboard and dangled them from bits of fishing wire. Mina made a mermaid princess, also using a bottle and multiple bits of discarded plastic and netting.

Guess what? They both won, in their respective age categories.

Jordan won first place!

And Mina won second!

We were really excited! Especially Jeff. Those very generous scholarships will help pay for summer camp next year!! Woo-hoo!!!

Santa cranks that bass on Front St.

2011-11-29T09:22:00.004-05:00

It's that special time of the year again, here in Bermuda. Christmas! When the first half of the month is filled with loads of holiday activities and then the island mysteriously shuts down the minute the kids go on school break. I love it!

This weekend, we kicked the festivities off with Santa making his appearance on the roof of town hall (forgot my camera.. oops); and then marching down Front Street, during the Santa Parade!

This parade really needs to be seen in person to experience the sound level of the speakers that boom club music from the backs of the truck floats.

The kids were excited.

Especially the one with the pink earmuffs. No, it wasn't the least bit cold, actually.

And while they were really looking forward to seeing this guy at the end of the night on his sleigh...

They were even more excited about the people marching down the street handing out candy. Mina came prepared this year.

Jeff was a little disgruntled they weren't passing out Klondike bars this time.

I got a kick out of the mini - Gombey..

And the fashion forward statements of the majorettes. I'm digging this look. Maybe for the company Christmas party next week.

Thanksgiving in Bermuda, 2011

2011-11-26T15:25:00.006-05:00

This year, we stayed on the island for Thanksgiving. Luckily, several of our friends did too; so we celebrated the holiday together. What's better than a bunch of ex-pats getting together to stuff ourselves and give thanks for the good life?

We decided to host. Thirteen total - six adults, seven kids. Kid's table was fun to put together.

Look how nicely they were behaving.

The girls that help keep me sane.

Josh and Jeff - ladling out the first course.

The grown up table - pretty simple.

And there's Oscar under the table .. always hoping... always waiting...

The happy plate: turkey, mashed potatoes, cauliflower puree, cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, sweet potato casserole, creamed spinach, stuffing.

For dessert, there was both apple and pumpkin pie..

The kids dessert - turkey cupcakes

An honorary member of the clean-plate club.

The end of the evening said it all. Man and man's best friend. Of course I can't blame Thanksgiving for this pose. The two of them look like this every night.

Weekend wrap up.

2011-11-20T14:07:00.009-05:00

Rainbows, pink castles on the horizon, and a fun little 8k sponsored by Bacardi. These were a few of my favorite things this weekend.

An 8k is about 5 miles. That's not too bad. It's a nice distance. I enjoyed it. I ran it in 51 minutes. If you're a serious runner, this is a pretty laughable speed. But the truth is, I've stopped caring that much about my speed. I just want to have fun with my running again. Last spring I got crazy and put way too much work into training for a half marathon. Between thirteen mile long runs, 40 miles weeks, speed work, hills and analyzing my Garmin statistics like a dork, it stopped being fun. And then I got hurt and couldn't even run the race I had trained months for. That really bit me in the behind. My only goal this season is to stay injury free and have fun. That's why I've kept with running this long.

I crossed the finish line, and my prizes awaited.

That was the best feeling of all.

Of course, they did have post race snacks. Spectators were welcome to help themselves. I know you're supposed to eat something post run, but I usually wait awhile. All those bagels and cereal and milk and muffins... Don't get me wrong... I definitely ate later.. 5 miles is roughly 500 or so calories. Oh, yeah. I made up for that.

I finally got my Garmin working again. Here's the breakdown. Mean anything to you? Yeah, me neither.

Friday wrap up.

2011-11-18T10:59:00.007-05:00

This week we received our first shipment of a CSA farm basket from a local farmer, here in Bermuda. Wadson's Farms, began this project this season; friends of ours invited us to split the basket weekly. Given the sorry state of most produce in the stores here, I was game to see whether local produce might be a better go of it.

This week, we got eggplant, cucumbers, various lettuces, corn, peppers, bok choy, parsnips, carrots and sweet potatoes. I've been having fun working the produce into the week's menu.

The first dilemma though, was figuring out what that half of a big green thing was up there. I decided it was something pumpkin or squash -y, and roasted it up to make this:

picture, courtesy of Gina's skinny taste.

But, being who I am, I decided the above recipe needed tweaking, so I threw in a handful of various spices (cardamom, garam masala, coriander.) Much better.

This cheddar bread has nothing to do with anything; but it's another recipe I made this week because I am a sucker for Pinterest. Yeah, that big chunk on the end that's been gnawed off? Guilty. Let's move along.

Anyone want some soup?

Yeah, you... hiding back there...

Tonight, we're going to a friend's house for dinner. I volunteered to make dessert. But why have these plain-Jane little pumpkin spice cookies....

When you can have these! Voila! Pumpkin spice whoopie pies!!

These guys need some fattening up, don't you think? These young 'uns were at the farm when I went in to pick up my basket. I'm hoping the one I ordered is out back, waddling over to his second breakfast of the day.

Our Halloween rules.

2011-11-14T12:28:00.004-05:00

I totally forgot to put this one up...

First dibs is a critical lesson to learn early in life.

Thanksgiving planning

2011-11-13T09:00:00.001-05:00

Before things get too crazy, I thought I'd throw this out there. We'll be hosting Thanksgiving this year with a handful of friends. While we work out the logistics of space, I'm testing out some new recipes for the menu. My plan is to make the turkey, stuffing, one side and a dessert, and request two sides or dessert from the guests coming. When entertaining, I like to mix things up with both tried-and-true as well as a few experiments. After all, what are friends for if not to be your culinary guinea pigs?

So far, this is what I'm thinking:

appetizers:

baked brie with nut glaze and crackers (done before, simple, good)
white bean dip (done before, simple and good)

Main:

Heritage turkey, brined (brined before, fool-proof, testing out a new brine this year)

sides:

Paula Deen old fashioned country stuffing (tested this week, very good. will adjust seasonings for more depth.)

mushroom giblet gravy (new - untested)

Suvir Surain jalepeno skillet cornbread (made many times - delish)

creamed spinach and parsnips, Food and Wine recipe (made many times, sleeper hit of every occasion)

something cranberry (Wayne's Cranberry Sauce is a favorite, made several times)

something potato (loved the garlic mashed potatoes I made one year that kept in a crock pot during buffet - excellent)
maybe something else green - green bean casserole? (I never make these, but I thought I'd go traditional this year)

dessert:

southern comfort apple pie (tried - wow, so good!)

turkey cupcakes (Family fun recipe, untested but looks cute)

What's on your menu? How many are you hosting? Any last minute entertaining tips? Particularly for large groups of mixed-age kids?

Oscar's recovery

2011-11-09T13:00:00.004-05:00

Almost immediately before our vacation in October, our dog Oscar got injured. He was running up and down our neighbor's yard, in a fit of glee and joy (probably because he was happy we were leaving him with her). Suddenly, he yelped. When he returned home, he had difficulty walking.

I took him to the vet the next morning, as he had not improved overnight. In typical Bermuda fashion, he was diagnosed with something that bore no relation to what the actual problem was. But, we convinced ourselves that the vet was right, and agreed, it must have been his swollen anal glands. Limping dog? Obviously, it's his ass that's the problem. I often say that about myself when I limp home after a long run.

"I'd be such a better runner, if it wasn't for my ass!"

While we were in the U.S, our neighbor cared for him diligently; and even took him back to the vet for x-rays and another examination. Thanks Jane! I know how much you did for him while we were away. Oscar has been eyeing your driveway fondly for days now, and we'll have to stop by. On a leash this time.

When I returned, it was clear that the issue had nothing to do with his butt, and everything to do with his leg. So, back to the vet he went. This time, his limp was sufficiently obvious that the vet diagnosed him with a knee injury.

Fast forward to last night - Oscar returns from his forced medical spa day. A few stitches later, and four adjustments to his knee, and the vet promises me he will be walking normally again in a few weeks.

At the park today, Oscar did not look too convinced. But we had a long chat, and I encouraged him to take a few gentle steps on it.

I reminded him that the vet was very pleased with the weight he has lost since I put him on a "no-treat" diet. In fact, the vet was quite impressed with Oscar's weight loss (and it only took a week and a half!) So, while I remain unable to lose my last ten vanity pounds, I am apparently quite good at depriving others of their treats and getting them to look svelte.

Oscar and I are going to continue to work hard on his physical therapy and diet in the meantime... at least till Thanksgiving.

For inspiration:

Cue the following (minus the trip to Philly, God-awful grey sweatsuit, 70's headbands, leaping over park benches, running up stairs, or being chased by a pack of rug rats):

School picture day!

2011-11-08T13:33:00.004-05:00

Some of us were very excited. And some of us... not so much. Call me a cynic, but $35 x 2 later, I am fairly sure these will be the best pictures of the two of them today. I

Getting married? What to register for.

2011-11-06T20:51:00.003-05:00

This is the oddest kind of post for me to write, since I don't normally comment about products too much. It occurred to me tonight, out of the blue. It was a lazy, rainy Sunday. The kids were goofing around, doing their own thing, Jeff was watching a football game, and I was playing around in the kitchen. I love these rare Sundays. The bad weather kept us indoors and we were just content. I felt like cooking (big surprise). I had already baked several trays of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies; but because it was the afternoon, I needed to think about dinner. I had done the grocery shopping for the week already, and I knew there was a roaster in the fridge ready to go. Thank God, I had the pan I needed to get the job done.

And that made me think.

I bought that roasting pan on my own. Jeff and I were recently married and living in a one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. We had registered for all kinds of things; but a basic roasting pan was not one of them. Why would I think that far ahead? I barely knew how to cook. The day I needed a roasting pan, I had to buy one on my own from the Fulton Street Macy's in Brooklyn and drag it home on the subway all the way to the 84th street stop in Bay Ridge. If you know Brooklyn, you'll understand how heavy that bag became.

For those of you registering for your weddings, here's my updated list of things you really need. For the record, Jeff and I have been dating/married for almost 19 years.

1. China is nice but overrated. Instead, register for a decent set of basic white plates/bowls/salad plates that come from a company likely to continue the same basic design in the future. I say white because it's interchangeable. And white goes with everything. You want to get fancy, splurge on sparkly chargers and glassware depending on the season.

These are cute, from Crate and Barrel

They're cheap, replaceable, and a simple style - so if Crate and Barrel suddenly decides to go under, or decides white plates are so yesterday, you can find some other company to get a replacement plate without spending a fortune.

I've also learned, from years of cooking and entertaining, that those white plates are the best for highlighting the presentation of the food. And they look elegant on the table. You can go simple or fancy, depending on the occasion.

2. Good pots. Roasting pans, sauce pans, saute pans. I love my All-clad. I bought it myself, and it has lasted me years. Do yourself a favor though and hand-wash. Something about the chemicals from dishwashing liquid messes up the exterior of the pots and gives it a mottled look.

Get at least two saucepans and one decent medium size saute pan.

And get a decent roasting pan. One day you will need one, and they're heavy. Get one with an interior rack to keep the chicken off the bottom. It comes in handy sometimes.

3. Good knives. The one sensible thing we registered for was decent knives. Dear friends bought us a set of Henckels and they are invaluable.

Do yourself a favor and don't slice your finger the first time you host friends over to watch "The Sopranos," or whatever hot show is appearing on HBO this year. This dates me doesn't it? What's even worse is we don't have HBO anymore. I still remember the incident well. There I was in the teeny little Brooklyn kitchen we had, slicing cheese or something, not paying attention. Sure enough, nicked a chunk of finger. Friend walks over and sees me clutching my hand looking shell-shocked and says:

"What happened!! Did you see a cockroach?"

This, to me, was a moment straight out of the NY Times Metro Diary.

4. A decent salad bowl. I still use the one we registered for. It is basic and serviceable, and I can stick it in the dishwasher!!

This one's pretty too.

5. Bed linens. My mom bought us a lovely set of sheets from Bed, Bath and Beyond. They're a gorgeous Egyptian cotton that gets softer every time I wash it.

Simple right? Keep your registry list short too; it will get bought out fast and then everyone else can just give cash. I'm just kidding! Well, kind of. Although I think the cash thing might depend on your geography. It's pretty common on the East coast. Other's tell me cash gifts are unheard of where they are from.

Oh well. China it is then.....

An afternoon at work.

2011-11-06T18:00:00.000-05:00

Last month, the kids entered a competition to create art projects made from found plastic materials collected from the beaches of Bermuda. The competition was sponsored by Jeff's company; and this week, the art was displayed in the art gallery. I brought the kids to the office to take a look.

Keeping with Jordan's love of birds, he designed a bird mobile suspended from a plastic bottle, painted as the sky with clouds.

Mina created a lovely sea mermaid princess whose hair reminds me a lot of my own.

After the gallery tour, the kids dropped by Jeff's office. While we waited for him, Jordan nabbed some popcorn from a co-worker. Thanks Lisa!

Mina made herself comfortable in the big chair and got right to work.

Jeff also took us for a little tour of a neighboring office that included the most elaborate indoor aquarium I have ever seen.

Anyone reading this who happens to work for said company.. eh-hem... the voting for favorite art project remains open. Jordan and Mina are entered in separate age groups! Vote twice! lol.

November 5, 2011

2011-11-04T21:42:00.006-04:00

"What if you woke up today with only the things you thanked God for yesterday?" Anon.

Breanna Maree Loomis.
November 5, 2004 - January 25, 2005

Our heart angel.
January 26, 2005.

Thank you Breanna.
You would have been 7 years old today.
Your gift has given me a reason to be thankful each and every day of my life. But it's the kind of gift I will never be able to thank you for in person.
I hope you know, you will never, ever be forgotten. Your heart has kept my son alive and happy since he was eight days old.

Rest in peace.

We love you Nikki. You are in my thoughts today too. I know this is a hard day for you. I wish I could take that pain away.

My favorite Halloween pictures, BDA 2011

2011-11-03T11:24:00.006-04:00

Jordan and Mina both had parties at school on Halloween. I was determined to make an appearance at both, and help out with at least one. Mina and I pose at our cupcake decorating table.

And then I sprinted upstairs to Jordan's classroom to check in. Together we made a creepy spider, dangling from a stick.

Mina's approach to decorating - the "more is more" philosophy.

Yes, Jordan is a bird. But what kind of bird? When asked what he was going to be for Halloween, Jordan promptly replied, "a Kiskadee!" That elicited some looks back in the states, but here in BDA, everyone loved it! If you know what Kiskadee sounds like, you'll understand why I thought this was the perfect bird for my guy. If you don't know, feel free to look at Jordan's favorite website.

Mina asked to be a witch. But not any witch, mind you. She wanted to be a "pretty witch." Here she is posing, "like the girl on the box, mommy!!"

One of the best shots - Let the Mad Rumpus Begin!! Thanks Josh and Oneka for letting us join you! We had so much fun!

I love Halloween!!

Moving forward....

2011-11-02T19:58:00.007-04:00

The first of many school breaks ended, and the kiddos are back in the groove in Bermuda again. After we left Grandma's house in PA, we spent a few days in NJ. Although our primary purpose was for Jordan to have his heart biopsy, we did get a little bit of time to hang out, eat, shop and see good friends.

First stop - lunch. Part of me is hanging my head in shame, but the truth is, I secretly love the Cheesecake Factory. I know, from an epicurean point of view, the entire thing is awful. Too much, too big, too loud, too everything bad... but Lord above - look at the size of those bowls of pasta!! And Jordan ate the ENTIRE thing!! And the price? Well, let's just say that Jeff and I were cheering.

Later that evening, we had a playdate with our friends David and Julia. Much pizza (yay, real pizza!!!) was consumed. The kids burned it off with freeze dance and trampolines. I just kept eating till I went into a food coma. It was all part of my grand plan, obviously. You know that plan? The "stuff-your-face-because-I-am-on-vacation-plan?" Yeah, it's a good one. I had fun with that. Although, I was really feeling it this week in running class.

Unfortunately, we did have serious business to attend to the next day. Jordan was scheduled for a full heart biopsy at 7:00 a.m. A full one just means they biopsy both the left and right ventricles of the heart. It also means the procedure takes longer, and the recovery time in bed is five hours. Thanks to our friends, Miss Mina was able to spend the day playing in the comfort of their home, rather than the hospital. Big relief.

I'm so happy to report that Jordan's final results came in, and he is doing very well. No signs of rejection present. Hurray!

Jordan leaving the hospital. He's so amazing after the biopsy. His groin is fully bandaged with huge pressure bandages that constrict the skin. But he slowly walked along, and made the best of it.

After almost 18 hours of no food, Jordan celebrated with neon green ice cream. Yum.

Later that evening, I got a chance to hang out with my favorite crew. It was beyond awesome seeing them and catching up. Of course, it's bittersweet too, as I recalled the many times we would meet for our infamous "wine nights." But being with them that evening felt like no time had passed. That's the best.

The next morning, we packed our suitcases. Packed, of course, is a relative term. This was our last chance to take advantage of the individual person duty exemption at Bermuda customs. At the end of the month, the exemption will change from $100 per person, to $100 per FAMILY!!! I actually did try to restrain myself though (Jeff), believe it or not.

As we sat in the airport at Newark, the sky became darker. Raindrops splashed on the terminal windows, which gave way to wet snow. Other ex-pats we knew made their way into the chairs and we compared our mid-term break stories. (I love that about travelling back and forth to BDA. You always run into people you know at the airport. It is SUCH a small island!!)

Unfortunately, the snow began to actually pile up to the degree that the plane wings had to be de-iced. While we dealt with our airport delays and scary, turbulent flight, I learned that back in NJ, much of the town lost power. Electrical lines were down everywhere, and tree limbs were scattered all over the roads.

You might say, we escaped just in time.

Sorry girls!!!!

Fall in the Poconos, 2011.

2011-10-26T17:27:00.005-04:00

The end of October in Bermuda means it's time for the first of many school breaks. This one is called a "mid-term break." Am I the only one who finds it odd that the kids need a week break from school when it only just started a month ago? I suppose I am one of those rare individuals that wishes school lasted all year long. I'm heartless, I know.

In any event, this year, we're spending the week off the island. For the majority of the break, we visited Grandma H. and Michael in the Poconos, PA.

This is a really wonderful time of the year to be in the area. The weather was almost perfect, especially when you've been missing the fall foliage and crisp feel of a cool morning run.

The kids got to indulge in some all American sports on the driveway.

And knock some balls out into the road.

Except when this one was in the field. She had a little arm on her!

Grandpa and Grandma B. came out to visit and hung out for a morning.

Grandma B chilling with the monkeys in the basement.

The kids got a chance to jam out on the piano and guitar. They improvised on some interesting tunes.

And they also were good audience members.

One afternoon we visited a spooky restaurant for lunch. Jordan stuck very closely to Grandma H. during the entrance.

Miss Mina was pretty brave though, especially when it came to eating the biggest ice cream sundae I've ever seen.

Monroe County, PA has a fantastic environmental center that hosted a class geared towards the younger crew. The kids headed outside to learn about migratory birds. Yes, Jordan was thrilled. I really loved this place. The class itself was well run with interesting activities and a knowledgeable staff. The facilities were large, with well lit classrooms filled with kid-friendly displays. Set in a scenic countryside, all we had to do was look outside the large windows and see the flora and fauna around us. I'm looking forward to visiting this place again the next time we come back. Great find Grandma H!

He also spent another afternoon feeding some local birds that had no intention of migrating anywhere.

Later in the week, we took a hike to a protected wetland bog.

Real cranberries growing in the bog.

And a nice little creepy-crawly the guide pulled out from under a log.

This has been such a wonderful week. We all had so much fun; which explains why it went by as quickly as it did. Thanks Grandma and Michael for hosting us and making our short stay so exciting. There really was never a dull moment!

Next stop - a quick trip to NJ! Look out Leonia!

Halloween flash.

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Rockin BBQ's.

2011-10-17T18:08:00.005-04:00

Everyone knows, I love me some good BBQ. And while BDA is a far cry from the backyard grill pits of the states, there are a few people on the island who appreciate the fine art of adding meat to fire.

Welcome to a little afternoon backyard BBQ at the Schwartz's house.

The grown ups ate... the kids rocked out.

ok, one grown up snuck in there... Hi Amy!

For those not willing to rock... there was still plenty of tumbling to be had.. hi Jordan!

Treats..

2011-10-14T19:48:00.003-04:00

red velvet cupcakes for Jeff.. (Happy Anniversary!)

Black and white cookies for the kids...

Definitely NOT on the same day..

The journey is the reward.

2011-10-11T12:45:00.000-04:00

Bad, bad blogger. Hanging head in shame... time for a brief September catch up..

Things spiraled downward these past few weeks. The usual craziness that starts when the school season begins. Going to try and dig myself out of the hole from here.

The kids have been busy with school and after-school activities. This term they are doing the usual things - gymnastics, art, cooking class, an occasional tennis lesson. Jordan was asked to join a competitive gymnastics group that meets for longer practices during the week. I'm debating that one. We may try it out next term. They entered an art contest sponsored by Jeff's company. We spent a few days during the week collecting discarded plastic bits off the beach to create mosaics and sculptures. As you can see, the kids worked really hard on this one.

We did enjoy the interesting sand sculptures on Horseshoe Bay Beach that afternoon... any guesses what this theme might have been?

September marked the one year anniversary of our family moving to Bermuda. To celebrate, I made home made naan.

I'm just kidding. Bread making is not how I normally commemorate an occasion.

