Sweet Summer

September 28, 2016

Summer feels like a very long time ago and also a little like it’s still going strong, what with the temperatures down here only now lowering into the mid-80’s. But Maya and I left Maine summer almost a month ago, so I figured a round up of photos from enjoying nearly two months in Maine would be in order.

First, Maya’s first trip on my parents’ boat, the Blood Vessel! (A 1970’s Boston Whaler creatively named by my brother when he was about three, bloody since my dad writes murder mysteries. 😉 maya-blood-vessel maya-blood-vessel-4 Lathered in sunscreen and crusty from rice cakes. I’m so glad she keeps a hat on.  maya-blood-vessel-3 maya-blood-vessel-2 boat-life-maine With every passing year, the amount that I go into the water of China Lake diminishes. I think it’s even been about two years since I’ve water skied. Must add that to next summer’s bucket list! This year I went up to my ankles. Very lame, Emily!

We couldn’t believe Maya would tolerate the life jacket. I worried she would squirm and fuss but I think it functioned more like a straight jacket and almost always put her to sleep!  maya-life-jacket michael-boat My handsome man. Once Michael went back to Houston to start school and my parents were in work all day, Maya and I spent a ton of time around the house and lawn. The stairs were her absolute favorite pastime. They were not my favorite pastime, but I did enjoy hearing her say puh-puh instead of up-up. maya-stairs-china-village maya-rock-climbing Because my phone wasn’t working to take photos, I took out my big camera more often and caught so many nice photos of Maya exploring the lawn and tracking down the kitties. maya-china-lawn maya-crabby-crawl maya-lion

maya-catharine maya-giggling She loves squishy stuffed animals and likes to give them big squashing hugs.  maya-crawling-china maya-crawling-4 maya-crawling-3 maya-crawling-2 maya-clapping Clapping with extra enthusiasm! I love those polka dot shoes so much, I should have bought the next three sizes up since she’s already growing out of them!  maya-china We also had such nice times with family while we were home. We celebrated my parents’ 60th birthdays since both fall when we couldn’t all be there. My niece is scrumptiously squeezable but also quickly catching up to Maya in the weight department.  fam-china-village claire-elizabeth-china maya-summer-china-village fam-summer-china maya-coffee-table And a wedding celebrated for my aunt and new uncle’s marriage at their beautiful property on the ocean marsh on the Maine coast. It was a chilly, misty day that made my hair extra frizzy and Maya’s curls extra tight.  em-maya-wedding maya-squirming-wedding My mom and my brother’s girlfriend, Emma, put together the flowers for the wedding and they were stunning. My grandma was supposed to help but was very sick, so they brought all the flowers and supplies to her house and she got to be the creative director from the couch.  marthas-wedding maya-greta-wedding I love watching Maya love the people I love so much. These photos of her with my cousin Greta are some of my favorites. Such giggles!  maya-laughing-wedding cheeky-maya And a cheeky will-you-just-give-me-the-darn-plant-to-eat smirk.

Well, that turned quickly into the Maya show. Whoops! I think the ratio of photos of Maya to photos of anyone else is solidly 100-1 at the moment. But that’s Maine summer, at least, over and out. Another good one for the books.

Another Legacy

September 27, 2016

maya-catharine-mary-catherine I was sitting in a coffee shop around the corner from our house last week when my dad called. My aunt Mary Catherine had passed away. Expectedly, but still unexpectedly. After we hung up, I sat there at my computer scrolling aimlessly through pictures of Christmas decorations for a freelance post I was working on, thinking about another sadness for my family and another legacy to be passed on.

After a short battle with a very aggressive and terminal brain cancer, the end part, which can be so painful and bad, was mercifully short. But it’s still a shock to us all. She was my godmother, and one of my biggest cheerleaders, especially here on FCV. She loved my posts and commented often. She prayed so fervently that we would be able to start our family, and was overjoyed to meet Maya earlier this summer. Maya, of course, loved her instantly, giving kisses and then laughing hysterically each time.

Michael pointed out that Mary Catherine was a link to my grandparents on my dad’s side, who both died of cancer (can I get an f-you cancer?!) before I was old enough to really know them. She would tell stories of my grandparents so vividly that I could just picture my grandmom through her. I think she carried my grandmom’s elegance and grace and old fashioned-ness, which was such a gift to experience.