I made naan for the first time in September because it was on my bucket list of culinary things to do (along with cooking a lobster. I don't know if I will ever be able to do that... I shudder thinking about watching a live animal put into a pot of boiling water.)

I was super proud of myself with the bread attempt. Trying it just meant getting over the fear of failure. I've discovered that's pretty much the case when it comes to anything cooking/baking related. If it bombs, so what? I suppose there's a life lesson in there somewhere. Except the lobster thing. That's a whole other level of failure potential there.

There are some logistics to getting the timing of the bread rolled and to the pan. I had Jeff man the grill pan while I shaped and rolled each piece, so that they'd all be made quickly in one batch. But, I think I can figure out how to do this so it's not a two man operation. Jeff suggested building a tandoor oven in the backyard, so all I have to do is slap the bread around on it.

Yeah, that made a lot of sense to me too.

Actually, in all honesty, I celebrated our one year Bermuda anniversary by drinking two glasses of wine on the couch while watching the "Real Housewives of NJ." I got really depressed and argued with my husband.

Yeah, I don't know what's wrong with me either. As I reflect on this year, I've been trying to figure it out. And every time I try to analyze it, I find myself thinking there must be something wrong with me.

The year went by quickly, except when it didn't. And sometimes it really didn't.

Sometimes you get caught up in the perception of what your friends and family think your life is like, and the honesty of what you are struggling with. We're not on perpetual holiday out here, despite all appearances. Yes, it's beautiful - most of the time. Except when it isn't. The people are really nice. Except when they aren't. Or when they're apathetic. Or when they're inefficient. Or when you realize that many of them do not want you here in their country at all. It's odd feeling like an outsider, an interloper.. someone whose presence here is tolerated because their husband's guest worker status.

Some things have been easier to get used to.. I miss work, but I don't miss the two hour long commute. Despite my initial fears, I got used to driving on the left hand side of the narrow, little roads. Although, judging from the left hand side of our car, this might not be totally true. That side has seen its share of scrapes. whoops.

I love having more time with the kids. At this age, they can be amazing. And to have the luxury of staying home with them is a trip. It's such a relief to be able to get to do stuff at school with them. I don't have to feel that torment I used to when work interfered with school trips, class celebrations, or daily volunteering. Part of the reason I volunteer at school is because I get a daily kick out of seeing the kids faces light up when they see me. At recess, or lunch duty, or library time, or reading time - I love that look they get. I also have a sneaking suscpicion that as they get older, it may be different.

Other things, I'm still trying to wrap my head around. I miss my friends back home.. a lot. Really, a lot. I miss the sense of a neighborhood and a community.

Bermudian ex pat life has its charms, make no mistake about it. Being out here, we're surrounded by a handful of others in similar circumstances. It's a good group. We've all made some friends, had fun times. Everyone's been welcoming. We're all in an odd duck sort of place. Not that there is anything wrong with that. In fact, there's something rather amazing about that.. The kids go to school with children who have lived and travelled all over the world. Their perspective is decidedly enhanced by conversations about life in the U.K, or Vancouver.. or Singapore, or New Jersey....

But, it's very transient; and I think people realize that quickly. You might be here for a year or five years ... or Lord help me, thirteen years. Your friends here will come and go. Isn't that true no matter where you live?

But I wonder if part of you doesn't get lost in the process of saying good-bye.

It makes me wonder where home is.

That being said, we survived year one. Yay!

A beautiful day.

2011-10-08T22:17:00.002-04:00

My time wasn't the greatest, but I ran it hard, powered the hills, and did not collapse in the heat or humidity. And I am so happy to be running again.

"You'll always be there to keep me company, Mina."

2011-10-06T21:00:00.003-04:00

Jordan said.

File under: moments that take my breath away.

Not even a week of school...

2011-09-13T12:43:00.003-04:00

and one of them is already sick.

Which means, of course, I'm now waiting for the other shoe to drop.

For the epicureans among you, that is an ice cream sandwich sundae, with real whipped cream topping and sprinkles. I'm trying to remember why I decided to make this for him.

Of course, I often ask myself that same question about other things I make.

Buffalo chicken bites. Recipe courtesy of Joelen at "What's Cookin' Chicago?" Click here for the recipe.

They were really, really good.

Thank goodness I had a party to bring them to. I like to spread my gluttony among my friends.

The calories balance themselves out that way.

Famous last words..

2011-09-11T20:17:00.003-04:00

I suppose I thought I'd always live in NYC. It was where I wanted to be. I was living and working in Brooklyn ten years ago when Twin Towers were attacked. On that day, I remember walking out of the subway at the Court Street stop, and seeing hundreds of people standing still in the park, their eyes turned towards the smoke filling the sky from Manhattan.

"A plane..." someone said.

"A plane hit the Towers."

Today, ten years later, Jeff and I quietly remembered that day in brief snippets of conversation as we recalled how we watched the towers come crashing down on the tv, while simultaneously looking outside our friend's window and seeing it happen in real time. We remembered seeing people covered in ashes as they walked over the Brooklyn Bridge and made their way home.

I never imagined ten years later I would be so removed from the city. I don't know if our lives will ever bring us back there. But on this day, especially, I miss it.

So much.

More importantly, on this day, I remember what it feels like to be an American.

Ten years have passed since that defining day.

I wanted to share this song, "If this is Goodbye," by Mark Knopfler; and sung with Emmylou Harris.

Describing it in an interview, he remarked that the last phone calls of those trapped in the towers were "a triumph of love over hate."

My famous last words
Are laying around in tatters
Sounding absurd
Whatever I try
But I love you
And that's all that really matters
If this is goodbye
If this is goodbye
Your bright shining sun
Would light up the way before me
You were the one
Made me feel I could fly
And I love you
Whatever is waiting for me
If this is goodbye
If this is goodbye
Who knows how long we've got
Or what were made out of
Who knows if there's a plan or not
There is our love
I know there is our love
My famous last words
Could never tell the story
Spinning unheard
In the dark of the sky
But I love you
And this is our glory
If this is goodbye
If this is goodbye

Almost wordless Wednesday

2011-09-07T20:20:00.002-04:00

Bird watching love.

Two American kids growing up, in the heartland.

2011-09-06T19:43:00.003-04:00

It's that special time of the year again! Time for school!!

And not a moment too soon, as far as I'm concerned.

Because there's only so much...

Wii Dance kids revolution...

Orange smoothie drinkin' (yes, that is a bindi on her forehead... don't ask..)

"cardinal cupcake" making...

recipe development...

pool boogie-boarding

beach going..

one family can do!!

Well, maybe not the beach part.

But it's time for the monkeys to be back in school, darn it.

Here's to the start of a brand new school year!

Green sea glass heart.

2011-08-29T12:06:00.007-04:00

Finding green sea glass, shaped like a heart is definitely preferable to the heart biopsy Jordan was supposed to have this week. Thanks Irene. Biopsy rescheduled to October.

Fall.

By then, we'll have been in Bermuda for over a year.

Family Reunion 2011

2011-08-23T21:28:00.009-04:00

After months and months of planning, which I thankfully did not do much in the way of (shout out to Cindy, Amy and the whole west coast crew), the semi-semi- annual tri-yearly?? reunion went off without a hitch. We've been looking forward to this trip for some time. The kids were excited to get off the island (believe it or not, you sometimes do want to escape from paradise) and seeing their cousins - some of whom we got to meet for the first time.

We had a blast. It was fantastic!

Presenting - Family Reunion in Lake Tahoe, CA.

Some of the "founders."

Cindy's hand-designed reunion t shirts.

Sharing s'mores over the fire pit with Ryan.

The 4-6 year olds at tennis.

Look at this - give this kid something to swing with and he's all joy.

I love this picture. I'm a tennis player from way back, and the look in Mina's eyes reminds me of me. I didn't start quite this early, but I see some eye of the tiger in this girl. Form's not too bad either. And it's never too early to start thinking of ways to pay for college.

A birthday among us!

Cousins.

We wore these puppies out! Bedtimes went out the window, naps were unheard of, and the four hour time difference resulted in some very tired little monkeys.

Although it looks like he is drowning, he's actually doing pretty well. He just slid down an enormous twisting slide into the pool and is heading back to the stairs.

Native flora.

Rocks and bokeh. So excited to finally get a shot with that.

Skipping stones on Lake Tahoe.

Jeff and Mina calling it a night after one of the house dinners.

Jeff and Amy. Did I ever mention I want to be her when I grow up? She is unstoppable.

Aerial view from the stairs. Look how ridiculously gorgeous everyone is. The house wasn't too shabby either!

The Moss/Marin/Monroe/Altman/Weinstein/Trimarchi/Sperling/Berman/Spallina gang. Did I miss anyone???

Thanks again to the planners in the family for putting together such an amazing reunion. It is not easy to reach consensus (or what we managed) with so many people. From the location, to the activities, to the family dinners - this was a model of how a reunion should be run.

There were activities for everyone: golf, tennis, biking, running, a full gym and spa, kayaking, rafting, family dinners together, sleepovers..

Here was my favorite...

Sunset cruise for the 2nd generation while the grandparents babysat... (yes!)

With only one...or maybe two casualties..

buh-bye reefs!

A speck in the middle of the ocean.

2011-08-07T07:40:00.008-04:00

We live on a twenty-one mile long island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. It's roughly a mile across at its greatest width. If you ever get "lost," make your way left or right till you find water. And then you'll know which direction to head back home. At least that's what I do since I have an amazing ability to get lost on even the tiniest parcel of land anywhere.

We're surrounded by water all the time. I try not to think about this too much because it can be disconcerting picturing one's self succumbing to ten foot high tidal waves. Not that this is likely to happen. But since anxiety is high on my list of personal failures, I always need to have something to worry about to keep me motivated.

Don't move to Bermuda unless you love the water... especially the beach.

Water is ever-present, in all shapes and forms. It's in the humidity that frizzes your freshly blown out hair, it's the dampness that never lets your stuff ever feel fully dry. It permeates your skin so when you wake up in the morning the normal bags under your eyes have swelled up to helium balloons. It shows up in the mold that creeps into your closet walls, or on the plastic toys your kids love to leave out in the grass. After a rain shower you check the walls to see what's seeped through the concrete.

Water is a way of life. Kids start swimming really early here. One term of Saturdays at the local swim school here and these two are finally swimming on their own. I have to contrast this with the lessons they took back in NJ. They didn't accomplish too much there. Maybe it's the age? I'm glad they're swimming. I still have to watch them all the time though, especially Jordan. He loves diving into the pool and swimming deep to the bottom.

That water gets in everywhere... even underground. Crystal caves.

Water can be your friend. When the summer sizzles forward, you pray for rain to fill your water tanks. Pools to beat the August heat are a lifesaver. Look at Kramer the dog watching. This pool belongs to friends who were kind enough to invite us over. Their dog dives in and swims around with the kids. He loves to swim close to Jordan and keep an eye on him at all times. I think he thinks Jordan is on the verge of drowning. He's probably right. I don't mind having an extra set of hand... paws... whatever...to help out.

Countless towels and swimsuits are a must. Even leaving the old suit to dry for the next day is never a guarantee it will be usable. The air is just too wet. (Must remember to stock up on these at the end of the season.)

Holidays are spent on the beach. We haven't gotten tired of this yet.

Camp artwork celebrating the diversity of the life aquatic. Here - a section of Jordan's triptych of whale's tails, created at the Masterwork's art camp.

Up close encounters with them all. Turtle time!! (Shout out to Ramona at RHONY)

Bermuda blues

2011-07-30T18:53:00.003-04:00

Blue eyes..

Blue skies

Blue boards

Blue waves

the blues... (hunger pangs??)

Four day weekend here in BDA. We've spent most of it on one beach or another. And it's been a blast! Happy Cup Match/ Emancipation Day!

I'm still trying to learn more about the actual holiday - which celebrates the emancipation of African slaves across the British Empire 177 years ago. The days leading up to the break reminded me a lot of the U.S - people stocking up at the stores for barbeques, planning get togethers, etc. It made me a bit nostalgic for the 4th of July fetes we used to throw. The backdrop to the weekend here includes a two day cricket fest and a non-mariners "race" on the water. From what I gather, the cricket match is not the most child friendly event. They do have a popular gambling game called Crown and Anchor, which is normally prohibited on the island. No fireworks.

We did spend one day at "Beach Fest" on Horseshoe Bay, which is another popular thing to do. People get there and literally camp out. They bring tents and barbeques and chill out for the day. There's music and DJ's and unlimited people watching. We went with friends and all the kids and it was quite an experience. The parking situation alone made us feel like we were back in the U.S.

But, the kids had a blast. Look at Jordan on the raft back there. When did this kid become such a dare devil???

Almost wordless Wednesday

2011-07-27T15:01:00.002-04:00

nom

Bermuda work wear

Bermuda camp wear

Birthday celebrating

2011-07-18T20:36:00.004-04:00

This month, Mina celebrated her first birthday in Bermuda. Hello my little five year old!

Jeff and Mina both shared the birthday spotlight. And cupcakes.

See that little speck there? That's us!

We celebrated turning five at the Bermuda Aquarium and Zoo.

It was an amazing experience going behind the scenes at the exhibits. And I lost a year of my life as we stood above the shark tanks with 14 five year old kids and no gate.

What swam below us.

The turtle feeding was more my speed.

Mina and her cake

Mina and her bubbles! I still can't believe she's five years old.

weekend recap

2011-07-11T16:55:00.002-04:00

After being out of commission for so long, it felt good having such a nice weekend.

Friday (which in my mind kick starts the weekend) began with wacky hair day at camp. Easy enough.

That evening, we went out for dinner at Blackbeard's Hideout in St. Georges. I'm smiling, but it was in spite of the food. Sorry. I wasn't very happy, and I'm usually pretty forgiving about pub fare. It's a pretty view of Achilles Bay, and I really wanted to love it, especially since it's so close to home. Alas, it was not meant to be. Maybe they were having a bad night. But I'll never understand how food can come out bad when you've only got a three tables of people to serve.

I'm a little more relaxed about bedtimes in the summer. When we got home, instead of rushing about to take baths and start the bedtime routine, we just hung out on the deck and watched the sunset.

And took the last pictures of Jordan before his big haircut. Ignore the shrek foot there on the banister.

Jordan is quite prolific these days. After his haircut on Saturday, he felt the need to document the experience. These are his diary notes which he posted on my living room wall.

They read:

"I got the worst hair cut today. Hot water in my hair. It was burning to the chair."

It's a good thing I document everything too. I took a camera pic to mark what reality actually looked like. Clearly, this child is being tortured.

Saturday night, and back on the deck.

On Sunday, we were all about hitting the beach.

Short hair comes in handy now. Especially given the scheduled activities...

riding the waves...

striking a pose...

burying daddy...

playing some frisbee...

feeding the birds...

techie-techie-ing ...

and of course...nap time.

Yay summer!

Showing signs of life again.

2011-07-02T07:30:00.002-04:00

It's been a long two weeks.

"BUNNY POWER!!!!!!" She shouted.

Her eye is starting to look normal again.

And, apart from desperately needing a haircut, this one's looking better too.

I kind of like the shaggy hair though. I wish mine were that thick.

Once in a lifetime... water flowing underground.

2011-06-29T15:56:00.020-04:00

I decided to take a suggestion from Kelly, over at Kelly's Korner, and just do a post on what a random day of the week looks like.

Thursday, June 29, 2011

Today was the last day of school for the kids. It was a half day, because of course, "last" day is synonymous with "half" day. What? You didn't know that? It is. And it's understood cross-culturally as well. I always remember back in the U.S., the kids had a half day at their pre-school.

Mina called from the top of the stairs, "Mommy, do I have to wear my uniform today?"

"No, it's grub day. You can wear whatever you want." I mentally cringe at the thought of what she is going to come downstairs in. Damn, I should have put a restriction on it. I ponder the origins of the word grub and wonder why it's used in this context.

Jordan continues to sleep. He had a rough night. Repeat wake ups, crying, bathroom breaks. He's tired.

Downstairs, I pour the coffee.

Thankfully, I had prepared the machine the night before, so all I had to do was press a button. Good thing because I could barely open my eyes.

Literally.

Seeing the doctor today to deal with whatever eye infection I've managed to pick up. This seems to be the week of doctors. Pediatrician, bone scans, eye doctors. We have weeks like that sometimes. Hopefully this one will be over soon.

Normally, Jeff handles the morning routine downstairs (coffee, Oscar, kid breakfast) but he had to be out of town for a couple days for work.

I get my breakfast ready and feed Oscar, our dog, who is winding around my legs like a cat and shuffling his wet nose into my legs. I feel a twinge of sympathy because it's probably been at least three days since I shaved my legs.

Mina comes downstairs with hair wet from last night's bath, wearing a too short tee - shirt and a size 2T pink ballet tutu. I look at her, and mentally debate what I could say that won't make her remember this moment in the future and decide she hates me.

"Maybe you should wear some shorts under those, Mina," I half-heartedly suggest. Is this really a battle I want to fight, I wonder.

She flashes me her Cinderella underwear and looks shocked that I don't think the outfit is perfect as is.

"Awwwh...." her standard response. She goes upstairs to add a pair of pink shorts to the ensemble. I'm surprised she didn't put up more of a fight. Maybe it was seeing the actual tag on the tutu that said "2T." I let Oscar out of the house. Dog hasn't had a decent walk in days.

I ready the gift bags for the teachers - painted pencil boxes, handmade cards inscibed with her gratitude, Some cute, felted craft magnets, and a bit of chocolate. Repeat idea of ones made before for teachers back home. I bought the wood boxes from Michael's craft store in the U.S way back in February and held on to them.

I also contributed to the parent's monetary collection to buy the teachers something more practical (gift cards, travel vouchers - travel vouchers are a Bermuda thing.) I'm sure the kid's cards will be appreciated, but I'm a big fan of practicality. I also added a card of my own to all of the teachers. I know I always appreciated it when people I worked with took a minute to thank me for my efforts. And I think teachers deserve to hear it from parents as well. Being a teacher is HARD work. The little I know of it (weekly reading with the kids at school, volunteering at class parties, etc) is exhausting. Imagine doing that, plus trying to actually teach them something every day!

We went with a bird theme this year as ornithology was a major topic of interest for one of my kids. And thus, by default, it became a family activity for BOTH of the kids. So much so that Jordan now actually knows what ornithology means and that he wants to be an ornithologist one day. And a chef. And own a pizza restaurant. And travel to India. On Air India. But he only has $0.65 in his piggy bank right now, so it might take some time to save for a ticket. And cab fare, since I refuse to drive him to the airport.

Jordan did not go to school. Again. He's been home all week. We saw the doctor yesterday and she said he had an ear infection. He may also have strep throat, depending on the test results. He's on antibiotics. When he came downstairs, I noticed he was warm again. I gave him some of his meds, he drank some milk and water and refused to eat anything. Mina wolfed down a waffle, some strawberries, and suggested I make her a round of pancakes. I suggested she go brush her hair.

I rounded up the gift bags, made a quick partial lunch for Mina (it's a "half-day after all; no real lunch). Got the kids in the car and navigated my way down North Shore Road. Surprisingly, after nine months, I'm actually kind of comfortable driving on the left hand side of the road. The narrow roads don't make me break into a flop sweat anymore. The kids argue about the music on the Ipod. I don't even attempt to listen to the audiobook I really want (Women, Food and God by Geneen Roth). Talking Heads plays. I admire the way the sun sparkles off the water on Shelly Bay. I do the Bermuda thing and let a car turn in front of me. He toot-toots his horn. Another Bermuda thing.

At school, I park along the field I leave Jordan in the car with the AC on and his stuffed cow for company. No, we don't do this in the U.S. Here, it's done all the time. I'm not too worried. Teachers are 20 feet away supervising kids in the drop off area.

Mina and I trudge into the building. I continue to wear my sunglasses and pretend to be chic mommy, rather than mommy with raging eye infection and hairy legs. We leave a present for Jordan's teacher in her classroom. Mina admires Tuck the turtle swimming around in the tank. No turtles in the US, I remember. Someone told me most classrooms ban them after a salmonella scare. Apparently the news hasn't hit Bermuda yet. I wonder who's taking care of the turtle over the summer. I feel sorry for turtle. All that swimming.

Mina runs into her classroom holding the gift bags. She stops to show them off to a friend and marvels at the chocolates and crafty magnets. I hope nothing falls out. On the way back to the car, I stop and talk with one of the teachers responsible for summer camp next week. I discuss whether she's seen my email regarding the balance. She hasn't. She finds a receipt with the balance due and hands it to me. I stare, cough, and thank her. Sigh. That's a big balance. Must double check her figures. Math anxiety hits me.

We drive home. I notice mallards in Harrington Sound bay and point them out to Jordan. The boats bob gently and the sun sends sparkles across the water. We discuss how old the lead duckling was. We decide he was a teenager because he wasn't following his parents.

At home, I finish giving Jordan the remainder of his medication. He refuses to eat, but grudgingly drinks some Buddy Fruit smoothie and settles himself on the couch for Tom and Jerry. I empty the dishwasher, wipe down the utensils which never seem to get dry, load up breakfast dishes, and ignore the sticky syrup that's all over my fingers. Wash. Remember I have to call the water people and order a tank refill. Our neighbor told me there's a five day waiting period because of the drought.

Normally, this time of the day, I'm usually running; but since I've been forced to give up running for the foreseeable future, I've found it hard to motivate myself to exercise at all. I hate the gym. I hate lifting weights. I grudgingly ride a bike or an elliptical. I've tried water aerobics and water jogging (fail, fail, fail.) I do however still watch what I eat. I'm convinced that diet is more important than exercise for maintaining or losing weight. And eventually, I will run again. And those happy endorphins will return.

I wipe down the counters then check Jordan's temperature. 99.2

I try calling water guy. Call goes straight to automated cell message. I call secondary water guy. He tells me he has three people on hold and could I use the online option? I'm shocked the company is forward thinking enough to have that and proceed to go online. I arrange a day for delivery and wonder whether this will actually work.

I check Jordan. He's moved on to the computer in the office and is playing Yo Gabba Gabba on Nick Jr. He says he feels ok. His eyes are heavy lidded and droopy which always happens when he's sick. But this is the most energetic I've seen him this morning, so I leave him alone. I debate whether I should try to get him to eat something.

It's 10:30. I have to pick up Mina from school in one hour. I mentally triage all household chores that need to get done and decide to vacuum living room.

Mid carpet, I'm interrupted by loud pounding on front door. I look through glass to see man standing there. It's the bug-sprayers. He's going to do the outside of the house. I nod and wonder whether its the chemicals that have caused him to look this way.

Jeff IM's me wanting to know what Jordan's doing. "Watching Smurfs," I reply. Discuss temperature, mood and probiotics.

I launch a full out cleaning assault on bedrooms and bathrooms upstairs. When there's so much sick in the house, I feel like a full scale germ warfare is underway and I have to go even more crazy with cleaning. I scrub bathrooms and disinfect everything with bleach and chlorox wipes. I clean off handles and light switches and door knobs. I stare at the soap dispenser in Jordan's bathroom and wonder why, after nine months, the soap is only halfway gone. In Mina's bathroom, I wonder why she has six toothbrushes on her sink.

I think about the comment a friend on Facebook made. She's an ex-pat, who lives in a "developing country." Regarding cleaning, she said,

"Hire someone. Isn't that one the benefits of moving to "these places?"

"I have someone," I replied. "Her name is me, myself and I."

Uh. "These places???" gag.

Anyways, I can't do cleaning people. I've tried many times. We don't work out. I'm neurotic and obsessive- compulsive and passive-aggressive. And they are usually normal and just want to do their job and go home. I clean before they get there, while they are there, and afterwards. It just never works. I try to be nice and just let them do things their way. That never works, so I tell them a few specific things I need done. They are good for a few weeks then get sloppy about something else. Weeks go by and my anger starts building up as I think about all the other ways I could spend that money. And usually 6 months to a year has passed and I let them go. They have no idea what they did wrong and I chalk it up to an "It's not you, it's me" type explanation.

Do you see why I need to run again? It's the only thing that calms the non-stop crazy voices in my head. The bone scan was Tuesday. Shouldn't the results be in by now?

We drove to pick up Mina from school. "Genius of Love," plays on the Ipod. Go ahead, click the link, you know you love this song.

We pull into car line and repeat performance of leaving Jordan alone with AC. I stare at mom in orange tube dress in front of me hitching up said tube dress top. Personal fashion pet peeve - if you are constantly hitching things up, pulling things down, or can't move in it, then this is not a good look for you. I do like orange though.

Get Mina. She decides at this moment to say good bye to each of her friends individually. Grab her, go find Jordan's teacher in car line. She returns work to me and thanks me for gift.

"Say a hello to Jordan for me!"

Both kids got report cards today and I'm looking forward to reading them. Orange tube dress mom returns to car line and rather than pulling forward to leave, she unrolls her window and begin chatting with a woman I thought I liked. Might as well read the report cards now since we aren't going anywhere soon.

Kids did amazing. Excellent reports in everything. Loved by their teachers and praised as helpful and a joy to have in the class. I wonder whose children are being discussed.

En route home, we stop at Pizza House - home of the worst pizza in Bermuda because Jordan requested it for lunch. Given his minimal eating the last few days, I'd be willing to stop anywhere he asked. Grab some pizza and head home. Children trudge up stairs loaded with papers and bags. I trudge up stairs loaded with papers and bags and we compare who is holding more. They dump everything in hallway. I bring everything into kitchen to sort and load.

Set out lunch.

I note picture in Mina's bag of the two of us.

I admire Jordan's journal. Love reading about his adventures. Will definitely save this.

Jordan eats slowly.

Mina runs off to play.

Kids goof around outside in sweltering heat for awhile. I am thrilled Jordan seems well enough to get off couch.

He comes in later to go to bathroom. Then shouts for help wiping. Sigh, it must have been a big one.

I park kids in front of tv to take a shower. When I get downstairs they haven't moved. Babysitter arrives. I put kids down for a nap and leave to go see eye doctor.

Eye doctor visit was successful. Continue to be charmed by quaint Bermuda custom where each patient, upon arriving into waiting room, looks around room and states, "good afternoon" to the public generally. So endearing. Doctor does not keep me waiting! Doctor is lovely and thorough and does not admonish me for the self medicating I have been doing the last two weeks. Remarks as well that the lasik work I had done years ago is excellent. "Wonderful flaps! So neat!" I take credit for it as though I was somehow responsible. NJ girls - I went to TLC laser vision center. He prescribed the right kind of eye drops after dilating my eyes thoroughly. Oops. Did not realize that was coming and wonder how I am going to drive home.

Mental note to self - don't drive with dilated eyes. I get to pharmacy for drugs. Pharmacist and aide have seen me here three times this week and pass looks reserved for haggard mothers and drug abusers. I'm in the former category. They marvel at my amazingly dilated eyes and confirm the time, since I can't read my phone.

I get home by adopting the technique Jeff and I call "Badge of Pride." Badge of Pride drivers take it upon themselves to obey the Bermuda speed limit of 20mph at any cost. Everyone else can go to hell. In my case, I adopt it to save lives, starting with my own. People are capable of walking faster than my car moves.

I get home. Kids still napping. Babysitter marvels at my huge pupils.

I wake up kids. Jordan is cool. He comes downstairs with some energy and begins playing with Mina. I start dinner. Kids request pasta. I agree and caution that this is only because they are getting over sick and don't expect to get "kiddie choice" every night. They nod solemnly and laugh behind my back.

Jeff IM's me and we discuss results of meeting. I laugh at his description of it. Feel waves of exhaustion suddenly. The drops burn. My eyes are as red as the rage ghouls from 28 Days Later. I'm not as angry though. That was a good movie. I wish we had it on DVD; I feel like watching it now. Although watching a scary movie alone at home when Jeff is not here is a bad idea. No doubt I'll be up again during the night with kids so its doubly a bad idea. Should just watch NJ housewives and be grateful no one is snarking commentary from the side chair. Feel sad no one will be snarking commentary from the side chair. I love snarky commentary. But not during Gilmore Girls.

Phone call from pediatrician to follow up on Jordan. I tell her he seems on the mend. She is happy but still no results from strep test. Check in tomorrow. Kids begin fighting over computer. I pause and debate whether to interfere. Silence. They seem to be working it out. I read caution warnings for my drops. I note that water guy two has not called to confirm appointment for tomorrow and suspect I will have to call again.

Water is boiling. I break apart pasta in same way as Michael Keaton in the movie, "My Life." Am I the only one who's ever seen this movie? I don't blame you if you haven't. Nicole Kidman whispered her way through that movie as she has done in just about every other movie she's ever been in. But Michael Keaton I just love. Or maybe I just love his character in Mr. Mom. I get them confused.

Wonder what some friends are feeding their kids for dinner tonight.

Feel nauseous suddenly. The drops?

Feed Oscar. Look how nicely he sits waiting for his food. I wish for the hundredth time that someone existed whose sole purpose was to cook for me and feed me on a strict portion controlled diet each day and never allow me any treats. Oscar inhales his food. Amazing.

Armed for battle I warn the kids it is dinner time.

"Time to wash hands!" I shout.

Surprisingly, they don't fight over who gets to wash hands first. They come to table. Jordan discusses how to make a jam sandwich. Mina asks whether Jordan has meds hidden in his milk. I say no. He can take his meds without that. Jordan doesn't eat much dinner; but takes his antibiotics without a fuss. Mina watches. Shamelessly, I cheer him on. He swallows down almost 7 ml in seconds. It took Mina hours to finish 5 ml which we mixed with juice, water, applesauce, milkshakes... ANYTHING!!

Jordan goes to lay down on couch. Mina leaves table and begins chatting with him. No dessert tonight I guess. Feel conked and need to get kids back on a schedule. On cue, Mina reminds me we haven't practiced violin today. I look at Jordan laying on couch and promise we will do it tomorrow when everyone is feeling better.

Time for bath, regular meds, stories and lullabyes.

Bath became a disaster as Mina insisted Jordan get out first, even though he got out first yesterday. I know she is just tired when she says,

"He should get out first EVERY day!"

They chose short stories - Curious George and the Dump Truck, Ten Stars Twinkled. Mina read hers twice.

Time for the "four things" each of them talks to me about individually before they sleep. The four things are usually pretty random; but Jordan almost always says, "I love you mom." That alone is worth delaying bed time for.

Mina chose to use her four things to complain about having to get out of the bathtub first.

Hopefully, no multiple wake ups tonight.

8:15 pm.

I look forward to crashing on couch with vino, goofing around on computer and watching Bravo.

8:16 pm, I hear Mina sobbing. As I go upstairs I tell myself to stay calm, say nothing because no matter what it will never be the right thing. Don't get mad. Just ask her what's wrong.

I walk in. She is sitting straight up in bed sobbing and glaring at me.

"What's wrong," I say?

"I'm staying up all night long!" She screams.

"Ok." I say. "But you have to stay up all night long in your bed."

"With your head on the pillow."

"And the covers pulled up."

"Fine!! She screamed. "But I want my drapes open."

I walk over and open them, then leave the room.

8:44 pm. Silence.

This was an epic post and colossally boring. But, I have a sneaking suspicion that one day, when my babies have flown the nest, I might wonder what we did all day long when they were still young enough to listen to my opinions and thought I had all the answers.

On the mend.

2011-06-26T22:28:00.002-04:00

Her eye is still a little swollen (periorbital cellulitis?), but with the meds, she's finally acting like herself again.

Of course, Jordan chose this weekend to come down with a fever.

sigh...

sick week.

2011-06-23T08:38:00.002-04:00

Poor Bean. She's been under the weather since last Sunday. Eye infection, coughing, fever... She's missed all week of school so far; and I suspect Friday will probably be out as well. She's going to be crushed. Her class is having their end of the year picnic on the beach.

(yes, she is wearing ear muffs. Her request.)

On the other hand, the other monkey in the house has been having a blast. He's had all kinds of solo adventures:

Kayaking in the bays.

Daily morning rides to school with Dad on the scooter... Look at that grin! Jeff smiles bravely, but he's hiding his fear. Believe it or not, people actually do ride their kids to school on their bikes. I've seen many a kid even younger than Jordan sitting up front and holding on for dear life. I don't recommend you do this in the States; but here in Bermuda.. it's another world. Given the size of Jordan's helmet, and the fact that Jeff probably drove about 10 mph, I'm sure it's fine.

There's only a week left of school. This seems surreal. We've been here almost 9 months!! I'm curious to see what a full scale summer in Bermuda will be like. I've been warned that it gets so hot and humid at times, that all you want to do is stay inside where it's air conditioned.

Uh-oh. Time to start planning activities.

Cousins in Bermuda.

2011-06-21T21:21:00.003-04:00

My nephews came to visit recently and soak up the summer sun on the beaches of Bermuda. I did not drag out the camera as much as I should have, mainly because I was just awed.

I mean, look at this face!!

My kids had a blast. Especially since Arman has reached the critical phase of being old enough to play with them, but still young enough to let them boss him around. They were in heaven. The perfect audience to all their craziness.

OMG. There's the face again...

A day into it, my poor nephew will never be the same. He came here content with organic lollipops as his special treat. He left scarred for life - Keebler fudge stripe cookies, M&M ice cream cones, sundaes with chocolate sauce and a choice of four different kinds of sprinkles.... ah well. What happens in Bermuda, stays in Bermuda.

They got along so well!

Bonding over chocolate shakes at the pool helped.

We can only hope they come back soon!!

random play

2011-06-12T16:08:00.001-04:00

Doctor's appointment.

Bolder Boulder 2011 - Because it's cheaper than therapy.

2011-06-01T15:13:00.004-04:00

I'm back from running the annual Bolder-Boulder 10k. I did a lot of training this year, including following a training program designed for a half marathon. I completed it, but skipped the half because of leg issues. I was nervous about running Boulder because I had to take several weeks off to heal. But, as any runner knows - this is a mental game more than anything else.

(For the record, I am 5' 5", but standing next to these two makes me look like a little, brown leprechaun.)

Highlights: Beating my time from last year by five minutes. YES!! This was a good run for me. I didn't push myself, the hills were a breeze, I was able to sprint the last quarter mile, including up the hill into the stadium, and I never felt winded or tired. I owe a big thanks to the running coach I worked with out here. Her class really showed me the difference between running and the slap-happy jogs I was used to doing. I'm not saying you'll see me sporting any Boston race bibs any time soon.. but still. I actually felt like a runner for a change.

Lowlight: Getting nabbed by immigration on return into BDA and fined $200 for having the wrong re-entry form. Boo.

In between, I had a blast. The Boulder run is very well attended. Why? Because running at sea level is for sissies. At least that's what the t-shirt I bought says. I'd much rather run at 6,000 feet above sea level. Apparently 50,000 other runners agree with me.

A few good men. These are the marines I shot a pic of as they passed me in formation. Their lead runners carry two full size flags on posts. Right before they they finish the 6.2 miles, they pull to the side in the stadium, drop and do twenty push ups, AND THEN finish the race together. That's hard core.

I just run in, gasp for air, and thank God I am still alive.

Most races provide water stops along the way. They do it differently out here.

They also provide supplemental fueling stations to replenish your electrolyte balance.

Of course, the best part of the race was running it with family.

I like this tradition, and I like how the group is expanding every year. Next big race is in Bermuda. I'm thinking this one. It's cheaper if we sign up early.

Who's in?

Six ingredients or less.

2011-05-23T15:47:00.005-04:00

Scallops with Orange-Chipotle Sauce...

This is one of my favorites because it's fast, super light, and the scallops are very filling. Served with green vegetables or a salad and you've got yourself a simple and healthy meal in minutes. The original recipe if from Cooking Light.

Ingredients:

1 1/2 lb Fresh Scallops
1/2 tsp paprika (smoked paprika if you got it)
1/2 cup orange juice
Salt
1 chipotle chile with 1 TBL sauce
2 Tbl Butter, divided

Directions:

Wash scallops to rinse off grit. Pat dry with paper towels. Get the scallops as dry as you can.

Season with paprika and salt.

Get pan hot. Really hot. The best pan is a cast iron one, but if you don't feel like scrubbing, use a non-stick pan.

Toss half of butter on pan. Sear scallops on both sides (minute or two per side). Whatever you do, do NOT poke the scallops about or peice them with a fork, or any other nonsense. Just leave them ALONE.

Remove scallops and keep warm. They should have a nice char just along the perimeter

Add rest of butter, orange juice, chile and sauce. Whisk until blended.

Pour over scallops.

Reserved chiles and adobo sauce can be frozen. Just don't be like me and forget you already have a bag or two of them in your freezer before you go and buy another can.

I hate cooking multiple meals for the family. I like to cook once to feed everyone. But this recipe can be a bit spicy for young palettes. So, for my kids, I just sear the scallops and serve them with plain butter. I reserve the spicy sauce for the grown ups. Surprisingly, the kids will actually eat it, alongside some buttered rolls or cous cous and green beans.

Birdwatching in Bermuda.

2011-05-22T12:52:00.005-04:00

Jordan's class has spent a considerable amount of time these past few weeks learning about the native birds of Bermuda. There are several quite unique to the island, including some that were once thought extinct. Among the birds we see regularly, include the Great Kiskadee, Starlings, Sparrows, White-eyed Vireos, Long-tails, etc. Some are rarer - including the Eastern Bluebird. That little guy has faced some major problems with predators. It's making something of a comeback, in part through bird enthusiasts who build special blue bird houses.

Jordan takes bird watching very seriously. We've had several adventures over the past few weeks, including trips to Spittal Pond, the Botanical Gardens, and the Arboretum. I'd like to plan a trip to Nonsuch Island, where great effort has been done to help revive Bermuda Petrel (Cahows) colonies. These birds were thought extinct until a small colony of 16 birds was found residing in Bermuda.

Jordan really likes to become one with the environment, so he can study his subjects up close.

I'm not sure the birds are quite ready to accept him as one of their own yet.

Even when he tries to fly like them.

On Friday, we spotted some Eastern Blue birds..

Grey Catbirds..

And of course, the ever-present feral chickens.

Bird watching is pretty tiring.

Look how worn out we are.

Over the weekend, we had a rainy morning, so we made our own bird mobile. The template is here; we printed it in black and white and the kids colored it as they wanted. What I loved best was Jordan colored his birds to match the actual colors of a Great Kiskadee, a Long-tail, a cardinal, and an Eastern Bluebird. And he did it from memory.

Jordan's interest in birds had me curious to find other ways to learn more about the topic. One afternoon, I had an hour to kill before picking up the kid's from art class, so I stopped by the video store to see if they had any documentaries that were bird-related. I couldn't find anything on my own, but the clerk suggested this series produced by the BBC called "Life."

First, I was floored by the extremely helpful and knowledgeable advice I had just gotten. I'm pretty much used to being ignored here when I walk into a store. Thumbs Up for Phase One Video!

But after viewing the segment on birds on the DVD, I was really impressed. It's a great series. Particularly if you're like me - sort of a closet nature geek and love the shows on the National Geographic (hello, Shark Week!) or History channels. The kids enjoyed it, but I think Jeff and I were mesmerized. It just amazed me to see birds thriving in such extreme environments, each adapting to its surroundings as it had to.

And the photographic detail with which each segment was filmed was astonishing. These birds were amazing. Of course, a lot of their astonishing behavior was done in part to lure the females of the species. And like so many nature specials, what starts out as a G-rated movie quickly degenerates into the kind of behavior reserved for what "only married people should be doing," as my mother used to put it so eloquently.

Thankfully, all that bird flapping feather stuff went right over our kids heads. I think.

Reflections on competing.

2011-05-18T21:13:00.003-04:00

Dear Samina,

I loved cheering you on last week during your Sports Day. But I don't think it was the best day for you. I looked through all the pictures and video I took. It was apparent from the beginning that you just did not look happy.

Walking out onto the field, you seemed nervous. Maybe apprehensive. This is not you at all.

But, we all have those moments, don't we? Moments when we're scared of what's to come, scared of how we will do, whether we will win, or lose, or embarrass ourselves. And sometimes, when it seems like the whole world is staring at you, all you can do is just put one foot in front of the other...

and run!

Or walk.

Or speak up.

Or take on that challenge in whatever form it presents itself.

That's how every journey you ever face will begin.

You face it. You conquer it.

One step at a time.

Even if you feel like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders ... or head, as the case may be...

even if you're scared, or nervous, or afraid of looking silly... just try. Just try. And never look back.

Sometimes you will win. And everyone will love you. And sometimes you will cry...

But I think you will quickly realize..

we will still love you.

Always.

Almost wordless Wednesday. Angel, devil, donut fail.

2011-05-11T11:23:00.002-04:00

Mother's Day Weekend.

2011-05-09T14:32:00.002-04:00

(yes. Those are pink mittens on her hands.)

(coconut ice cream in a cone, with sprinkles. Of course.)

They were so cute! They made me cards, a special Mother's Day ABC book, self portraits, and earnestly expressed a desire to "buy you your own couch and tv, so you don't have to share with Daddy. It will be blue, with sparkles shaped into a diamond pattern." The couch, that is.

Jordan's Sports Day 2011.

2011-05-07T07:38:00.005-04:00

They sure do it differently here.

Jordan had his "sports day" this Friday. This was an hour and a half of sports- like activities involving his class and the year above him. He did a sprint and something called "turtle toss." Don't worry. It was not a real turtle.

When I was his age, we used to do something at school called "Field Day." It was at the end of the year, there were various races. We competed with each other. There was a prize for first, second and third in each race. We had lunch outside. Lunch consisted of hotdogs, watermelon and fries. There was milk. In other words, nothing that unusual. There were no parents. If you didn't place at an event, you didn't get a ribbon. End of story.

Cue theme song to "Chariots of Fire."

Sports Day here was very different. EVERYONE was there. There were bleachers and tents hauled out onto the field. People left work early to come and must have camped out an hour ahead of time, because I had to park about a half mile away from the school. I spent an hour and a half cooking.

Turtle toss.

There was massive quantities of food. Sandwiches, wraps (some of which I supplied), baked goods, snacks, drinks, local manufacturer sponsored beverages, etc. I made thai chicken basil wraps. Gone in minutes.

Of course, I had a blast. I love this sh...

Yep. There I am.

And the school got the parents involved too. The year One moms vs. the Year two moms in tug of war. We lost. But I am loving this picture. Look, I have arm muscles!!!

Same for the dads. Don't bother looking for Jeff. He was nursing an injury or something and hid among the wives.

I also dragged Mina out of class to show some sibling support. She hung out for about a half hour till she realized she had to get back to class in time for a friend's cupcake break. He was celebrating his birthday that afternoon.

Ahh, family loyalty.

Bermuda creepy crawlies.

2011-05-04T20:17:00.003-04:00

Jordan came home with a phonics lesson involving combined vowels - a and i. I couldn't help but notice he mentioned snails.

I can't imagine where he got that from.

argh.

One of my favorites.