It’s been a sad time in our family, with both of my parents losing a close family member in just six weeks. And it’s my first real time facing loss and experiencing missing people who were part of my life on a regular basis. It’s such a strange feeling to be carrying on with day to day things with added pangs of sadness every day or so. I suppose everyone goes through it eventually, and I’m grateful it took me until now to hit with real force.

I hope you’re all well and healthy. I’ve missed you and hope to be back more regularly soon. xx em

Notes from the Village

September 1, 2016

hydrangeas-china-village A smattering of thoughts on a Thursday, if you please.

Tomorrow is our last day in China Village, so we’re soaking up all the hugs from Maya’s Grammy and Granddad and booking them in for Houston visits this fall. The downside of a long visit here is that it’s harder to say goodbye. We have a few errands to run today before we start our weekend-long journey south tomorrow.

My phone has nearly bit (bitten?) the dust after several years of utter predictability. A first world problem, yes, but also frustrating, to not be able to snap photos and video of Maya and share them with family on the fly. Luckily it can still Facetime and sometimes text, depending on its mood, and even more luckily Michael found me a used but new-to-me phone for when I get back to Houston. The upside of the enforced break is that I’ve been taking out my big camera more and the light in China Village is so lovely. The other upside is that it’s meant I’ve taken a break from social media except maybe once a day on my computer. It’s been a nice break.

We’re missing Michael quite a lot as he’s been back in Houston for the last month (?!), getting all his kids sorted with their schedules. Saturday morning we’ll be reunited when he arrives for a wedding weekend in New Hampshire! We’re very ready to be a family of three again.

Did I mention we’re staying in Houston for another year? Yep, another year before we return to Ireland. It was a hard decision because we both miss our lives in Dublin, but Michael really loves his job in Houston and we’re really still hoping to find a sibling for Maya, the perfect fourth member of our family. After two heartbreakingly close calls (here and here), we decided we had to give it another year to see if one will stick! We’ll be back in Dublin at Christmastime and we can’t wait to introduce Maya to Ireland and all our friends there!

I just finished Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises and it was so different than any other book I’ve read. A little hard to get into his style of kind of useless description – as in description that isn’t necessary to the plot but is necessary to character development. I picked up Ta-Nehisi Coates’ Between the World and Me and it’s not the kind of book you say you love, but it feels very important and I’m not yet halfway through.

My aunt and godmother has become very sick with aggressive brain cancer, so that has been weighing on our family. Cancer is literally the worst and it seems to just keep coming.

A few other more cheerful bits and pieces.

A stocked candy drawer in the Senate.

Olympic venues that transform into schools post-games.

Introducing differences and disabilities to school children with these thoughtful tips.

A quadruple amputee building a Maine retreat for “recalibrated” veterans is incredibly inspiring.

Hasta luego!

A China Village Tour

August 24, 2016

This summer, Maya, Michael and I got to spend a lovely chunk of time in China Village with my family. Michael has already started school back in (still sweaty) Houston, but Maya and I are extending our visit by another ten days so that we can attend my Grandma’s memorial service this weekend. While my parents are at work during the day, Maya and I have been left to our own devices. Sometimes we drive an hour and visit my sister and her little family, but sometimes we just bop around China Village.

My dad is always suggesting that I should do a China Village tour for my blog, since it inspired the name. And now we’ve had time to make that happen! So today, a small photographic tour of even smaller (but still sweet!) China Village.

maya-china-lake It’s about a five minute walk down the hill to China Lake, where there’s a little ice cream/fried foods stand with picnic tables near the boat launch. Maya had her first licks of ice cream here last weekend and it was glorious. I’m tempted to give her ice cream every day just for her reaction of pure delight. But I’ll refrain, if only because I ended up eating most of the ice cream and I have very little restraint when it comes to chocolate.

A little ice cream interlude before we continue on our tour…

maya-first-ice-cream maya-ice-cream-smile Total and utter happiness. I feel ya, girl! And we started with chocolate and with sprinkles because that’s how ice cream should be done!

Right, so, back to business.

At the edge of the lake is the little Baptist church with a bell that tolls every hour and half hour. I rarely notice it, but Maya notices it every time and starts boogying.  china-village-baptist-church china-village-fire-department Right next door to the church is the fire station, where I learned to ride my bike because it was the only paved parking lot in the village. We’ve also got major respect for the fire department – it’s made up completely of such brave and dedicated volunteers. We had a fairly large fire in our house in the early 90’s and they were all brilliant despite the scary night. It was started by a plumber who came to thaw a frozen pipe (such is January in Maine in a really old house!) and smouldered up the inside of the wall in the kitchen for hours before my mom heard a crackle.

My dad worked nights at the newspaper back then and heard about it on the police scanner they used to pick up stories! He had a big old (slightly mortifying) bright orange former utility truck at the time and he always says he must have hit 100 miles an hour on the straight aways racing home to us that night! As soon as my mom called the fire department, she sent the three of us across the street to the neighbors (Charlie was maybe 2, so I was 9?) with our new puppy, where we waited while they got the fire under control. Turns out the walls had been stuffed with old newspaper for insulation and they had to take half of the second floor off and rebuild. It was dramatic! But I also remember all the teachers at our primary school sent us meals and someone brought over homemade donuts. Small towns are the sweetest.  china-village-home You might recognize this one. Built in 1811 and lovingly (and sometimes grudgingly) restored and continuously repainted by my parents, it’s why China Village is such a cosy home to me. They bought it when I was just ten months old and my mom reports that I was so chubby and uninterested in moving that she could set me on the counter and I wouldn’t move an inch. Maya would fling herself off the counter and be halfway up the stairs if you turned your back for a second!  china-village-library We grew up within shouting distance of the village library and took full advantage of the somewhat lax neighbor return policy. Luckily, the librarian Mary still likes us all! I used to go to story hour there, and then in middle school I ran the story hour. I wish I’d been on the ball, I would have resurrected it this summer since we’ve been here so long!

Next door to the library is Peggy’s house, she taught us piano lessons for years and there was a recital every spring. One year I got a bee sting on the behind right before the recital and still managed to play my little song! She still lives there and always makes homemade bread for us at Christmas time.  china-village-hydrangeas china-village-maine-2 A few other stately clapboard homes in the village. We actually lived in the one above for a few months while our house was being rebuilt after the aforementioned fire. The owner back then was another teacher at my mom’s school and they were selling the house, so they let us live there while it was on the market. I do remember having to go to the library a lot so we weren’t in the house while they were showing it! I also remember the aforementioned puppy pooping on the Oriental rugs!  china-village-maine china-village-shed china-village-post-office And the sweet little post office! Priscilla has been the post lady there since I was too small to even see over the counter, although I think she’s retiring soon. I used to come visiting with tiny, sweaty handfuls of earthworms plucked from the garden. It’s no wonder I’m still remembered there! 😉 There was also a phase when that handicap ramp came in really handy for our rollerblading laps. We used to love when they repaved the parking lot!

Thanks for touring my China Village and sticking around for my memory lane moments!

Monday Pick Me Up

August 22, 2016

maya-basket-toys After last week I thought maybe Monday might need a little pick me up. A handful of links, all cheerful and happy! I hope your Monday is off to a great start!

Elaine’s pretty framed Irish ceramic flower prints would make a lovely gifts.

I always enjoy Ashley’s travelogues. This one from their trip to Scandinavia was much enjoyed over coffee during Maya’s nap this morning.

In a little while I’m interviewing this inspiring man who cycled across the country to fundraise over $12 million to support The Center in Houston, which provides support to adults with disabilities. Fingers crossed Maya can stay asleep that long!

Tips for developing a baby’s language as they begin to talk. I can’t believe we’re at this stage already!

I’m hoping we’ll get to do a little more Texas traveling this year and Dallas is on our list. Adding these suggestions for places to go when we get there!

A Legacy / Grandma Catharine and Maya Catharine

August 18, 2016

maya-happy-gg Last night, quite suddenly in the end and after several years courageously battling various cancers, my Grandma passed away. She was the Catharine of our Maya Catharine, and just so, so special to me – just as she was to my siblings and cousins, to my mom and her brothers and sister and of course to my Grandpa. They were married 64 years, a whole lifetime of love.

She was strong and feisty and incredibly talented. She painted and knitted and sewed – she sewed so well she made my wedding dress! She was absolutely selfless; she and my grandpa took the utmost care of my uncle after an severe accident thirty years ago which left him quite handicapped. My sister was just telling me that Grandma called her a few weeks ago, shortly after she received the news of her latest and saddest diagnosis, just to ask how Carolyn was doing with her new baby girl. She was the wrangling matriarch of our family, effortlessly hosting Christmas dinner and coordinating family photos for an ever-growing family every year since I was born. She was the queen of small touches – flowers from the garden in the bathroom all summer and ribbons tied around the napkins and silverware at Christmas.