2011-05-02T13:11:00.004-04:00

May your hands always be busy

May your feet always be swift

May you have a strong foundation

When the winds of changes shift

May your heart always be joyful

And may your song always be sung

May you stay forever young

Forever young.

-Bob Dylan

Agricultural Fair 2011

2011-04-17T12:39:00.002-04:00

Since it was Friday, it stands to reason that the kids should be off from school.

Again.

What? They don't do this where your kids go to school?

The occasion this week was the annual Agricultural Fair, held at the Botanical Gardens. I was warned that most of Bermuda comes out to visit.

"Expect chaos," was how someone succinctly put it.

That being said, of course we had to go. So, I rounded up the troops and off we went. Added bonus - I was really looking forward to seeing Mina's school entry, a picture of "Big Bird and Friends." She even won a ribbon for it. The ribbon was presented at school, at their weekly school assembly. I wish someone had notified me to be there. I would have loved to see that.

I took a picture of her for posterity at home though.

And here's her winning picture:

It only took me about two hours and two Fair volunteers to ask before I was able to locate it. Nonetheless, we were very proud of our little bean.

The Fair itself is something like what I imagine a 4H festival must be like. Lots of animals on display, lot of arts and crafts, lots of baked goods competing with one another (might have to enter something next year.) The kids and I walked around for a long time admiring everything.

Some samples:

Miniature gardens

Container gardens

"High Tea" party hats (Speaking of which, someone needs to invite me to a Royal Wedding celebration party here on the island.)

Easter egg shell art,

Baked goods (My favorite)

They also had livestock being judged.

Baby cows - which made Jordan very happy.

And bunnies too - which made Mina positively gleeful.

No awards for cotton candy eating monkeys though.

Pity. I'm confident we'd win that one hands down.

ps.. They have off next Friday too. I'm not kidding. Good Friday or something. Can anyone say tuition reduction?

Nature Walk

2011-04-11T13:29:00.006-04:00

Two (plus) weeks later, school break is finally drawing to a close. One of these days, I'm sure the whole school break system will start to make sense to me. For now, however, I'm left wondering why the kids are out of school more often than they are in it.

Since today was their last day of freedom, we decided to have a morning adventure and enjoy the sunshine. Off we went, to commune with nature at the Bermuda Botanical Gardens.

The plan - bring along bug jars and a picnic, collect various odd bits and pieces of cast off nature, assemble nature diagram in our art books. I wish I could take credit for the idea, but it came from this source. Yay!

And the park is free too! Double yay!

While we waited for our friends to arrive, we explored the park. It's 26 acres, so there's lots of walking. We wandered about, letting our feet take us where they would.

Isn't this tree amazing? Look at the root structure. It made me think of the Ents from Lord of the Rings. Wasn't that a great series? Did I also mention I am the biggest nerd in the world? Just in case you had me confused with someone else.

Walking about, we observed Bermudian flora..

And fauna...

including these ducks who decided to follow us around for a good 100 yards or so (after we fed them bread, of course.)

The Garden also houses planted gardens with herbs, vegetables and flowers.

Including the once famous Bermuda onions that Mina was very eager to show me. I say "famous" because once upon a time, exportation of the onions was an important source of revenue for the island.

I digress.

Once we got home, the hodge podge of assorted nature bits were left to assemble...

right... the fun part.

Pretty simple concept. Outline nature shapes, fill in.

Simple = good.

Bringing the vacation home.

2011-04-08T20:01:00.010-04:00

Recently, we had some good friends visit us. It's been a while since we vacationed together.

One week. Four kids. And a whirlwind tour of Bermuda.

This time, the vacation happened to be in our neck of the woods. The nice thing about friends visiting is that it gives us a chance to learn more about our new home in the process. It's kind of like living in NYC. Unless you're showing people around, how often do you actually go to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building?

We did a little of the tried and true. But we also ventured forth a bit as well.

Visiting Bermuda in April, we discovered, can be dicey. The weather never seems quite sure what it wants to do. We had a mix of sunny, a whole lotta windy, and a day or two of the heavy showers. Our water tank was happy (long story), but bad weather is bad weather no matter where you are - even Bermuda.

The cast of characters. Grace..

Jason..

Three monkeys in a tree...

Sunny days demanded some beach time. Even if we did look like crazy Americans. Real Bermudians don't step foot on the beach this time of year. Jordan doesn't bother with societal rules like that. Can't say I blame him. It was a beautiful day. I was still a little cold though. That's normal. Unless it's about 80 degrees or more.. I'm cold. I keep telling Jeff that it's in my genes. Never mind all those years living in upstate New York. That was a fluke.

It was a good day to do cartwheels into the ocean, however.

Or lay back on the beach chair and chill. (More my speed.)

We live very close to the Crystal Caves, which is one of the popular tourist places on the island. I've never been yet; so I was excited to see it too!

The kids had so much fun. All of them were asking questions of the tour guide. Neither of my kids has seen something like this yet. There's something kind of cool about looking into the depths of the earth this way.

Another day, we hit Horseshoe Bay Beach. This time around, the kids decided to move beyond the beach and hit the cliffs instead. "Oh yay," my inner mommy voice of doom, worry and gloom cried.

Yet, they scaled to the top unharmed.

Here's part of the view.

It made us all a bit giddy. Giddy enough to defy gravity for just a minute.

This little guy wasn't scared of anything. Let me at it, he seemed to say.

And there he goes. Up the steep sand embankment.

"What? Me worry?"

Of course, no vacation with the Perkins would be complete without food. And that's only part of the reason why I love them so. Between over the top Sunday brunches at the Southampton Princess, to the 50 pounds of Costco steaks they gifted us with... it was a food lover's kinda week. Did I mention how much I love them?

Did I also mention that Brandon showed me how to make bread? Home made bread - the kind that Jordan devoured by the LOAF. With loads and loads of butter? Oh. My. God. It is so good. I've got a loaf resting on the counter right now that I just made. I've decided that everyone who comes to visit us must come armed with their favorite recipe, which they can teach me how to cook. Free room, board, and taxi service in exchange. Anyone? Anyone?

But just when it seemed as though there might be an end to our gluttony, someone decided to show me how to make Paula Deen's homemade cinnamon rolls. Please don't ask me how many sticks of butter are in this recipe. You can pretty much count the sighs of joy, which are directly proportionate with the sticks of butter. Isn't it funny how that works?

That's why they call it a vacation, I guess. Thanks Perkins for visiting us!! Come back soon!!

Six months in.

2011-03-31T19:10:00.003-04:00

We've hit the half year mark. It's hard to believe, but it's true. We've been living in Bermuda for six months now. When people here ask me how I'm adjusting to it, I still have to pause and figure it out. The upbeat side of me focuses on how amazing this adventure has been for us. In terms of writing the chapters of your life, a brief respite on a tropical locale ranks pretty high up there. It sometimes feels like we've been served with justa little bitta heaven on a silver platter. How can you not love that?

And then of course, there's the realist in me. That's the voice I don't usually share with the casual inquirer who asks how we are adjusting. This is a beautiful place. Don't get me wrong. But this is a temporary home. And as gorgeous as it is, there are significant downsides to living out here. I'm not going to get into the politics of it. But you know how in the US, people debate immigrant foreign policy? Here in Bermuda, we're the immigrants. And guess what? There are a LOT of people who take pains to remind me of that. It's an odd concept - trying to wrap your head around the fact that the welcome here is a transient one. If they are welcoming at all.

There are times when I have those conversations with friends, especially those who have been out here for years (5, 10, 12, 13 years!!!!). When they voice their concerns to me, I'm empathetic. But I'm also a bit scared because I'm already thinking those things! Being an ex-pat in Bermuda means a lot of things. Not all of them are good. For the time being though, I am trying to appreciate the adventure that we are on. Each day brings its joys and reality-checks.

Can you believe the sunsets? Jeff caught one the other night from our balcony. On that particular evening, I was with my running class for a twilight run along Port Royal Golf Course. Now, I'm not a golfer, but for those of you who are, you might recognize the name. It's a pretty famous course. And it's also a public course. Which thus means, I am running on it barefoot as the sun sets. And I am running with a teacher who happens to be one of the top runners on the island. And she brings that game world-wide. She ranked at the NYC half marathon a few weeks ago. She's also older than me, and she just gives me hope. I think I have a girl crush.

I didn't bring my camera, for obvious reasons. But if you want to get a sense of this course, check out the flickr photostream of this individual below:

WCities, on flickr

And then picture yourself running barefoot as the sun set on the South Shore, over Whale Bay. The grass was so dewy, my feet bounced under me like a springboard. I did sprints back and forth, up and down hills. And before I even knew it, I had finished five miles. It was the best running I have done in a long time.

One thing I'm still getting used to is the school schedule here. Yet again, the kids have off for a two week break. During one of them, we've signed them up for "camp." Camp is conveniently located at school, so the routine remains the same.

This break means a hiatus in all after school activities. When the kids get home, they have a snack, they play outside for a bit, maybe do some arts and crafts. But there's sometimes a lag - typically when I'm making dinner. During that time, they're allowed some tv. Today, Jordan asked for something special.

Anyone recognize what this is?

Yeah. It's the Food Network. I am not quite sure who this is. I think her name is Sunny Anderson. And right now, she's making "greens." Jordan asked to watch "Food." This cracked me up beyond belief. He knows the Food Network because I tape the Barefoot Contessa these days. He caught me watching it one weekend. Mina was very kind to let him get the viewing choice today. She really wanted to watch the "Jetsons."

As an aside, since moving to BDA, we've discovered the Boomerang channel. It is hands down, my favorite kids channel because it plays ALL the old cartoons we grew up with - Scooby Doo, the Jetsons, the Flintstones, the Smurfs, Hong-Kong Phooie (I know, I know.. you'd NEVER get away with that these days!), Pink Panther, etc. Jeff caught me watching an episode of Scooby Doo one day and the kids were nowhere to be found.

Oscar could care less what the heck we're watching or how we're adjusting to life on the Devil's Island. It's 6 pm and he wants to know where his dinner is. Don't you love how he blends in with the rug? Except for the reproachful scowl of his. Isn't he precious? He decided to take his precious self through the backyard gate, over to our neighbor's house, where he ravaged their Brussels sprout cabbage leaves. Yes, the irony is not lost on me. He is a Brussels Griffon after all. Even though its in name only.

Posts may be slow for a week. Please forgive me. We're hosting guests from Florida!! Yipee!!! I'm so psyched! I've been menu planning for days now. Jordan and Mina are so excited. It's one big camp out for them!

I'm like a fine wine...

2011-03-28T12:07:00.007-04:00

I keep getting better with age.

"It's my mommy's BIRTHDAY today!!" Mina informed the waitress, the very second she came over to the table.

"SHE'S 39 YEARS OLD!!!!" She exclaimed.

The waitress looked at me in sympathy and smiled.

"Well, happy birthday there mommy!" The waitress said. Mina went back to coloring, content that all pertinent information had now been conveyed.

It was a great weekend. I pretty much celebrated non stop.

A nice little 10k in the morning..

.

Lunch with the kids at the Swizzle Inn..

Some family golf practice. I need to practice some more. We entered a family tournament with the kids in April. This should be good for a few laughs. I think Jordan's primary motivation is the opportunity to ride around in the golf cart all morning. Ok, maybe that's really my motivation too.

And a very fancy dinner at Fourways at night.

No kids.

Birthday celebrating continued on Sunday. It was time to cash in the spa gift certificate I had received for Christmas. Jeff had wisely taken the advice of a work friend, who recommended the Willow Stream Spa, at the Fairmont Southampton Princess Hotel. The friend I went with was the perfect guide to thoroughly enjoying the day. Normally, I would have just gone to the spa - maybe a little early to relax in the sauna - done my treatments and just gone home.

But clearly, I am a spa newbie. She expertly planned the day to include lunch, hangout time, and even high tea. By the time we were done, it was early evening. We fully trusted the husbands to get the kids fed and bathed. And they did just fine.

View from the lounge of the spa. In between sipping water garnished with fruit, I had an aromatherapy message (love.) and a pedicure. We had lunch by the pool which overlooked the South shore beaches.

After treatments were over, it was definitely time for high tea. This was so much fun. I wish I could do this every weekend. Oh those wee little sandwiches!

And lovely little bites of dessert..

And those tasty little cocktails. Oops. What's that?

Yeah, high tea doesn't normally include a chocolate martini, but we were so far into decadent-ville, I decided I wasn't taking any prisoners now. Might as well jump in all the way. Who cares, I wasn't driving anyway. Yee-haw!

The kids barely noticed I was gone. They dropped me off at the hotel in the morning and took off for the beach and playground with Jeff. Warwick Bay playground is a great place for the young 'uns. From the playground, you can follow a trail down to the beach just below.

And when you're hungry you can hit the North Rock brewing company for some lunch.

It's not hard turning a year older when you have so much fun doing it! Major props to Jeff for minding the kids the whole happy day; and for making birthday weekend such fun.

"In my dreams, I am a Kenyan."

2011-03-23T19:49:00.000-04:00

I ran across the trail, gasping to breathe as the heaviness of the air settled in my lungs. A quick glimpse at the Garmin confirmed that I needed to pick up the pace. The sway of trees brushed a breeze across my forehead. In this humidity, any slight movement in the air counted. A drop of salt slid from from the top of my lip and merged into the hollow of my mouth.

It was 8:30 in the morning. I had dropped the kids off at school; and I was at the Arboretum.

It was my time now. It was time to run.

Two miles into this. I was warmed up. I was psyched. Now it's time for speed work.

100 yards. I prayed a good song would come up on my playlist. Something loud, driving and intense. Something to make me want to strain every muscle in my body till I got to that one crest of the hill where I could do my recovery lap.

"This is where you work," our running coach said. "Mark your pace. This is where your work begins. Only YOU know where you start. Only YOU know where you end. Only YOU know how much better you can be."

Horseshoe Beach. The sandy warm up. Up the crest of the hill, the trails and hills begin.

"I like to run," I explained, to the newish friends I met at the gym. They wondered why I started our workout an hour ahead of them on the treadmill. "I like to run first," I said. "It calms me. It gets me ready for everything else."

"You look like you've been put through the wringer already," she said.

I looked in the mirror. Sweat was pooled in the hollow of my shirt, my face was blotched and red; My hair, pulled back in a pony tail, looked more rat-like than pony-ish. The towel I held in my hand was damp.

"I put in a few miles."

Did I? I did, the machine verified.

That time was lost. Caught between the music and that moment when my breathing became second nature again... I lost track of time.

As I turned off the Ipod, I recalled the words my running coach said.

"Get off the treadmill." She said, and peeled another layer of clothing off her torso to begin stretching her arms. Her body looked Grecian. The lean layers of muscle rippled, fluid-like across her skin.

"The treadmill does NOTHING for you. Get off of it and start running the roads. Put on a pair of sweats while you're at it. Run in the humidity. You need to be prepared for less oxygen. You need to sweat."

I stared at her. This was her response to my question about how to train for high altitude running.

The distance between where she was, and where I stood spanned galaxies. But I keep trying. And even though it feels like a snail's pace. I'm going to keep trying. And I know I'm getting better.

North Shore Road, approaching Flatts. I run this on my long days and pray I don't get hit by a car. This narrow section ahead is where I sprint, just so I can be in the clear and visible to cars approaching. The better I get at this, the more brazen I become on the roads.

"YOU better look out for ME," I think.

"If you don't feel like you're going to throw up you're not running fast enough."

-redheadrunning.

(I think these are Portuguese man of wars. These were snapped by Grandma H on her last visit. However, I've seen these on my beach runs from time to time. They pop, by the way, which is an incredibly sickening sound)

Running in a class has provided some much needed motivation. Apart from learning new trails on the island, I've also gotten the benefit of wisdom from those who have been running a lot longer than I have. AND running a lot better. Most of the women in the class have been running in this class for years. I'm easily the slowest person in the group. They speed past me on the hills and can sprint like they're being chased by the devil.

That's ok. I'm better now than I was when I started running with them in October. And I intend to get better still.

"Don’t waste energy comparing yourself to the next guy/gal/transvestite. Use all of your energy to keep moving forward with your goals. It’s overstated, but true: there will always be someone faster, stronger, thinner, richer, fitter, less constipated whatever. There will also always be someone slower, weaker, fatter, poorer, more out of shape, more constipated. The only way you can truly win is when you exceed your expectations for yourself. However that looks."

Beth from "Shut up and Run." Another inspiration.

So, training continues. The next race is in May. The Bolder Boulder 2011 10k. Last year was the first time I ran it; and I had a blast. This year proves to be even more exciting as it is becoming a real family event. Both my brothers are running it, as is my sister-in-law, Dallice.

Slip and slides, catching tator tots midair, and having post-run recovery meals at Southern Sun are all on my agenda. In addition to a quick six miles. I can't wait!!

Slumping.

2011-03-21T19:49:00.002-04:00

Don't you wear pink ear muffs when you go out to play?

I've been in a bloggy slump lately. It's inevitable, I guess. I've just been feeling tired.

But, we've been busy!

After a week of one kid or the other being sick.. they both made it back to school by Friday. Which was great; because Friday was "Open Day." This involved me coming to school and getting the grand tour by both kids, viewing their work, and of course, buying them snacks from the bake sale.

Yes, some of those snacks included things I baked as well. That's the part I love. I shop for the ingredients, bake 'em AND get to pay for them all over again!

Looking at pics of all the kids from school who ran the Telford Mile.

I loved learning about their work in the classrooms and getting a first hand glimpse into how they spend their mornings. Here, Jordan explains the point system they use in their classroom. This fascinated me to no end because we have a similar concept at work in our home. At home, we have our good and bad days. However at school. Jordan's tally sheet made me do a double-take.

Look at this kid go! (Don't you wonder what's going on with "Somers" though? I think maybe that kid might have moved. I don't recall seeing him any of the times I go in to volunteer.) I'm also proud that Jordan has more checks that "Q-bear" who is, as you might have guessed, a bear. He's some kind of a class mascot. More on him later.

Mina gets a look at "Tuck," the turtle. Here they call him a "terrapin" though.

Her class made a wall size diagram of the playground. The monkey bars were her contribution. Good for her for tackling a drawing project like that! Part of me wondered whether she drew those because of Jordan's love of swinging from them. On a side note - they all call her "Samina" in school, which of course is her proper name. I never use it though. She's always been my little Mina.. or bean.. or Mina-bo-bean. So, I always look surprised when one of her teachers refers to her as "Samina." Today a little classmate of hers corrected me when I arrived at school and called out for her.

"No, Samina's mommy. Her name is SAMINA," she said slowly, in case I had trouble understanding.

I giggled. "Samina's mommy..."

One of the many things I got to lug home Friday was "Q-bear." Yep, there he is. We got to keep him over the weekend and include him in all our adventures. Then "we" get to write up a few pages of what those adventures consisted of and attach pictures to use in the Q-bear journal. The journal came home too. As I looked through the fully illustrated tome of antics that the bear has been on, I mentally sighed. Time to get some new ink for the color printer.

I am nosey enough to actually read some of the entries in the journal. With the exception of ONE, they were all clearly done by the parent. I noted what restaurants the families visited for dinner, for Sunday brunch (that seems to be a big thing here), the different activities the kids did over the weekend. It was the kind of slice of Bermuda life you don't always see from the tour guides. I was sort of glad we had stuff planned for the weekend, so I could force Jordan to drag the bear along and so I could lug my camera along too.

First, there was some scooter riding.

Then some random bear-tossing. This was my favorite activity, hands down.

After a thorough bath in the washing machine, the bear joined us for another busy Saturday.

First, golf.

Then, an awesome Thomas the Train themed birthday party.

Afterwards, some obligatory grocery shopping.

In preparation for the first barbecue of the season on Sunday!

Where we did LOTS of this:

The Assembly

2011-03-12T07:23:00.003-05:00

The note stuck in the school pouch informed me that Jordan's class would soon be putting on an "assembly." The students would be performing a skit; and although they were diligently practicing their lines at school, we should also practice them at home in our spare time. A copy of Jordan's lines were included.

This arrived the day before the February break began. Deep in the midst of packing, I rolled my eyes and stuck the sheet in the "communications" folder I have for all school correspondence. And then I promptly forgot about it.

I did drag it out again after break was over; and broached the subject with Jordan.

"Oh mom..." he whined. "I already KNOW all those lines." He promptly began reciting them in hyperfast chipmunk mode.

Fine.

Yesterday was assembly. I was curious to see 1) what the heck and assembly actually means here; and 2) would Jordan remember his lines?

When I was in grade school, I think we had assemblies. However, they were rarefied events that only involved the students all congregating in the cafeteria where we indoctrinated with lessons relating to fire safety or not talking to strangers. We never congregated to begin the event with a prayer (at least not in public school); nor did we put on productions for our parents at our assemblies. We saved those for drama club.

I guess "assembly" means something different here in BDA. Jordan's class put on a skit involving Joseph and his fabulous coat which he continually grew out of. In the spirit of renew, reuse, and recycle, his crafty grandfather, kept recycling the fabric into ever practical things.

Jordan was a narrator.

He did a wonderful job! And he didn't stumble at all with his lines. I guess he was right. He did already know them. Goes to show you what I know, with all my ridiculous ideas about wanting to practice.

I was very proud of him. While I watched him on stage, I noticed his teacher close by at the bottom of the stage left ready to prompt student with lines if one forgot them. She didn't even look at Jordan. He had his memorized perfectly. Another thing I noticed, that struck me was his timing. There were laughs built into the dialogue, and physical movements characters had to perform prior to him reciting his lines - and he always got the timing right. He watched for the other actors to finish their cues and he waited till there was the right pause in audience reaction before he began speaking. I thought that was fairly sophisticated for a six year old.