And she made the best grilled cheese in the whole state of Maine, I’d be willing to bed.

I’ve been lucky enough to be staying with my sister while we’ve waited for news of the last days of my grandma’s life, so we’ve gotten to chat about how wonderful she was to us for a few days now. We’ve been talking about how incredible it is that we just loved calling her up for a chat, not many thirty-plus year-olds can say they get to do that – and truly enjoy it. She had a wonderful sense of humor and we always spent the half hour laughing and chatting. She was the token Republican in a whole family of Democrats, although we suspected that was mostly to be contrary. When I worked for Democratic congressional campaign, she changed her party affiliation just so she could vote in the primary, just because she was proud of her granddaughter running his campaign.

At eighty-eight she still kept a busy schedule – knitting clubs (to make hats and mittens for the homeless), book clubs, water aerobics and visits from kids and grandkids and friends. She completely inspired my theory that the key to a long life is to just keep moving. She was dignified and practical and always said exactly what was on her mind – which was rarely negative, but often hilarious. One time she asked my boyfriend at the time (previous to Michael 😉 what he thought of her implants. Ha! She meant her eye implants, but we’ve laughed over that interaction and his spooked expression for years.  maya-meets-ggs When Michael and I didn’t know whether or when we would be able to have kids, all I wanted was to have a baby girl and name her Maya Catharine, after my grandma. And to have my grandma still alive to meet her. Maya Catharine was many, many gifts, including that big one. When we met Maya we knew the name would be perfect for her. My grandma was tiny but mighty, just like our Maya Catharine will be!

Quite selfishly, I was also really set on having the first grandchild on my side, primarily because I felt that being the oldest grandchild was so great. I always felt like the favourite grandchild, which, of course, was my Grandma’s magic as well. She made each of her grandchildren feel like her favourite.

I remember the morning after we got Maya, calling my grandparents to tell them they were now great grandparents. My grandma, at 88, was out at water aerobics at the time, and when she returned my grandpa got to tell her that while she was out, they had become GGs!

I took these photos the day we finally got to introduce my Grandma Catharine to our Maya Catharine and both my grandparents were just so thrilled to meet her. (Maya was only eleven weeks old! She had so much hair but it hadn’t even started to curl yet!) I had waited for and envisioned that moment for so long and it was everything I had hoped for. They were thrilled to hold her in their arms and my Grandma kept saying how cunnin’ she was in her great Massachusetts accent. She couldn’t get over Maya’s dungaree top. She absolutely never called them jeans. maya-em-ggs maya-catharine-and-gg maya-and-ggrandpa The story of the past weeks and years wouldn’t be complete without recognizing the absolute love my grandparents shared for nearly 65 years, such an unfathomable and enviable amount of time they were able to share their lives. While I’m heartbroken that my Grandma has left us, the silver lining is that I have been wholly blessed watching my Grandpa’s love for her over the years, as well as watching him care for her so sweetly in her last weeks. He never left her side as he nursed her and held her hand, and he never stopped reminding us how strong and special she was, although we really couldn’t have forgotten. He’d shake his head and say, “She’s some lady, your grandmother,” his voice bursting with admiration and just a glimmer of a tear in his eyes at how lucky he was to have her.  maya-and-gg-meet I love this photo above. I think Maya Catharine looked right at Grandma Catharine and knew exactly what tiny but mighty looked like. I think they had a Catharine moment as Maya looked up at her. We’ll teach Maya everything else she needs to know about her namesake in the years to come. Her legacy of kindness and selflessness and spunk will absolutely be carried on in our girl. 

We loved her fiercely and will miss her fiercely. Xx

Happy Friday!

August 13, 2016

maya-swings Hello, friends! How was your week? Was it eight million degrees where you are? Maine was sticky and steamy, a painful reminder of what I have in store when Maya and I return to Houston in ten days. But at least there’s air conditioning indoors there! Today we drove to meet friends for lunch and in the space of an hour I watched the temperature gauge on the car go from 80 to 94! Positively stifling! Nonetheless, Maya and I had a nice little Friday adventuring. She’s learning so much so quickly at the moment. Today she said uh-oh! Twice! In context! And I’m pretty sure she’s close to understanding who mom-mom-mom is. She can certainly repeat it when she hears it. Words are going to be so fun!