Of course, he's always had a bit of the drama queen in him.

It runs in the family.

Scenes from Music Together.

2011-03-08T08:36:00.003-05:00

"She's a happy child," her teacher said.

They make me so proud.

2011-03-06T20:52:00.004-05:00

"I'm going to run the Telford Mile, mama." Jordan announced, several weeks ago.

"Me too!! I'm going to run too!!" Mina chimed in, predictably.

I looked at the two of them, chirping away like magpie twins at the kitchen counter top, and promptly forgot about the whole thing.

And then the forms started coming in from school. The Telford Electic Magic Mile is a yearly event here, held at the Bermuda National Sports Center. The profits from the event are used for children's charities. Kids run at the stadium or at the Bermuda Arboretum Park, depending on the age of the child.

I wasn't sure this was such a great idea, mainly because of Jordan's running history. He wasn't too keen on finishing the first and only race he was ever entered in back in Leonia, he quit the running club here in Bermuda because he thought it was too boring, and for the Telford Mile, he would be required to do two full laps at the stadium. For the uninitiated, that means a half mile.

But he insisted.

Later that week, I ran into the gym teacher at school. She also runs the running club. Maybe it's a cultural thing, but she was less than enthusiastic about Jordan running the race. "He has to run two laps, you know," she informed me, in that clipped accent of hers.

"Oh. Ok." I said.

"Two laps. You should think about that before you decide." She replied.

Personally, I was enraged. As a runner, I felt like my feet would fly off on the spot and like the god Mercury, scream through the air in sparks of fury in response to her cautionary words. I could feel the adrenaline scorching my veins.

But this wasn't my race.

"ok." I said. " We'll think about it."

So, I thought, "Let me take them to the stadium and let them SEE what a lap looks like. After school one day, that's exactly what I did. We drove up to Montpelier Drive, pulled our car up over the road, onto the grass (total illegal move, but a shortcut I've seen MANY people pull during the week when there are no events in session). we walked on to the track and I explained what each of them would be expected to do.

Naturally, they made a game of it, and started chasing each other around the track.

And that's all it took for me. I drove into town on the last day of registration, dropped their forms and money off at the local sports shoe store (because that's apparently what you do here), and $24 later - the kids were registered for the race.

Saturday rolled around, and the kids were off to a busy start. Both had a full morning of activities BEFORE the race. Ballet, cooking class. etc. Jeff and I hustled around between scooter and car, and got the kids to the track in time to pick up their race bibs.

Mina was first, in the four year old girls category.

She kills me. Look at this kid. This is what pure, unadulterated spirit looks like. Want to know what conquering fear looks like? Look at this child's face.

And she's tough too. We had to drop the kids off in a corral area. Some kids her age were crying and didn't want to be left alone. Some were crying at the prospect of running all by themselves. Some seemed scared at the overwhelming scene which this experience was. This wasn't some high school track. This was the National Stadium. It was HUGE! There were loudspeakers shouting announcements, there were crowds of people sitting in the stands; and it felt like pandemonium. Even as an adult, it felt overwhelming.

But my kids were cool as ice. Jordan waited in the stands for his age group to be called. He cheered for Mina and other friends he saw.

Finally, it was Jordan's turn.

Let's be honest. He came in dead last. But that's ok. He finished it. Two laps. A half mile. He ran the whole thing. He didn't stop and whine about how hard it was. He didn't complain or quit. He put one foot in front of the other and he ran the whole thing. There's a whole lot of adults out there who couldn't have done the same thing. Have you ever run a stadium lap? I have. Many times. It's dull as nails. You keep going and it feels like it's never going to end. And that's just one lap. He did two.

And in a nutshell, my kids epitomized what running can be about. One foot in front of the other. Conquer your fear. Finish it.

I was bursting with pride.

For both of them. They just kill me.

And then they ate cupcakes. Obviously.

Vacation Part II. NY & NJ.

2011-02-26T16:06:00.000-05:00

There are many wonderful things about living in Bermuda. You want nice beaches. We got 'em. You want sunshine? Yep, can do. You want decent pizza? Bwah ha ha!!!

How 'bout a slice of chewy, half-baked dough, shaped in a wedge and covered in sugared tomato sauce? There may be some shredded cheese substitute if you're really lucky.

It's pathetic, but all I wanted when we hit stateside was pizza. (and Target ... and world peace). After five days with Grandma, we packed our bags and headed to New Jersey. There, we camped out for two nights to take Jordan to his biopsy at Columbia, visit friends, meet with our realtor to discuss our house, do errands, etc.

And eat pizza.

Our favorite Leonian and fellow mother -in- arms, "Miss Nataliya" graciously welcomed us into her home and ordered from the kid's favorite - Donna's Pizza. I ate three slices. Without breathing. My kids may or may not have eaten. I don't recall. I was too busy swooning. Five months without a decent slice will do that to ya. Of course, the irony is that when we lived in NJ, I wasn't the biggest pizza eater. I could take it or leave it. My vices were more chocolate related. But now that the possibility of decent pizza no longer exists for me; I crave it constantly. There's something to be said about this as far as dieting mentality goes, methinks.

The second food item I was dying for was decent sushi. It's not that Bermuda doesn't have it - there are sushi places. I've heard there are some good ones, actually. But factoring in the cost of paying for a babysitter so I can go out and eat Bermuda sushi, and the actual cost of each particular piece of sushi, and the amount of sushi I like to consume... well, it's cheaper to do it in Manhattan. Which we did.

Lucky the Brooklyn gang was willing to come out and humor me. Big thanks to Gina for setting this up. Big thanks to the staff at the restaurant for not throwing us out after Jeff's behavior. I swear, I thought I left the kids with the babysitter. Apparently not.

Jordan's biopsy was Friday morning. - really early Friday morning. Once again, Miss Nataliya stepped in to babysit Mina so we could take Jordan to the hospital and focus on his care that day. Needless to say, Mina was thrilled to spend the day with her friends, visit her old school, and go arts-and-crafts crazy!

The biopsy went well. Luckily, Jordan was the first patient of the day. He had a little bit of trouble with the anesthesia mask, again. Putting it on and staying calm long enough to go under continues to be a challenge. But, I was really comforted by the head anesthesiologist who laid out a very sensible course to follow during the entire biopsy. Last time, Jordan had some "issues" while under that resulted in him being intubated. Some mucus or secretions built up while he was under and he went into "respiratory distress." This time, they had to decide whether to intubate him from the outset or proceed normally with just the mask. That's the less intrusive procedure. She went with that option. And her reasoning, as she explained it, struck me as remarkably calm and focused. I liked her.

Jordan came out of the biopsy quickly and went into recovery. Because it was only a single ventricle biopsy, he only had to lay in recovery for two extra hours, instead of four. He woke up after a bit; and unlike previous biopsies - he was not nauseous. His first words were a request for juice.

He stayed calm, did not bleed through the bandages, and we were out of there in record time! The results came in and he had zero rejection. That's the best news of all.

We celebrated that evening at an old favorite - Dante's.

We ate. Interesting things...

Oh boy, did we ever.

Can we just pause a minute and contrast the eating styles of my two children? By the forkful = Mina. One flipping strand at a time = Jordan.

After a soul-satisfying Italian meal, don't you want to run screaming for the nearest ice cream store? My kids do. Pasta, bread, butter, and ice cream. I haven't uttered those words in the same sentence in at least 15 years. But my kids can get away with it. For now.

That night, Jeff watched the kids while I enjoyed a night in with the girls. Yay, wine night! Or.. tea night... is how I started actually. The whole crew came out to Nataliya's and it felt like we picked up right where we left off. A good night of gossip, current events (kind of), school politics, book discussions, some wine, some cheese, some chocolate. Wow, I missed those.

By the way, one of the topics centered on the book, "The Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mom," which I immediately went out and downloaded for my Kindle. Read it in two days. Like her or not, it was a fast-paced romp through her crazy, parenting years raising her Chinese-American-Jewish daughters in the traditional "Chinese way" I highly recommend it to all neurotic moms out there who either 1) want to feel better about themselves; or b) need a hefty inspiration for how to make their children do better in life. Or not. I'm not condoning how she raised her kids. I also think she expressed some half-hearted regrets herself if you read the latter half of the book carefully. But, I do think there might be some truth to some of the remarks she makes in her book.

Saturday morning arrived and we had a date with Continental. The kids are pros at going through security, putting their shoes, cuddlies and coats on the x-ray conveyor belt, and walking through the metal detectors. While we waited at our gate, we watched the two of them climb up the windows and watch the planes on the runway below. Suddenly, an announcement made us pause.

We had noticed the area was really crowded. Spring break had arrived and people were heading off to parts unknown. Way too many people, as it turned out. Continental had overbooked our flight and now it was time to pay. The nice lady at the counter started to play, "Let's Make a Deal." And we took it. We gave up our four seats and agreed to stay one more night so we could take the Sunday flight instead.

They provided us with two hotel rooms, a shuttle, dinner and breakfast vouchers, tickets for the next day plus four tickets for ANOTHER vacation to be used at our pleasure during the rest of the year. SCORE!!!!

I love a good deal.

We spent the afternoon in Manhattan watching a movie in Times Square and eating Mexican food at Chevy's with Grandma H and Michael.

I think the movie was good, but I passed out for the first half hour and slept blissfully.

I wasn't too worried because Jordan had a jumbo sized bag of popcorn; and I assumed Jeff was keeping an eye on them. We compared notes later, and he told me he was asleep for the first half too. Great minds think alike.

It was a pretty awesome vacation! We loved just about every minute of it. Hanging out with friends, great eating, great catching up, a successful biopsy and four airline tickets for the future (Tahoe family reunion in August!! Yes!!!) Ahhh... America...

Vacation Tales - Part I

2011-02-23T21:05:00.000-05:00

Over the River and Through the Woods...

Once upon a time, Grandma H. ventured into the woods and came upon a house in the country. After seeing herds of deer trot lightly across the backyard, she was instantly sold. This is what happens when city folk venture north of the Tappen Zee. Crazy encounters with wildlife get them itching to buy real estate.

Just kidding. The house in the Poconos is now serving as a great vacation away from our home in Bermuda. Since the kids do nothing in school but enjoy one break after another, we decided to enjoy their week off in a winter wonderland. We also had to throw a biopsy for Jordan in there too, but more on that later. Big thanks to Grandma H and Michael for hosting our gang and making the vacation so much fun.

Of course, we first had to figure out how to get the car down the driveway.

Ah.. look! A man with a shovel!

Just when we thought "we" were done with snow forever. Bwah ha ha!!

I particularly enjoyed these pictures. Of course, I had to work quickly because I didn't want the change in temperatures or condensation to adversely affect the lens of my Nikon D90. (bwah ha ha!!) But like a good documentarian, I thought it necessary to capture the moment when my shorts-lovin', cycle-ridin, new Bermudian resident donned his boots and parka and hit the white stuff again. Look how cute he looks all manly like this with a shovel and determined look on his face. It's like being back in college in Binghamton! Snow, boots, and rosy red cheeks.

Speaking of rosy cheeks - look at this guy. Our munchkins look much happier than their dad. Being kids, they are impervious to the cold.

I know Mina is buried in there somewhere. Possibly under the fur cuff.

What happens in Grandma's house, stays in Grandma's house. That includes episodes when the baking fever drives Grandma and grandkids to produce both cupcakes AND cookies in the same day.

Oh those cookies are good. They really, really are. Having eaten at least twenty of them myself, I speak from experience. Conveniently, Grandma's home is a developed community located on a beautiful three-plus mile loop. I spent some serious time out there running those cookies (and lobster, and wine, and chocolate, etc) off. It was a blast. The air was crisp and clean. Without the humidity (or the trails, or sand, or heat) running was a lot easier. I did have to watch out a bit for ice, but you can't have it all.

Ever heard of something called "Penguin Sledding?" Me neither. But my kids made it up and it's a cheap winter sport. Just find a hill and throw yourself down it belly first. But don't come crying to me if you bang your chin up or there's blood on you somewhere.

Yeah, you either.

The trip to Grandma's coincided with Valentine's Day. Jeff's present to me was a night away in a local resort. My present to him was not bankrupting us on the way to said resort. I sort of tried to restrain myself, but it was hard given that we passed the Crossings Outlet Mall on the way. The porter counted our bags and told me I had just set the record for the year. I wasn't that impressed since it's only February.

For the record, I know it looks crazy, but I have to put it in context. Most of the bags are Jeff's anyway.

The next day, we returned to the homestead. The kids looked up for a minute from their sugar frenzy; and we headed out for the next adventure - skiing!! Take a look at that sign above the door. That's the kind of sign I like to see.

And this is our reaction.

The kids spent three hours in the "Snow Monsters" ski school at Jack Frost Mountain. We watched them in the comfort of the lodge. Through the glass windows, we laughed at them trudging through the snow, up the "magic carpet" conveyor belt, and then wedge themselves down the little baby hills.

So cute!!!

Look at this little guy. He did so good!! He took to it right away. Once he got the hang of it, he did the typical guy thing and tackled the hills straight down.

This one, I'm not so sure about. But she does know how to pose.

Then they took them on the ski lift; and I lost a few more years off my life. That girl sitting next to Jordan is only six as well. Nothing like letting the blind lead the blind. Notice the bar isn't even down. This is the end of the lift, so you can't really appreciate the height it went to coming UP the hill. The thought of Jordan hanging up there with nothing but own wits to protect him, oh Lord...

Turns out, they did just fine.

Thankfully someone in a position of authority realized that Mina might need some help.

Kidding aside, it was seriously awesome watching these two learn to ski. Having learned relatively late in my own life, I'm glad these two are getting an earlier exposure to it. Like other parents who're crazy enough to let their tots do it, we all agree that little kids have less of a distance to fall when they topple over.

Watching the kids have so much fun prompted Jeff and I to rent some skis the next day and give it a go too. The weather was gorgeous! Warm (I was sweating in that puffy jacket and hat), barely a breeze, and perfect for an afternoon of skiing down nice, gentle slopes. Jeff dragged me to a couple intermediate ones, and much to my surprise, I did not kill myself. Or him. I guess growing up in upstate NY has its advantages. If you don't ski in the winter, what the heck else are you going to do with yourself?

And then the kids wanted to go with us. Jordan went with Jeff.

And Mina went with me. And then I realized that she hadn't learned a darn thing in class and mid-slope, she decided she couldn't make it down the hill. Argh!

me: Mina!! We can't climb back up the hill!! Didn't they teach you how to make a wedge? Come on, just hold my pole. We'll take nice big turns and go slow.

Mina: (sniffling) Mommy!!! I want to go back!! I want to go on the lift!

Me: Mina, we can't go on the lift till we get to the BOTTOM of the hill. The lift takes us back to the top of the hill. We have to ski to the bottom.

repeat conversation a few more times. I begin to feel myself slip from my parallel position on my skis and start to move backward...

Thankfully, Jeff and Jordan came shushing by. We switched kids, and I went down with Jordan. Or I should say, I tried to slow Jordan down while he desperately tried to snowplow his way down the bunny slope.

(more to come.)

Stand in

2011-02-22T19:58:00.002-05:00

We're back from vacation and I have loads of pictures to share. But since it will take me forever to finally post all that, I'm using this pic as a fill-in. Although I don't handle editorial commentary well, for her I will make an exception because she kindly asked that I please...pretty-please... change the picture of the dead cockroach. It was too much to keep looking at.

I agree.

More to come.

I spoke too soon.

2011-02-08T17:41:00.002-05:00

Just this week I was bragging because I had yet to see a flying cockroach in the house.

Want to know what's up there in the air grate in the bathroom!??!!??!

Want to know how many years of my life were lost when I spotted that thing up there?

There's my man. Look at what he's armed with.

Crazy kids.

2011-02-06T19:34:00.005-05:00

Crazy face:

Mina came home from a birthday party this afternoon with this face. Notwithstanding the face... the birthday party was a DROP OFF!!! Holy moly, Batman!!! WE HAVE ARRIVED!!! They start the drop off routine earlier here in BDA!!! YES!!!!

Crazy valentines:

I am just loving this website. It's called "Pink and Green Mama." This mom has some great crafty ideas. Since we have no Target to buy cheap Valentine trinkets, I am borrowing her cool idea for recycling crayon bits into Valentine hearts to distribute.

Now, I just have to make another thirty or so and "we'll" be all set.

Crazy kid:

While Mina was partying, Jordan and I took a walk/ride on the wild side.

That crazy screeching in the background is not me. It's a bird. The Great Kiskadee of Bermuda!

MIA. Hi there!

2011-02-05T19:59:00.010-05:00

In other news, Jordan came home on Friday with his school portrait. Behold! The missing Beatle.

I just love this. This is Jordan in all his shaggy glory. But, wow. When did he get so big? Looking at this picture too long, almost makes me see the teenager he is going to become.

((( Shudder)))

He's not allowed to grow up so fast. Especially if growing up means suddenly expressing your opinion all over the place.

Exhibit A:
This is what happens when your child learns how to write. This is Jordan's hate filled screed dedicated to me. His mom. The one that gave birth to him. The one that labored through hours of nausea and dry heaves. The one that lay by his bedside sobbing in tears and praying while he was on ECMO. The one that went on national television television and relived every agonizing detail of his story so that people would know that real people's lives were affected by organ donation. The one who's picture was splashed across the major newspapers of NYC. The one that stood at the alter in St. Patrick's Cathedral, choking back sobs before the entire audience, to publicly thank the mom - Nikki and her angel - Breanna - who gave you another chance at life.

Me.

The one that carried you for 42 weeks and has sweated every single decision I've ever made with respect to your care. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.

He wrote:

"Dear Mom I hate you soooo much 'cause you're so mean You're one of the meanest mommies ever."

The backdrop was a time out. That came about because he literally screamed at me in protest when I had the audacity to suggest he pick up his toys before running out the door to play. Following the screaming, I put him into time out without the usual warnings. Once the time out was over, we sat down together and talked about why he had been punished and why screaming in this situation was a bad idea. I thought I was clear. I thought he understood. He nodded and then went downstairs to the art table and went ahead and penned his "card." He handed it to me very politely, then went outside to play.

I, of course, burst into tears

Sometimes, I just don't know what it is I'm doing as a mom. There are so many times when I find myself thinking that no matter what, I just can't win. When I was working full-time, the kids used to complain because I wasn't in school volunteering at parties or being the class mom. Jordan used to cry and say, "you never come on field trips with us!" I used to look at pictures of the kids from school on those trips and cringe when I saw a teacher holding their hands, instead of me.

Yet on the other hand, now that I'm a full time stay at home mom, I get comments from the kids saying, "You don't work. You don't have a job. You stay home all day."

Damned if you do. Damned if you don't. I have no answers to this. No one does. It's the eternal mothering dilemma. I've been on both sides of the equation, and it doesn't matter. One way or the other, as a mom, you will never feel like you've won on this issue. There are times I miss working. And there are countless other times when I am so glad that I have the privilege of being home with them now, getting involved in their schools, and helping them the best way I can.

Moms just can't win.

The best we can hope to do is keep trying to do our best.

"All I knew how to do was keep on keepin on..." said one of my favorite songsters.

Exhibit B: Why I think Jeff is the best father ever.

Jeff knew how upset I was about Jordan's note. He asked me if I had talked to him about it, and I said that I hadn't. When Jordan handed me the note, all I did was say thank you. "I'm glad you wrote down how you feel." But that evening, I was pretty much holding back tears. In the morning, after fixing him his breakfast, Jeff must have sat down with Jordan and spoke to him about what happened. While I was out on my run, Jordan worked on a new card. And when I read it, I burst into tears again.

"Mommy I love you I'm sorry love Jordan."

Sigh.. Do I have the best guys or what?

Despite being in Bermuda, arguably one of the most beautiful places ever, the quotidian details of our life still have to be managed. Among them, basic childhood development.

A few weeks back, we were in the "dollar" store getting some miscellaneous item. Both kids were with me. Don't ask me why. Miss Mina saw some toy that she decided she absolutely, positively, must have right then and there.

I said no.

Why?

Well... "No," because ABSOLUTELY nothing in the "dollar" store in Bermuda is actually a dollar. That's kind of why I have those parenthetical quotes around the word.

And two - there was no reason the child needed another toy. She had just been graced with a grandparent visit that included lots of toys. We just had Christmas with lots of toys. We're still getting Christmas packages trickling in with, let me repeat, LOTS of toys.

So, I passed on the opportunity to spend $30 on a Barbie at the "Dollar" store.

When we got home, I suggested a new approach to the toy situation. "Let's earn them!" I said cheerfully! We carefully discussed a point system for earning toys. 10 points for an "itty-bitty" toy; 20 for a medium one; 30 for "BIG TOY." I would be the ultimate arbitrator of determining size of toys. I gave them ball park estimates based on toys they already own. I also warned them that BAD behavior would result in points being taken away.

With steadfast determination, Miss Mina earned her points. Each day, she did the small tasks without muster or fail. She's a smartie though. She's made a point of reminding me that certain things are worthy of a "tick." (There's that Brit talk again. We used to call them check-marks)

But, as of Friday, she earned her thirty points. We went back to the dollar store and she purchased her own "big toy." It was a golf set that consisted of two plastic clubs, two plastic golf balls, and three putting markers.

What I loved best was her joy in sharing the toy with her big brother. She happily handed him a club too - so they could play together.

She just kills me.

All the golf practice came in handy. We hit the miniature golf circuit this weekend. Despite the rain.

Fishing the ball out of the obstacles became more exciting than the game itself, methinks.

Forced family shot.

So, life in Bermuda continues to be pretty darn good. I have thankfully avoided shovelling snow for the foreseeable future. This fact alone confirms my belief that there is a God. I can still remember last February when I was shovelling two feet of snow in my driveway, navigating minivan road slides on Christie Street, and cursing nature for the never-ending white blanket that was around me.

I remember praying that I would be happy if I never saw snow again in my life.

Thanks, God. We are truly blessed.

Back to reality... with the good, there's the icky. No snow.. but rain or shine - these things are always crawling up and down the outside of our house.

I hear they're good with a little garlic and butter.

There's flying cockroaches too. I haven't seen any in the house yet, but when I walk Oscar I see them squished on the street. They are ENORMOUS. Bigger than any NYC cockroach I have ever seen.

(((shudder)))

The power of words.

2011-01-27T13:21:00.004-05:00

For a book nerd like myself, it's pretty exciting to watch your kid learn to read and write. I admit it, I get a thrill when Jordan picks up a book. There are times, I actually catch him in his room reading (gasp!) He started out this year with a good grasp on basic sight words; and after lots of practice with the "Bob books" series, he was pretty comfortable with basic kid books. Since September, he's come along quite well; and I think the curriculum at his school is providing a good challenge for him both in and out of the classroom.

One of the things I'm doing this semester is volunteering in his classroom weekly for "literacy time." This is when parents come in and spend a half hour listening to several students in the class read to them one-on-one. Number one, it's incredibly cool watching your kid's face light up when he sees you walk into the classroom. (It sure beats the looks I get from him on a routine basis at home.)

Secondly, listening to him and other kids read is instructional for me as a parent. There's such a spectrum regarding the reading ability of kids at this age. Not only do I get to see how other kids read; I'm also reminded of basic Parenting 101. That is - other kids also don't pay attention, fiddle on their chairs, get distracted by things that catch their eye, ask you a millions of questions about anything and everything; and don't always follow instructions the way you'd like them to.

Jordan's manual above - "My Own Cookie Book" came home one afternoon.

This is one cookie recipe I'd like to borrow.

Here's the step-by-step guide:

Translated:

1. Get the ingredients
2. Melt the butter.
3. Crack 2 eggs
4. Pour in cookie mix.
5. Stir.
6. Put them in the pan.
7. Put them in the oven.
8. Eat them.

Obviously, number 8 is my favorite. Look out Martha Stewart!

These are not the cookies you were looking for. Move along.

Sorry. Dumb Star Wars humor. I can't help it, I'm surrounded by it lately.

These are Snickerdoodles, which I make occasionally because doing so satisfies my burning desire to bake without tempting me down the path of evil. Since I don't crave them, I don't eat them. See how that works? They are very good though if basic sugar cookies enveloped in cinnamon and drowning in butter is your kinda thing.

And for some of us, it is.

Words can be enjoyed. They can also be healing. I think.

This is a letter of apology, err "card" made by a student in Jordan's class. He was apologizing for pushing Jordan during recess and causing him to fall on the concrete and scrape his arm. Jordan told me about it that afternoon; and my initial reaction to it was to brush it off as basic playground scrapes. Nothing to worry about.

In hindsight, I wish I hadn't taken such a dismissive tone with Jordan. It came back to haunt me. Jordan mentioned the scab in conversation several times, mentioned the name of the child responsible, mentioned not liking him, mentioned not wanting him to come to his birthday party, etc.

Finally, he caught my attention one night. While playing with Mina, some trouble ensued. Jordan pushed her. She fell. She cried. I pulled him aside and said, "we don't hit. We just do not do that in this house." I was calm, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. But Jordan reacted very strongly.

Holding up his arm, with the scab still visible, he shouted, "Why is it ok to push me? Look!! Here!"

And I was speechless.

I thought about it for awhile. I had already had an appointment scheduled with his teacher to talk about other matters, but I thought this should take precedence. So, I sent her an email and asked that we talk about this incident as well, apologizing because it had occurred over a week prior.

The meeting was ok. I wasn't thrilled with it. But I did appreciate her encouragement in bringing it to her attention so that further steps could be taken down the road, if necessary. I mean, look - the kid who did it is 5, maybe 6. It's too early to start labelling kids "bully" or whatever. But, there has to be some way of speaking to a teacher about a kid who has hurt your son. And that was the bottom line for me. Yet, it felt a bit like the teacher defended the child who pushed Jordan, in that she said she spoke to him about it and he "didn't remember" anything about it. Also, since no one else witnessed it, there wasn't much she could say to him about it.

I got a little bit frustrated at that point. Apart from the scab, all the proof I had, was Jordan's own word. And his reaction. And his repeated insistence on who was responsible. I explained that. I also said that I wasn't happy with the way she expected Jordan to bare the responsibility at all times for telling the teacher if someone hurts him. I think at this age, there needs to be a little more supervision of the playground.

But I agreed that going forward, I would make it very clear to Jordan that he needed to say something to someone that day. Of course, he did say something - to me; and I dismissed it. And I told the teacher that. To her credit, she did finally mention that this child has had one other incident involving another student. But he's also been a victim of similar behavior by others. So she will take note of this for the future.

I was glad to see the note from the student in Jordan's school pouch. He hasn't mentioned his name since then. I hope that's the end of it.

Six years old. Six years - post heart transplant.

2011-01-26T20:08:00.000-05:00

Six years ago today, Jordan had a heart transplant. He was eight days old. Long before he said his first word, before he took his first step, or even his first bite of food - he faced the biggest challenge anyone could ever face - survival.

So much of those early days now feels like a blur. The doctors walking into the hospital room to tell us there was something wrong with his heart, the agonizing hours spent in the waiting room wondering what would happen next, the prayers said by Jordan's bedside while he lay hooked up to a heart-lung bypass machine. I can recall my tears, those endless tears. Yet, even then ; I remember how much I hoped.

Hope is a strange, ephemeral thing. It burst upon me at the oddest times. Often, when I sat by Jordan's bedside, I felt a surge of hope that almost illuminated his face. Sometimes, I would sit alone, in the hospital's lactation room, and cry. It was one of the few places I could hide. Even there I felt hope. Every time I retrieved a small milk bottle to store for future use, I believed it would not go to waste. I hoped.

My memories fade, but I will never, ever forget the moment we received the phone call.

THAT phone call.

The one which reminded us to believe that where hope exists, miracles will happen. The phone call was from Jordan's cardiac team doctor. She simply said, "We have a heart."

That was six years ago.

Jordan was eight days old.

Today. Jordan at six years old.

Miracles happen, but not in a vacuum. Without the heart angels who blessed our path, our story might have been a very different one. Jordan survived because someone made the decision to donate her baby's heart. Every day, others face that same choice. Some choose to say yes. Some aren't even aware of the option.

Donate life. The gift you give transcends a lifetime.

Thank you Nikki. Thank you Breanna.

Forever.

Painful withdrawal.

2011-01-23T22:31:00.001-05:00

Good things about Bermuda:

1. Beaches

2. No snow

Bad things about Bermuda:

1. Without the Internet, we may as well be some island in the middle of the Atlantic... oh... wait.

Don't ask me why I have a picture of Bermuda's feral chickens to illustrate this point. Except that it reflects the reality that when the internet goes, it feels like there's nothing separating us from third world countries with wild chickens running around the roads. Lots of them have good weather too. And no snow.

That's all I have to say. (No one wants to hear me complain about living in Bermuda.)

Internet was missing for an insufferable amount of time; during which I was forced to interact with my husband and children. It's a miracle we're all still alive today. On the plus side, it's amazing how much you can get done when you aren't reading OMG on yahoo.

Let's play catch up.

Jordan turned six.

I don't even know where to begin. He's six years old! He can read, he loves art and numbers and "rockish" bands. He races across the playground and swings from the monkey bars faster than I can breathe. He wakes up at the crack of dawn, and checks his alarm clock to make sure he can leave his room. Except when he doesn't and stomps into ours at 5:00 in the morning. Without fail, he wants french toast for breakfast and peanut butter and jelly for lunch. His favorite food is ice cream, but not just any ice cream. He takes his dessert seriously. He'll ask for an "ice cream parfait" which means ice cream, some form of cake/cupcake, chocolate sauce, and sprinkles. If he didn't weigh 40 pounds, I'd be slightly worried about his love of sweets, but for whatever reason - this diet works for him.

He can be the sweetest little boy in the world - when he shares his toys with Mina, or when his face lights up as you praise one of his many artistic creations. He can sneak downstairs in the morning, open up a box of leggos and build himself a star wars mini space cruiser, without any help. Of course, he does this at the aforementioned 5:00 in the morning. And then he'll bring it up to our room to show us....

He has his moments. Oh, he's got lots of them. But in spite of them all, he amazes me. And I cannot believe six years have gone by as quickly as they have.

Moving on, we also entertained our first visitors.

And my favorite: "Don't kill me! I'm your friend!"

It's a bit more of a challenge hosting here in BDA. We're also still learning the island ourselves. But I think our first visitors had fun. Travelling in January can be a dicey experience. Luckily, we were blessed with lots of sunshine and balmy temperatures for most of the visit! I'll take that, even without the internet.

Tee time.

2011-01-09T18:53:00.002-05:00

January in Bermuda. We headed out to the driving range to give the kids a taste of golf of a non-Wii variety.

I think they enjoyed it. Or holding the club and whacking the heck out of something.

Some professional pointers.

And a nice time was had by all.

Fish Tales.

2011-01-06T12:13:00.003-05:00

We wrapped up our holiday break (did I mention it was three WEEKS long?) with a trip to the Bermuda Aquarium. Both Jordan and Mina have been there with their respective school classes, so they were excited to show me around.

Jordan's first stop - the shark tank. Uh. I had to repress the involuntary shudder when I saw this guy. I think I watched Jaws too many times as a kid. Just thinking about this thing slithering around in that tank paralyzes me.

Look how brave they are.

Look at that crazy person back there taking pictures. Doesn't she realize all the beauty of nature surrounding her right there in that deep water tank? Can't she just stop and smell the roses without having to take a picture of every single thing? Jeesh..

This is more my speed. Ahh.. look how pretty!

The Bermuda Aquarium is also a zoo - these are scarlet ibis. The picture is totally unedited. Can you believe their coloring? That poor little white one in the back looks jealous.

And there's also a small playground in the complex as well. Score!

Wildlife on display.

The kids and I had a great time at the Aquarium and they have a very reasonable family pass for the year. So I signed up for that. I intend to get lots of mileage out of that one.

So, I had to contrast the fish fun we had on Saturday, with the disastrous fish eating experience of last night. Yeah, I took pictures of the whole, weeping mess. It was the only way to maintain my sanity.

Behold - tilapia!

If for some reason you haven't tried tilapia, it's just about the mildest, least offensive, least fishy smelling like fish you could ever encounter. You might as well call it a piece of white bread. Kind of like the white bread Jordan uses to hide all the food that makes its way onto his plate.

I'm not entirely sure why tears need to be involved. He's not related to you, after all. Oh, and guess what? You've eaten it before many times and barely noticed. Remember? And it's not a far cry from the frozen fish sticks you happily munch on every week.

Do any of you have kids out there that bask in the attention of being the "good" kid? Mina's got it down to a science. When she sees Jordan pull his "I'm not eating" card, she goes the other way.

"Look at me mom! I ate it!"

Right. And there's nothing hiding under that slice of bread over there.

Maybe he's aspiring to be vegetarian. All I know is, I am storing these pictures as ammunition. One day, little man... they will make a reappearance.

Welcome 2011!

2011-01-02T21:23:00.005-05:00

The kids (and us) survived their first New Year's Eve party. I wondered whether taking them out at night would work out, given they are usually in bed by 8:00 pm on a regular basis. But, surprise, surprise - they did just fine. It helped that there was a whole posse of other kids at the party to keep them entertained. There were a lot of desserts. Oh, and I think we left by 10:30 anyway.

That worked out just fine for me too. I can't remember the last time I stayed out till midnight anyway.

And to put aside all doubts about it, this picture confirms that I have now officially joined the ranks of shlumpadink moms out there. Look, it even says it on my t-shirt. Oy.

I'm not crazy about the picture, but it captured a great moment. We took this picture on New Year's Day in the afternoon at John Smith's Bay beach. It was divine. The sun was shining. The air was balmy. And after kicking around a soccer ball on the beach for a bit, we lounged about on the beach towel snacking and watching the ocean. This might be my new favorite way of welcoming in the new year. Moments like this remind me of why we moved to Bermuda. When the weather cooperates, there's just nothing like it. I could sit and stare at those ocean waves for hours, letting the tranquility of the beach soak into my bones and take the craziness away.

Thankfully, the weather has continued to cooperate. This morning we headed out to the park and took a detour along a stretch of the Bermuda Railway Trail near Shelly Bay.

This is a great stretch of the trail that runs along the turquoise water. I love it.

From our house, it's about two miles to get to this stretch. Or you could just drive there.

And enjoy the view.

Little Monkeys' year in review - 2010

2010-12-31T16:00:00.000-05:00

In a couple of hours, we're taking the kids to a New Year's Eve Party (at night). No doubt, this will be yet another unmitigated disaster to add to our ever-growing pantheon of bad child raising decisions. But, I comfort myself by the knowledge that at least we'll have lots of good stories to tell their significant others when they are older.

The Barefoot Contessa mac and cheese is about to go in the oven, the short ribs are coated in saucy/meaty goodness; and there's even some peanut butter blossoms to bring along for the heck of it. Maybe the food will help them forget about the kids.

Without further ado, the year in review.

January 2010 - five year anniversary post transplant and Jordan's 5th birthday.

February 2010 - the worst series of blizzards I've ever had to deal with. Solo. Jeff is still hearing me complain about this. But, while he tunes me out, someone higher up there was listening to me. Ain't no snow in my neighborhood anymore, thank you very much.

March 2010 - I turned 30 something and looked back fondly on YOUTH, personified. Hi Jason!

April 2010 - Jeff and I took our first vacation ever away from the kids. Grandma H watched them like a hawk.

May 2010 - Bolder Boulder! My first 10k race. Look how smiley I am! Must be that crazy altitude.

June 2010 - Jordan graduates from kindergarten, and I manage to destroy several forests worth of kleenex during the ceremony.

July 2010 - Miss Mina turns four, and we decide we're moving to Bermuda. Not exactly in that order.

August 2010 - wrapping things up. Last day of short lived "return to work," and lots celebrating with friends.

September 2010 - House hunting in BDA and the big move.

October 2010 - Welcoming the container with our furniture; and adjusting to life on the rock.

November 2010 - a double dose of Thanksgiving; and a very fun trip back to the US.

December 2010 - Our first Bermudian Christmas. The good, the bad and the ugly.

And the rest of this is totally random because I felt like it.

We aren't the only ones crazy enough to run off to another country:

moving to Paris for a year Oh happy news.

Just because:

wall of teapots from bluepoolroad

And this is the car we drive. I did not know this until after we purchased the car. After I got over my initial mortification, I have since learned to embrace the "mood speakers" which thump ominously on the bass.

This cracked me up.

Warning:

profanity alert for those of you letting your children read this blog.

Steak:

The Recipe.

metrodad, quoting Alex Balk.

Go to the goddamn grocery and get a steak. Yes, the grocery. A little ammonia is not going to kill you. You want to be all fancy and grass-fed and environmentally conscious, go ahead, I don't give a shit, just get a fucking steak. Ribeye is good. And, yes, bone-in. Schmuck. Take the steak home. Get a big-ass frying pan and put the shit on the stove, cranking the heat up as far as that fucker will go. Take a shitload of salt—rocksalt, none of that fine-grained crap here—and toss it around the bottom of the pan. When the pan is hot as all fuck—it should scorch the shit out of your finger if you're stupid enough to touch it—put the fucking steak on there. You can crack some pepper on the top of the steak as the bottom is searing, but don't even talk to me about garlic or onion powder or COMPOUND FUCKING BUTTER, asshole. This is steak, all you fucking need is salt and pepper. After a bit (3 minutes for pink, 5 for cooked good), flip that shit over and do the same fucking thing you just did with the other side. When you're done, sling that shit on a plate. Beringer's 1996 Cabernet Sauvignon Napa Valley Private Reserve makes an absolutely delightful accompaniment, particularly if you've taken care to let it breathe a bit before quaffing. Also, make some fucking potatoes, because that's what you eat with a fucking steak. God, sometimes I just want to smack the shit out of you.

My last bad pic of 2010

Happy New Year everyone! May the road rise to meet you in 2011.

Christmas catch-up.

2010-12-30T11:49:00.002-05:00

Our first Bermudian Christmas was a bit of a disappointment, unfortunately. While we enjoyed the presents and extra-special parcels from family abroad, both kids were too sick to actually enjoy the day itself. Both of them managed to pick up a nasty stomach virus, which was the gift that kept giving.

All week long.

In between throwing up and trips to the bathroom, the kids tried to rouse themselves long enough to open some presents.

Poor Bean. She was trying so hard to look excited, but I think the look on her face here just says it all.

Jordan caught the bug too, but oddly enough, he didn't seem to be in as bad shape as Mina was. Granted, he had his share of barfing episodes, but he bounced back quicker than Mina did. I'm always amazed by that, given the immunosuppressants he takes for his heart. There are times when he even avoids getting sick at all.

Present-opening wore them both out very quickly. Mina on her beloved pillow pet. I managed to snag the last purple unicorn in the store.

Jordan made it to the couch and remained there for most of the day.

The next day, he perked up enough to play with his wonder wand. I saw this toy advertised on tv once, and was pretty psyched to see them here in Bermuda at the "Dollar Store." Don't be fooled by the name of the store though. I can assure you, there is nothing in there that is a dollar. I think something got lost in translation with that one.

Taking pictures of him with the wonder wand was a fun experiment. A year later, I am STILL trying to understand all the different features of my camera and how to move beyond the basic point and shoot of the auto mode. I've been reading up online with various Nikon D90 photo blogs, but if anyone has a site they recommend, please pass it along. Here, I'm playing with the focus mode in auto and continuous. With kids, they recommend continuous because of the rapid shifts in movement they make.

Jeff liked the toy too.

Finally, today, the kids seemed back to normal. Just about a week later, I'd say. We made it to the park this morning and are planning a movie in the afternoon. Hopefully, we can avoid too many illnesses in the future. This one was a doozy.

New Year's Eve plans this year included a surprise invite today to a party that includes the kids. This is a rare treat. I honestly can't remember the last time we went out for New Year's. I suspect the kids won't make it till midnight. I'm sure Jordan will grace us with some memorable line in the middle of the party, such as "Why am I still awake?" Or, "What are you all STILL doing here?" But we'll give it a shot and see what happens. We're just crazy adventurous like that.

Happy New Year everyone! I hope 2011 brings you all health, happiness and good luck!

Christmas cookies. And other stuff.

2010-12-20T22:03:00.008-05:00

What I really want.

now.

mint chocolate grasshopper brownies

What I made instead.

because it's easier.

And has peanut butter.

and chocolate.

School is out for the season, and we're trying to keep the kids amused. We dragged them to a local production of that holiday treat - "The Nutcracker." Only this one was "Nutcracker Spectacular." Which, I learned later meant - not really the Nutcracker at all.

But that's ok. The kids sat still. Which, translated means - "They enjoyed it very much!"

Recreating the performance:

Quotidian bits - Dressing in Bermuda: Unlike Mina, some of us can't get away with wearing a pink Christmas dress with faux fur trim all season long. I'm still trying to figure out how to best dress for the weather here in December. Some days it's warm enough that I have left the house in shorts. But that's getting rarer. More often than not, I'm sporting some version of this:

Sartorialist capture

This is pretty much my go-to outfit these days. Jeans. sweater. Scarf. clogs. Of course, I probably weigh about thirty pounds more than this young filly, and can never remember to wear my rockin signature ring... but take a look at the site. Seems like people thought this was a cute look! I knew I had something here.

Mental note - must find signature oversize ring and glue cellphone to head to achieve perfect fashion capture.

But why am I dressed this warm? Isn't it sunny and tropical here?

No.

Not always. Bermuda is certainly warmer than New Jersey, this time of the year. But unlike the Caribbean countries further south, it gets kinda cold.

It's been raining a lot and the temperatures have dropped. The combined damp and chill really sinks into your bones. I've been wearing scarves, fleece, sweaters and hats.

Jeff, on the other hand, continues to wear shorts and polo shirts in open defiance of nature.

While he does his arts and crafts in the warm kitchen, flanked by oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies.

ta-da!

Storm trooper snowflakes!

Why I'm dressing warm:

40 mph winds.

View of Bailey's Bay

Anyway, no need to cry me any rivers. I'll take the rain and winds any day over snow, thank you very much.

Yeah, this was my view last winter. That was fun. Someone up there was listening to me all those days I spent shovelling snow off the driveway, sidewalk and car. I swore I would be happy if I never had to see snow again. Life sure works out strange sometimes doesn't it?

The rain and winds settled down enough today that I could take Oscar for a walk. Here's one of our favorite paths, along Bermuda's Railway Trail.

This is a gorgeous view. The spray was pretty high today from the winds which made me worry about my camera and getting the salt off the lens. That, and Oscar was getting blown backwards.

The Railway Trail once was an actual train and tracks that ran the span of most of the Island. It fell into disuse though. But it's maintained now as a walking route. Except when it ends - as here.

These are concrete pylons of sorts that span Bailey's Bay.

I like running portions of the Trail for the view and also because it gets me off the roads where the drivers are. In our neck of the island, running this portion of the trail has brought me through "Coney Island Park." I think that's kind of ironic given our Brooklyn roots. One of these days I am going to bring the camera with me so I can take pictures of more of the chickens that seem to have taken over the park. As well as the sign which boldly reads, "Please don't feed the feral chickens."

Did you ever think you'd read the words "feral" and "chicken" in the same sentence? Sometimes I think my life has gotten very weird.

Snowflakes in Bermuda

2010-12-16T16:46:00.003-05:00

Just because you've moved to Bermuda doesn't mean you forget your love of all things papery, glittery or scissor-y.

Oh yeah. Can't forget the glitter. The kids have been getting cards at school from their friends. Yesterday, they both came home with a burning desire to make some too. Now this is fine and dandy, and yay for hand-made snail mail. However, the school has this quirky little rule that mandates that any card distributed in school must be made available to each child in the class.

You want to send out cards? All twenty one kids get one. It's all or nothing, baby.

I told Jordan this; and warned him that this would involve a lot of time.

And a lot of glitter.

They got right down to it.

Thank God for Mina. She's a pragmatist. She decided she only wanted to make cards for her two teachers instead.

With bunny ears.

Glittering went on throughout dinner prep time and plating. In between cutting, roasting and steaming, I laid each hand-made card on the art table to dry. And wiped glitter off of every surface that sparkled. Clean as you go, I learned a long time ago.

The best part? He forgot to bring the cards to school today.

Today, they came home and decided they wanted MORE. More crafts.

"Mommy, where's the glitter?" Mina asked.

Uh.. no.

Not after I spent a good chunk of the evening cleaning up, sweeping and mopping the floor. Sorry. Even I have my crafting limits.

"Let's do something else," I suggested. "Let's make snowflakes!"

I showed Jordan the basic folding strategy, and he was off.

Yep, he sure was.

We began hanging some across the doorway entrance to the kitchen. It's a good thing none of us are that tall.

It's an easy project. Here's a simple tutorial: education.com

School Christmas Parties 2010

2010-12-15T15:39:00.004-05:00

Both kids had their parties today; and I made the rounds. Different times, of course. But, it's good thing the school is roughly equidistant from home and Hamilton, so in between parties, I got other things done.

Happily, I noticed that the party was significantly more low-key than school functions we used to attend back in the states. There was more a focus on activities than on sweets and treats, which was nice. I manned the play doh station at Mina's class, where we worked on shaping lots of cookies. And pizza. And "mommy and daddy snowmen." (that was coined by one of the little girls at the table, which I thought was very cute. I had fun meeting some of Mina's friends. The lot of them are a seriously adorable bunch. Four is a nice age. God bless her teachers though. Whew, those kids have some energy. An hour into it and I was ready for a nap.

At "fruit time" I was gently asked to leave because a drama appeared to be brewing at Mina's table. I was informed this drama occurs daily and involves a set of four, close knit friends who fight over who gets to sit next to Mina (bwah!! I need to enroll in her "how to win friends and influence people class. I'm sure I could learn something). I was informed that my being there might make it worse. In my typically sensitive fashion, I laughed out loud. But agreed that it was time to leave. And of course, that set Mina off into a sobbing round of tears.

Later that morning, I stopped by Jordan's class as they were finishing lunch.

Yes, those are antlers on his head.

This kid cracks me up.

On the ride home, we talked about what he did that afternoon. He told me they watched "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer." We talked about various aspects of the movie, and his thoughts on Rudolph's job. Recognizing that Rudolph's nose made him "unique" (a word we've used in conversations) I thought I'd be clever and apply the word to him:

Me: So, Rudolph was unique among the reindeer, because he had such a special nose. We're all unique in some ways, don't you think?

Jordan(pausing to think): Yes. Except for Olivia and Alex.

me: Who?

Jordan: Olivia and Alex. They aren't unique. They're twins.

It's how we get through dinner.

2010-12-14T17:41:00.001-05:00

The kids discovered Picnic today, on Flickr.

Christmas Concerts 2010

2010-12-13T21:45:00.004-05:00

Both kids had concerts at school last week which we documented for posterity.

First, was Mina's:

Notwithstanding some of these...

Or some of these...

We think she did a brilliant job.

One of her key responsibilities was lecturing the elves to get to bed early.

Which of course is ironic, given her own bedtime routine.

But, I daresay, she may have enjoyed the post-concert cookie and juice fest more.

There were the cookies, of course. Oh yeah ... and true love.

Oh Mina, Mina, Mina...

Jordan's concert, a two-day affair, was significantly more elaborate. And yes, the Christmas crowns I slaved over made their appearance too. I was scoping them out all night.

In keeping with all things beach-related, the cast included Hawaiian hula dancers.

Ladies and gentleman, my son. In his Christmas finery.

They also had an entire family sitting down to dinner, elves, blinged out reindeer, dancing trees, spoon-waving chefs, and marching soldiers. Oh, and lest we forget the whole point of the holiday, Jesus, Mary, Joseph, the three kings, and a herd of animals..uh, kids.. also made an appearance.

At dinner.

I can only hope our Christmas Eve dinner is as well attended.

But, did I mention the Christmas Crowns?

Yes. The crowns I slaved and cried over? Don't they look nice?

Enough about me, let's get to the good stuff.

Jordan's video

Naturally, there was more celebrating at the end.

With baked goods, of course.

And I have no hesitation in saying that was probably Jordan's favorite part.

Merry/Happy Christmas!

A Dockyard Christmas

2010-12-12T21:05:00.003-05:00

The holiday season continues here in Bermuda. This weekend, we crammed in as much activity as we possibly could, because we're firm believers in using our weekends to relax.

The plan:

Saturday: Morning at Dockyards, pub lunch, matinee at Neptune, and grown up work holiday party at Southampton Princess.

Even writing about it makes me so tired, I want to crash on the couch with a glass of wine and a DVR'd episode of Gilmore Girls. (Laugh if you want, but this is pretty much my nightly routine.)

The Royal Navy Dockyards (a/k/a "King's Wharf) is just about the farthest point west on the island. Now, granted, Bermuda is only 21 something miles long.. but driving down these winding twisty roads for 21 miles gives you a new appreciation for the concept of distance. We don't have a dvd player in the car, so the only thing we had to amuse each other with was our music and our stimulating conversation.

What? You didn't think 4 and 5 year olds were capable of stimulating conversation?

Jordan: MAAHHHMMM!!! (mom) how much longer?

me: Oh.. not much further now (my little smurf).. wait, look.. here's a map. Dockyards is alllllll the way on the far west side of the island. Look, let me show you. (I turn and point out where Dockyards is located and then point out where our house is located... way over there on the east side of the island.

Mina: I wannnna seee!! I can't see!! I need a map!

me: Let's share. Jordan will look. Then Mina can look. We'll take turns! (Doesn't that sound like fun!)

Jeff: [Driving. Avoiding scooters zipping in and out in front of him. Grumbling.]

me: (fighting nausea caused by turning around in the car and facing backwards). So, you see, we clearly have a ways to go.

Mina: I wanna hold the map! Jordan, it's my turn!

Jeff: Actually, can I see the map? I need to see where we are. Mina?? Uh.. Mina??

Arrival at Dockyards:

Lunch at the Frog and Onion.

Jordan reads Mina the kids menu. The first item on it was "nutella sandwich." Jordan read the words and promptly announced, " I want that!" I burst out laughing and said," yeah right!" Because I honestly thought he was joking. No way in hell could that really be a menu item. Jordan showed me the menu, and damn. He was right!!

He still didn't get one.

He did, however, get his cranberry juice with lime. He orders this every time we go out now, and I don't know what to make of it. Part of me sort of laughs as I see the waiters do a double take. Of course, he also sucks on the lime like it's part of his meal. Really. He has weird taste.

Cranberry mouth.

Cranberry noses.

Burning off some energy outside.

And then we saw the playground. Apparently, Jordan's teacher at school had mentioned a "tunnel slide" at Dockyard. I hoped she was right because I was in no mood to disappoint the kid after that drive.

Pushing on the swings.

I love the look on her face.

And his too. When these two get along, they really get along. (And when they don't... well, they REALLY don't.)

Jeff caught up on his sleep too. Added bonus. And I'm sure Mina's bunny did not mind being a pillow for his head.

And before we hit the movies, we managed to sneak in some ice cream.

Mina poses with a look that is both beautiful and dreamy.

But, I prefer this one myself. This has her personality all over it.

The movie - "Tangled" - was super cute, in a standard, Disney sort of way. Apart from the characters having ginormous eyes (you were so right A), and that ridiculous smug look on the hero's face that I wanted to smack the heck off... I liked it. I did. Really.

Jordan enjoyed about an hour of it then decided it was boring. Which I get. Although, I'll give him credit, he sat through the whole thing and didn't fuss too much.

Mina, on the other hand, is firmly entrenched in the land of unicorns, rainbows and gumdrops. Anything that interferes with her version of the perfect world cannot be tolerated. Case in point, near the end of the movie, when events began to take that turn toward the dark side, that all fairy tales seem to involve.. well, she literally burst into tears.

Loud, sobbing tears. Repeatedly.

Hero gets slashed with a knife? She burst into tears.

Evil witch reveals her true motives for keeping Rapunzel ignorant of her history? Burst into tears.

Bad guys come back to hunt down hero? Yep - Burst into tears.

Etc.

Thank God the movie was only an hour and a half.

She passed out almost instantly on the car ride home. Which worked out well, since it provided the perfect amount of nap time between Dockyard and our house all the way on the other side of the island.

Wish us luck because next week, we're scheduled to see a Bermudian version of the "Nutcracker."

As long as no one gets killed, hurt, or has their dreams crushed, we should be ok.

December overload.

2010-12-08T09:23:00.004-05:00

Several people have told me that the month of December in Bermuda means a flux of activities in the first two weeks, and almost dead silence near the end. Right now, it seems like we're heading in that direction. The kids' school activities have certainly kept them, and by extension - me, busy.

First, we started with the Christmas Fair.

I have to explain this, since this is the first time I've ever encountered such a thing.

At the Christmas Fair, the kids are provided with an opportunity to "shop" for gifts for their immediate family. Those gifts each cost a dollar, and are generously supplied by the parents themselves in advance.

Get it?

I buy the gifts, send them to the school, and the kid gets to buy them again! From an economic point of view, this arrangement wasn't making a lot of sense to me, particularly given the cost of goods in Bermuda. But, I chalked it up to a quaint local custom and kept my mouth shut.

I also took advantage of our recent trip back to the States to stock up on presents from Target. Oh Target.. how I miss you.

I sent in the gifts early in the week, with our names on them, thinking Jordan would be steered in the direction of those gifts to re-purchase when time. No. It doesn't work that way.

I got a call that afternoon from the school to set me straight. The gifts were all put out as donations and it was a big free for all as to who bought what. Someone else might like that pretty little Disney merchandised doll from the movie "Tangled," that I had picked out for Mina. And someone else might like that very cute hipster t-shirt with the flag of Brazil that I had picked out for Jordan to buy for Jeff.

She explained it all to me on the phone very slowly,much like you would to a five year old child.

"Oh," I said, silently thanking God that I had not turned over the new Bakerella "cake-pops" cookbook, but had greedily kept it for myself.

"Would you like your gifts back, Mrs. Trimarchi, so you can send in something else?" She asked sweetly.

"Uh.. no, that's fine." I said, cringing because she clearly thought I was a crass, materialistic American hell bent on having a glittery, consumer happy, Target-inspired Christmas.

"We can donate those, that's fine." (grumble)

Needless to say, Jordan came back with gifts that were not the ones I had hoped he would buy. I know this, because I was there at the fair, volunteering.

Look how cute he is there with the shopping list I made for him. And when his class came in to shop, I tried my best to grab him and lead him to the right tables with stuff I wanted ( I know, I suck). But for whatever reason, I didn't see a single thing out there that I had sent in. The doll was gone, the t-shirt was gone, the cute cookie cutters I sent in for myself were not there either. And then some other kid needed help; and Jordan snuck away.

But, when it came time to WRAP the presents, he found me. Want to know what he bought me?

For the record. I happen to LOVE books. Books are great presents. Books meant for grown-ups, that is. He got Jeff one. A grown up book. I know. Because I got to wrap that one too. And Mina did get a doll.

A Bratz one.

While I was busy wrapping, Jordan was busy doing other things.

Look at this kid. At least he has the decency to look embarrassed that he's eating instead of shopping.

Which leads me to another lesson learned. I like to bake. I do it quite often. But, there is still plenty I have to learn. Including remembering that atmospheric temperatures will affect baked goods.

This is what I sent in:

And this is what they looked like within an hour of sitting out at room temperature in the damp, Bermuda air:

I don't think the moms at the bake table even put them out. They certainly didn't make an appearance during the time I was at the fair. And as punishment, I think they kept the cupcake container I sent in, because no one has bothered returning that back either.

Yeah, so two lessons learned: Cupcake frosting melts instantly here. Don't send in good tupperware containers.

Yes, that is orange frosting on his nose. Apparently a more seasoned Bermuda mom knows the secret to melt-proof frosting.

I'll figure it out eventually.

Do you like how Zen I sound? Trust me, that's not what I sounded like when I realized what the air was doing to the cupcakes that I spent several hours of my life on. I sort of felt like crying a bit. It kind of felt like the cupcakes melting into oblivion symbolized how well I was handling adjusting to Bermudian life in general.

It was that kind of week. I didn't seem to be able to do anything right.

In addition to volunteering at the Christmas Fair, I also got assigned a craft project to work on for the Christmas pageant. I was asked to make the Christmas crowns. Christmas crowns are usually found in Christmas "crackers" (these are an English thing. They're usually found at Chrismas time, gracing a table or two. You open the little container and out pops a small toy and tissue-paper crown.) I know, because I often use them at our table. Not because I'm English. Just because they're cute.

Exhibit A:

Last year's Christmas Eve dinner.

I just love that picture, and needed to use it again for my own amusement. Look at Jeff's face. This is him putting up with my entertaining nonsense year after year.

Anyway, I digress.

So, the teacher asked me to make some crowns and she quickly agreed that tissue paper would not work because she wanted to use the crowns again repeatedly during the day for several classes. She gave me sturdy large sheets of cardstock. REALLY LARGE SHEETS OF CARDSTOCK. So large, and so precious, she spent several minutes explaining to me how she wanted the carstock folded so that I could create a maximum number of crowns per sheet of paper. I half-listened because I had both kids with me at the time, and they were both running around the music room creating havoc and destruction; and I really wanted to get them out of there.

"Um.. yeah, I think I can figure this out," I said to her. (so says the college graduate, lawyer, mother- of-two who's done more craft projects than she cares to remember. I should have a degree in card stock given how much I've used over the years).

The next day, while the kids were safely at school, I prepped my table with paper, scissors, glue, pencils, markers and glitter. My ipod was playing happy music in the background and the sun was shining through the dining room windows.

Being methodical, I decided to do this assembly-line style. First, I'd cut out the strips of paper for the crowns, then design the points, cut them out, then glitterize them.

I didn't even get close.

After I cut out 16 strips of paper, I looked at them almost as though I was looking at them for the first time. Hmm. Something looked wrong, but it didn't hit me for a minute.

And then it did.

I had cut the paper the wrong way. The crowns, when wrapped around and stapled, would be too small for the kids heads. All 16 crowns were too small. And I had managed to destroy all four sheets of card stock the teacher had given me. Card stock that probably cost her a small fortune, and which probably came on the one shipping container per season that brought the stuff over.

That's when I really felt like crying.

A few frantic emails later, I was told of a local store that might carry card stock big enough to re-create the crowns. Why didn't I just ask the teacher for more paper, you wonder? Seriously? Was it that big a deal?

Yep.

Yep it was. As I explained to Jeff, I'd rather shell out my own money than be known as the paper wasting mum. That's a label that will haunt you forever.

I did eventually make some crowns.

And this is the mess I got to clean up after:

The clock she wanted me to make was a lot easier.

I never owned up to messing up the crowns. I just handed over the bag full of them and ran out of the school as fast as I could. I don't think the teacher can hate me that much because she called me the other night to ask me to come in and help decorate the stage for the concert. So, I did. Lord help me. As I stood there dangling from the tall stepladder, stringing garland from the beams and stapling heavy-duty staples into the wall, I wondered whether this made up for the destruction of the card stock.

We'll see how it looks on Friday when this concert is finally over.

The kids seem to be enjoying the season. They made merry at Jeff's office Christmas party recently:

(note, this frosting did NOT melt either.)

Whew. That's it. I have to go now. I volunteered to make two dozen cookies for Mina's post-concert party tomorrow. Thank God they're cookies. No frosting involved.

I also got roped into helping "dress" the kids for Jordan's concert on Friday. Given that most of them are at least 5 years old, I'm praying they know how to dress themselves and I just supervise. I should be able to get that right.

Santa comes to Front Street, Bermuda.

2010-11-29T20:16:00.004-05:00

This weekend, we got a glimpse of how Bermudians usher in the holiday season. Off we went to Front Street, Bermuda, where apparently half the island descended for front row seats to the Marketplace sponsored parade.

The other half of the island was marching in the parade.

"Marketplace" was one of the main sponsors. It's also the major chain grocery stores on the island, a/k/a - where most of the household budget is spent. I expected a damn, fine parade.

Warned that Santa would be making an appearance, Jordan dragged out the cute face.

And Mina dragged out her favorite Christmas dress. Although it is last season's model, she did liven it up with a tiara, which she waved at all the Miss Bermudian pageant winners who drove by on floats. Look, she seemed to be saying, I have one too!

Except for those times when she was wearing her friend's viking hat. Which, I personally think makes more of a seasonal statement.

Like most parades, there was the element of the traditional. A lovely band, playing classic Christmas songs, albeit in the back of a truck.

And then there was a more modern element - the dancers. These ones were wearing outfits that I felt most comfortable putting on a family friendly blog. According to our neighbors, last year some of the dancers pulled out some moves that were considered too risque for the general audience. They were denounced island wide. I didn't see too much of that this year.

The Marketplace train. Jeff and I speculated how much the train cost and what percentage of it we were responsible for.

Betty crocker was there.

And the electric light orchestra. I mean, the drummers.

Bermudian gombeys in the flesh. These are traditional Bermudian style dancers that come out on special occasions.

Ok, now let's get to the good stuff. Like many parades, goodies got handed out to the parade watchers. In addition to the usual assortment of candy, the Klondike Ice Cream float came by with these treats.

Ice cream cones!!

Followed shortly by the Klondike bars themselves. Yep. I let him eat both. Aren't I the worst mother in the world? And guess what else? I called it dinner! Bwah ha ha!! I suck as a mom!!

I'm rewarded with this.

But to get that picture, we had to put up with several of these. Consider this my attempt at keepin it real folks. Pretty much 99% of our pictures look like this one. That's why the digital camera was invented.

Upon seeing a potential Santa sighting, Mina completely lost it.

"MOMMY!!!!!!!" She screamed.

"SANTAAAAAA!!!!!"

Yes, I wanted to squeeze her for being so cute, and sweet and innocent all at once. Of course, she was completely jacked up on sugar too, but anyway.

Mina and her insane clown posse from school. Yep. See what sugar, plus Christmas merriment and staying up late will do to you.

And here's what was left in my bag at the end of the night.

Our first Bermudian Thanksgiving.

2010-11-26T12:29:00.004-05:00

Because one Thanksgiving is not enough. I present, round II of holiday eating. They say most people typically gain one pound per year during the holidays. That one pound remains on them the rest of their life. Multiply that by thirty-eight. Cheers!

This year, Jeff decided his new grill needed a workout. Thus, rotisserie turkey was born.

Look at the intense concentration at work here people. That is some grill master action. And while you're looking, check out the palm trees and fluffy clouds in the bright, blue sky. Don't hate me people. It is what it is, as they say.

I thought it would be appropriate to eat in our dining room. As you can see, it's pretty bare right now; and yes there are still boxes in there. Yes, that is a huge, fake black tarantula sitting on top of a plastic bin. What? You don't have one in your dining room? What's the matter with you?

Who needs decorating when you have a roomful of monkeys to keep you distracted? They provide enough visual (and audio) stimulation.

Plus, we have place cards. Seriously, what else do you need for a holiday table?

Voila! Yes, it is a Christmas tree. We get a little ahead of ourselves sometimes.

Jordan drew individual pictures of each family member and attached it behind the tree, along with our names. I love how creative he is with his art projects. My only directions were "maybe you can make new place cards for us." And off he went.

I just supply the table and supplies. Pay no attention to the open laundry room door. There is nothing to see here, folks. Move along.

Not to be outdone, Mina found creative new uses for the napkin ring holders.

And I ate. Again.

Jordan has a more patient approach. First he examines. Sniffs a bit. Sticks his finger in it...

And if we're lucky, he might actually eat something.

The first Bermudian Thanksgiving was sweet, simple and fun. I still feel like a stranger in a strange new place, which might possibly be how the first celebrants felt when they shared a table with the original Americans. Of course, we've crashed ourselves on a beautiful island, surrounded by the conveniences of the 21st century, so I guess it isn't quite the same. Thank goodness.

Jordan's sign translated:

Dear Mina,

I love to thank you a lot. For the whole world. To thank you for the light, and the water, and have a happy thanksgiving.

Amen.

Happy Eating.

2010-11-25T19:47:00.005-05:00

This year, we decided to head back to the U.S. and do an early Thanksgiving with Grandma H. and Michael in the Poconos. Of course, being the gluttons we are, we also did a small Thanksgiving in Bermuda on Thanksgiving proper. The highlights as follows:

Thanksgiving, part I.

The Poconos, Pennsylvania.

Everyone gripes (well, everyone meaning Jeff) when I announce I'm taking the annual family picture. But I thought this one came out nice. Everyone (Jeff and Jordan) also complain about changing into "dressy" clothes. But don't we all clean up real nice? Mina doesn't complain at all. I came prepared with two different Thanksgiving ensembles for her to choose between. Accessories and shoe changes included. Thankfully, one of them worked for her.

The kids were very excited. They love the Poconos. I love getting them outside. Mina came across something that caught her eye as we built boulder fields and bunny twig hutches in the backyard.

We burned off loads of calories running around madly.

Yeah right. We'd have to run some ultramarathons to burn off the calories we consumed while we were away.

We weren't the only ones fattening ourselves up for the winter. Check out these wild turkeys that found their way unto Grandma's back yard. It's a shame no one in the house would has a gun. Or would even know what to do with one. City folk.

Coming back to visit pretty much rocked Jordan and Mina's world. They got to hang out with Grandma uninterrupted. You bet I was all over that. Grandma happily babysat, and Jeff and I shamelessly took advantage.

While we happily shopped away, she kept the munchkins busy.

piano

Happy parents.

One of the highlights for me was seeing some old friends from Leonia. I missed this gang big time. It was so much fun catching up on gossip and filling them in on our new life in Bermuda.

Eventually, it was time for the big dinner. It did not disappoint:

And finally, it was time for Jordan's favorite part - dessert. Grandma made molten chocolate cake with fresh whipped cream.

Yeah. Look at the face. I can assure you, he doesn't make this face when we drag the turkey out.

We were amazed when even more dessert made an appearance. Good friends decided we needed even more fattening up. Behold the cheesecake assortment. Thanks Kristen and Brandon!

The fun continued with post dinner entertainment.

This drum set used to belong to Monkey Sr. The kids always enjoy testing it out.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. It goes without saying that we have so much to be thankful for. Just one day to remember it doesn't seem enough.

Part II coming soon!

Stateside!

2010-11-17T08:21:00.003-05:00

Finally got my computer back (the shop here in town had it for OVER A MONTH!!!!!); and I actually feel motivated to post something. We head back to the States today to spend a few days in the Poconos. There, we intend to celebrate Thanksgiving early and enjoy the crisp country weather. Ha.

I hate cold weather. The weather here is decidedly different than what I am used to in November.

Nonetheless, here in Bermuda, we've switched over to the "winter" uniform. And we're suddenly so grown, we're wearing ties.

In fact, we've gone from this:

to this:

I can't get over this uniform. This, plus the fact that he is starting to sound as British as his little school chums, and it's starting to feel like Lord of the Flies over here. Pass the conch, please.

Mina's uniform is decidedly simpler.

Well, that's how she wishes she could dress.

I wasn't kidding when I told you the kids have gotten into our music. Exhibit A

And on that sunny note, I'm off. Gotta head "into town" to return library books, get meds and pick up stuff from the store before we leave.

Sunday rainbows from the patio. I don't think I'll ever stop being amazed by this. Sometimes we get these brief rainshowers. They last a minute or two, and just as you look up into the sky to see the sun, there ahead of you is one of these. I kid you not that I saw three rainbows in the span of one week. That might be as many as I've seen in my whole life when I lived in the U.S.

Scenes from the weekend.

2010-11-06T21:30:00.002-04:00

When I was a working mum, I remember eagerly awaiting the weekend and the chance to "relax." Relax meant running errands, grocery shopping, doing a costco run, going to the dry cleaner and trying to fit in a fun activity or two for the kids amidst the daily weekend grind of things that had to get done but couldn't during the week.

Now, being back home full time, I eagerly look forward to the start of the week, so that things can just settle down around the house once the kids are in school. Weekends are just too darn busy! Give me the peace and quiet of Monday morning anytime!

This weekend was a busy one too. In between haircuts (disaster), laundry, cooking, attempts at hanging pictures (stalled before it even began), running, pool time and bowling, we also had the switch back from daylight savings time. That's been fun. And extra hour of mayhem at the end of the day.

On Saturday we had the brilliant idea to get the kids' hair cut. Mina's was way too long and impossible to manage, and Jordan's was so thick and shaggy you could weave into a blanket to stay warm for the winter. But since that isn't an issue for us anymore, it was off to the salon for us.

Since we don't know anything and apparently lack resources to rely upon for crucial information, we just googled hair salons and went with the one with the best name. In hindsight, that was probably not the best idea.

Oy.

I really wish I had my camera when we were at the "salon." It was pretty much a little hole in the wall on the outskirts of Hamilton, and the pictures on the windows should probably have clued me in that a place that specialized in men's braids and hot rod curl treatments was not ideally suited for what we needed. Oh well, live and learn. It'll grow back. I don't know what the hell they did to Jordan. Jeff was supposed to be supervising that.

Something must have snapped in Mina though, because later that afternoon, she decided she wanted to play salon. She and Jordan sat out in the yard, not even 20 feet away from us, and proceeded to chop off huge chunks of her hair. I can't believe the damage she did. She looks like Alfafa from the Our Gang series. I'm already exhausted thinking about the conversation I am going to have to have with her teacher tomorrow when i explain why I cannot pull Mina's hair tightly back away from her face.

Moving on.

We've been doing a lot of cooking these days. And lucky monkeys. Given the cost of things, I am firmly committed to cooking one meal for all of us. I do try and be fair about it. Breakfast and lunch are solely kid friendly choices. And I do try to include one or two nights of dinner that are kid friendly. But every other dinner is whatever I feel like cooking and we make do. This week, that's included fish, lamb, steak, and loads of veggies.

The kids were with me when I pulled over on the side of North Shore Rd and scored some fresh fish from Mr. Casey.

"Turbot," he said. "You try this; and I promise I see you next week."

Sold.

What's for dinner? Whatever's in the fridge. Catch of the day, baked with thyme, butter and lemon. Sauteed bok choy and steamed green beans. Sam Adams Light optional.

Yeah, he was thrilled.

But we persevered.

And enough got eaten to warrant some dessert.

Dinner can go either way. Some nights its complete disaster (like this evening. They were both so exhausted from the time change, the swimming, the bowling, the no napping..)

Or dinner can kind of be fun - broadly defined.

the kids learn about real music via You tube.

Exhibit A, U2 performs "Helter Skelter."

I have to elaborate a little on this. Our new car is kind of old school. Unlike the NJ minivan of old, There's no dvd player for movies. There's no entertainment, sort of actually talking to each other (gasp!). And I have to drive these crazy Bermuda roads without screaming. Kid screaming that is. Thus, I am introducing them to my old cd collection. Maybe not Rage Against the Machine or Nine inch Nails. But everything else.

I have limited patience with kiddie music, even the new generation of "cool" kid music branded by musicians I once listened to. Sorry. No patience.

But, they are liking U2. It's a little disconcerting though when we can hear them singing themselves to sleep with the lyrics to Helter Skelter, but that's neither here nor there.

More cooking:

This...

To go with this... lamb pitas with minted baby pea hummus.

Which gets deconstructed into this:

Bread with minted pea spread and a sliver of cucumber swiped from her salad.

Or this:

Your guess is as good as mine what he's done here.

Oh yeah. It's a wild and crazy ride.

I'm having better luck with desserts. Naturally. This chocolate chip banana bread recipe has been on heavy rotation the last two weeks in a row. It goes well with Simon and Garfunkel and Southern Gothic vampire books from Charlaine Harris. Yes, Bermuda library!

And lest you think all we do is stuff ourselves silly, we've been out and about too.

November pool days at the beach club.

Bowling

Yeah, I'd love to know how to fix this mop.

On this day.

2010-11-05T09:41:00.005-04:00

"What's this!," Jordan asked me last summer, as he pointed to the surgical line stretching vertically down the middle of his chest. I paused for a minute to try and gather myself; and I wondered how I could explain the scope of it all to someone so young. Flashes of the hospital, of the machines, of Breanna's face rushed through my mind instantly. Tears, pain, hope and rebirth.

"That's a scar you got when you were a brand new baby." I said. "You had to get a new heart, so the doctors opened up your chest, put one in, and then sewed you back up."

"With a needle?" Jordan asked, incredulously.

"Yeah... kind of. A very special needle."

"Needles are for grown ups." He replied.

"Yes." I said. "They are. But you needed a new heart,because your heart was broken. So they had to do it." At that point, I showed him the framed picture of Breanna and Jordan as babies, which I kept in the office bookshelf.

"This is the little girl who gave you her heart."

"Her name was Breanna."

He stared at the picture silently.

Mina: "How come I didn't get a new heart? I want one too!" The two of them began yet another round of sibling rivalry and I turned my attention to something else.

But on this day, I'm reminded of Jordan's question. It was one of the first times I can remember him asking directly about his heart. And the story that goes with it.

On this day,

an angel was born.

She graced us for just a short spell.

Like a rainbow, or the rays of the sun shining through the clouds across the ocean when it sets. The moment lasts for just a few minutes; but the memory remains in your heart forever.

Each year, I reserve this day to remember Breanna Maree. And this year is no different. This is the angel that saved my son. Her heart kept my son alive when just about everyone else had given up hope. She saved his life. One day, he will be old enough to understand just how lucky he was. One day, he will realize that he was given a second chance at life by someone whose own was cut short too soon. That will always be the bittersweet note that makes me pause when I see that scar.

Had she lived, she would have been six today. Rest in peace Breanna. Two hearts became one on January 26, 2005.

We will never forget.

One month down.

2010-10-31T19:21:00.004-04:00

It's been just over a month now since we moved to Bermuda. The house is still a mess, we're still not completely settled in, and the whole experience still feels surreal.

But, it's a given that whether you're prepared or not, the days fly by. The kids just finished their first "mid-term break," which translates into seven days in the end of October in which they were not in school.

As luck would have it, they managed to miss most of the week preceeding break too nursing one cold after another.

The one above started it all.

And this one rapidly followed. One cold after another. A fever here. A fever there. And lots of coughing.

While the kids got comfortable on the couch with Mickey and company, I continued my quest to consume as much eggplant as possible this month. Greek style, stuffed eggplant with tomato and feta. Seriously, if I didn't have two kids and a husband to feed as well, this is the kind of thing I could happily eat for dinner every night. With a big salad, of course. Bombay sapphire optional.

The kids both suffered through sore and aching throats. Their pediatrician made their day by recommending a steady diet of ice cream, popsicles and jello. Good. More gnocchi with shrimp and asparagus in pesto for me. And poor Jeff. He'd be content to fire up the grill every night and just throw the first mooing thing on there. Ha. Not while I'm doing the grocery shopping.

I will digress just for a minute though to point out a new culinary phenomenom that I am eager to take advantage of. Fish. I like fish, always have. Here, you can buy fish in the store any time, just like the States. Obviously.

But what's kind of interesting is that here, you can buy fresh caught fish that day from men who just camp out on the side of the road with a big cooler, some ice and a hand-made sign. Jeff picked up a couple of steaks of "Amber Jack." Tossed on the grill, they were delicious! tI guess being on a small island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean has its benefits.

Eventually, the kids started showing some signs of life again. On one of their better days, we went out and got some sunshine at the beach.

Mina at pool. Can you believe this is October?

As Halloween weekend approached, Jordan put in a special request for green jello. Mina tossed in some grapes in a half-hearted attempt at making it "healthy."

By Saturday, the kids were all better and ready to celebrate. Off to a local museum for an arts & crafts morning celebrating all things Halloween.

Spooky bats at Masterworks Gallery.

Later that morning, the kids donned their costumes and we headed over to a Harvest Festival. Yes, she specifically asked to be batman. And Jordan is a storm trooper. The orange storm trooper, he said. You have to have the Star Wars picture encyclopedia to know what he means. Surely that tome is in your library, right?

Me and the bean. I love Halloween. Although it's a little hard wrapping my head around the holiday out here. No trees changing colors. No pumpkin picking.

But still plenty of mischievous devils.

And fearsome, militant stormtroopers on carousels.

The scary spongebob had Mina hiding behind my leg when I took this picture.

The jumbo slide was no match for this guy.

In the afternoon, we had the pleasure of attending a very special, Alice-in-Wonderland themed birthday party for a new friend.

It was just divine!

The Mad Hatter's tea table was the perfect setting for certain characters.

As Alice might have said, "curiouser and curiouser."

Halloween day on the beach. My new favorite yoga position.

Miss Mina catches on fast.

Sharing a beach chair. After sharing germs and a couch for two weeks, it's a wonder they aren't completely sick of each other yet.

Surprisingly not.

I was hoping to get some decent pics today for a holiday card. I don't know. We had some good shots but nothing really stands out yet.

In NJ, you'd be hard pressed not to notice the abundance of squirrels scampering all over everyone's lawns. Here in Bermuda, I have yet to see a single squirrel, but these things are all over the place and they are just as cheeky. This guy brazenly came right up to us at our table searching for crumbs.

Ice cream crumbs that is.

Bailey' shop was all decked out for the holiday.

And we enjoyed our cones in the lovely afternoon sunshine. It was, by far, the most unusual Halloween I have ever spent. But, all things considered, it's hard to complain!

Settling in. Slowly. Sickly.

2010-10-21T21:08:00.001-04:00

Miss Mina sank deep into the couch, and we braced for the first outbreak of sickness in Bermuda. Three days of school missed while I wait for the other shoe to drop - Jordan can only be next. Perfect timing too. The school is closed all next week for "mid-term break." Mid-term break my a---.

I have no idea why a break is necessary given that school just started in September. September, people.

Miss Mina, the bunny, the bunny's ears, and Mickey Mouse on tv. Thank God we get that channel. Remind me to do a post on Bermudian cable.

She did perk up enough so that she went to school today. Whew.

However, as predicted, guess who developed a 103 degree fever later this afternoon? Oh, hello Jordan.

Little typhoid Mary. No big surprise, these two are always all over each other.

How one (me) gets through these things.

It's not so bad really. Entertaining sick kids all day is a piece of cake. After all, I just have to dig through a box or two to find exactly the right comforting toy or book. Despite the clutter, we actually are making some progress emptying these things out. It may take another month or two, but I will eventually be done with this. I've reached a point of not caring anymore. I am not stressed.

In fact, I'm happy about some things. Critical items have been found. There's the bed. Hallelujah!

And.. I've got all my pots and pans and most of my cooking utensils unpacked. My recipe keeper binder (look how nicely organized all those torn out magazine pages are) is unpacked, and I can actually look forward to cooking again.

We have working internet again. And although my computer is out of commission, Jeff's is working nicely. My computer is a brand new Apple Macbook. It is currently occupying some dusty shelf in Hamilton while someone gets around to fixing it. I swear, I have the WORST luck with technology. Even brand new, the stuff never comes out working right.

I digress. I saw this recipe I was dying to make. Roasted eggplant soup, courtesy of Smitten Kitchen. And I have roasting pans now!! I love eggplant. Love it. Grilled, parmesan'd, baba ganoushed... in a sandwich, in a curry.

in the stockpot (yay!! I have a stockpot!!!) it doesn't look too pretty. But, trust me, it smelled so good. The roasting really brings out the deep flavors of the eggplant, garlic, onion and tomatoes.

The finished product. Which also required the use of an immersion blender. (YAY!!! Found the blender!!) Jeff and I devoured the soup in one day. Didn't even bother wasting it on the kids. Sorry, I did not just spend an entire afternoon working on a recipe that they are just going to turn their little noses up at. It's brown, after all. Why bother.

I suspect Jeff does not share my enthusiasm with the return of kitchen paraphenalia. This is the only thing that made him grin. The grill, a/k/a where he cooks the meat. That's all he really needs. I'm more of a side dish kinda gal, I've discovered.

Prior to succumbing to illness, we were doing fun things in Bermuda - like taking a walk through historical St. George. This used to be the capital of Bermuda, and its old world appeal is still evident in the architecture and penal system. We couldn't wait to show Jordan the town stockade.

I'm not quite sure why this child looks so giddy, but clearly you can tell he's done enough hard time of his own in the naughty chair to realize this is nothing. Obviously our methods of punishment are having little to no effect on the boy.

Mina, on the other hand, looks suitably deterred. Look at her little eyebrows all furrowed.

And this is my favorite. Might look into investing in one of these for the backyard.

Freedom!

The kids enjoyed a little bit of history, and running around defacing poor Sir George.

Speak softly and carry a big stick.

Hopefully, Jordan will recover quickly so we can enjoy next week's break. There's so many things I'd like to go see! I suppose it really is christening a place when your kids have gotten their first colds and you've met their pediatrician. Then you know you're home.

weekend in Bermy.

2010-10-11T16:51:00.006-04:00

I'm surrounded by boxes and I am hiding from my children. Whatever twinge of guilt I might feel is pretty much eliminated as I hear their squeals of glee emanating from every room in this house. Nothing could make them more happy than a) rediscovering their toys in the boxes; b) playing with the empty boxes themselves.

The boxes are here because we received our shipping container this week. For two days now, I have been unpacking, sorting, washing, lifting and sighing deeply as it appears that no matter what I do, I am still surrounded by mess, disorder and chaos.

It is nice having beds and couches though. I don't care how much cardboard and newspaper I have to crawl over to get to them.

I can fondly look back at last weekend's pictures when I want to be reminded of the ease of living with just the clothes on our back (suitcase) and the pluck spirit that comes with sleeping on an aerobed.

At the Bermuda Botanical gardens for the annual SPCA charity event. Painting calabash.

Watching a demonstration with a parrot.

A nice little side trip to the "cat show." Jordan correctly pointed out that the cats weren't doing much, hence there was no real "show." I agreed and used it as an opportunity to extol the reasons why dogs are so much more useful, and actually do put on a show. Notwithstanding our dog, of course, who can barely survive a brisk walk down a quick segment of the Bermuda Railway trail before collapsing in a heap on his pillow in the air conditioning. But other dogs.. they do put on a good show.

The cat was offended.

Jordan was invited to a birthday party, but being the eager beaver that I am, we decided to show up a week early. Good thing the event was at a school, so we got full use of the playground and I discovered a new place to drag the kids that is shade covered. Jordan quickly forgot that he was supposed to be attending a party.

On Sunday, we attended the Bermuda Family Sail day at Barr Bay and the Royal Bermuda Yacht club. When they say things begin at 10, don't bother showing up till at least 12. We got there at 11 and they were just starting to set up. Things in Bermuda run on what I call "Desi time." Others may call choose to call it something else, but I think many cultures share this sort of laid back view of what 24 hours in a day actually mean. Having been born and raised in the states however, being obsessive-compulsive by nature, and having spent much of my life living in NYC, this concept of time will take some getting used to.

Jordan could care less. He found the FLAGS!!!

And Mina found cotton candy.

Much like a snake, which is capable of detaching its lower jar to swallow its prey whole, children are capable of similar feats of strength when challenged.

Our hope was to take the kids on a sailboat ride around the harbor, but chaotic circumstances prevented that. Instead, we walked over to Hamilton ferry and hopped aboard the pink Paget/Warwick (pronounced Wor-ick) line. Jordan and Mina got on free with their school bus/ferry pass; and we spent 40 minutes touring the harbor and listening to a Canadian actress extol the virtues of eggs Benedict in Hamilton and the despicable state of her love life. Ok, maybe I was the only one actually paying attention to that. Digression - I can't imagine being single in Bermuda as an expat would be the best way to meet people. Not that I know anything about meeting people, but with kids, by default you're sort of forced to meet people through their schools. And as usual, walking Oscar has introduced me to many of our neighbors.. but do single ex-pats actually move to Bermuda?

I think Jeff was watching the kids.

When I could be spared from listening to the Carrie Bradshaw like conversation occurring beside me, I took some pictures.

Jordan on ferry, sparkly water.

Jeff and Mina.

little sailors - sunfish. These are younger tikes sailing on the Harbor as part of the sail fest. The actress said they were on sunfish. I have no idea what that meant. The name of the boat maybe? But I did think it would be very cool if Mina and Jordan could learn to sail. I suppose they should learn how to swim though.

Despite stuffing their faces with all manner of carnival fare, by noon the kids were hysterical with hunger. Jordan was in full throw-himself-on-the-floor-screaming-with-pain kind of hunger. I laugh now, but at the time it was pretty miserable. Granted, this is a kid who never gets hungry. Except when he does. And it comes out of nowhere. We walked into Robin Hood in Hamilton, and I begged the waiter to bring over a bread basket and butter asap.

Jordan, whose screams were second only to the mates at the bar cheering on Bristol or whomever was causing such a fuss over there. I'm really learning to appreciate the pub factor in Bermuda dining. For those of you put off by the thought of people drinking in the middle of the day, don't stress. First, no one cares if you do or not, and second, if you have kids, taking them to eat at a pub guarantees that others will be louder than your children. In fact, once their hunger was abated, my kids were actually more interested in the noises coming from the patrons at the bar than in misbehaving themselves. They were remarkably well behaved, actually. And pub dining in Bermuda is probably one of the most inexpensive eating options there is.

In Jersey we used to go to diners. Here, it's the pub. Or the pizza house, which is just down the street and which also makes a mac 'n cheese that has Jordan so transfixed he could eat a three-person serving and still ask for seconds. I don't know where he puts this stuff.

Ok, back to the kids and the boxes.