We have a family wedding tomorrow evening, so Maya and I are making another car trip and hoping for just as many car naps as today! We’re also hoping for better weather than the forecast. It’s looking like it will be chilly and soggy for an outdoor tent wedding!

What are you up to this weekend? Here are a few interesting/terrifying/exciting things from around the interwebs. Enjoy!

Trump’s assassination dog whistle was scarier than you think. Ugh.

Great mom quotes to remember for when Maya’s older. I really loved be kind or be quiet. Goes well with When they go low, we go high. Both applicable so often!

The dangers of kissing newborns – the terrifying spread of the herpes virus.

The Clinton’s houses through the years.

A super roundup of well designed (of course!) Paris city guides from my friend Anne.

How to help a friend through infertility. Not sure I agree with all of these, but some of them ring true.

Hilarious stand-up act about choosing the state abbreviations. Very, very funny. (via DesignMom)

Happy weekend, everyone!

(Almost) 8 Great Years Married!

August 10, 2016

anniversary-8-years Saying we’ve been married for nearly eight years makes me feel rather old. But as my brother pointed out the other day, “We can’t all be child brides!” Or something like that. 😉

Since we won’t be together on our actual anniversary, Michael and I spent a night away together right before he flew back to Houston as an early anniversary present from my parents. They took care of Maya and we drove down to Portland for dinner, a sunset drink overlooking the city, and a night in a hotel. It was such a treat! I asked my dad to take a few photos of us all spiffed up before we left.  family-of-three And of course, a few photos with our happy Maya before we left her for the night. It was the first time we had both been away from her for the night since she was three weeks old! We loved the little break though, and of course it helped that we knew she was in great hands! Maya loves her grandparents and sometimes seems to prefer them! Could be something to do with the spoiling they’ve been doing already this summer! family-of-three-2 family-of-3-anniversary em-throwing-maya The light was so nice I snapped a few of Michael with Maya before we waved goodbye. She just learned to wave this week! It’s quite flappy and hilarious. Goes well with the incessant clapping we’ve also got going on. So much enthusiasm at ten months old! Michael won’t see her now for two weeks, so he was getting all his squeezes in.  mike-and-maya I love that she’s still so tiny and her little booty fits in Michael’s giant hand!  mike-and-maya-3 mike-and-maya-2 maya-and-grammy And big smiles for her Grammy as well. What a gift you are, sweet girl!

Happy early anniversary, handsome husband. What a wonderful, wild ride we’re on and I couldn’t ask for a better partner in it. Year eight is going to be hard to beat!

Zucchini Season / Easy Summer Side

August 9, 2016

honey-mustard-zucchini-recipe We took a pre-dinner China Village walk around the corner the other day to visit the neighbors’ goats and chickens. We left with a dozen eggs (the week’s delivery a day early) and a box of zucchini and summer squash. “We’re inundated!” They said. We gladly took a few off their hands. I remember that season from growing up, before the trees near my parents’ garden grew so big there was only shade underneath. My mom used to put a box down by the side of the road with a sign that said free! There was a lot of zucchini-crusted pizza and zucchini bread in those summer days.

Houston and Ireland may be different from Maine in the zucchini (or courgette) department, but this time of year in the northeast, zucchini is plentiful and bordering on overwhelming. Here’s an easy zucchini summer side we made a few weeks ago.

Honey Mustard Garlic Zucchini

Ingredients:

2 tablespoons olive oil

1 onion, sliced thin

2 zucchini, cut into 1/4 inch rounds

2 tablespoons honey mustard

1 tablespoon grainy dijon mustard

1 teaspoon garlic powder

1/4 cup chicken broth

Heat a nonstick skillet with the olive oil on medium heat. Add the onions, and then a few minutes later the zucchini. Let them cook until they start to soften. Add the two mustards and sprinkle over the garlic powder. Add the chicken broth and give it all a stir. Season with salt and pepper and let everything cook until the chicken broth reduces and the veggies are cooked but not too soft that the zucchini falls apart.

Bon appétit!

(p.s. Can you believe it? A post not about Maya or adoption or fostering? 😉 Shocking!

Happy Friday!

August 5, 2016

maine-sunset Happy Friday, friends! We’ve had a good week, with a few firsts for Maya (first playground swing!) mixed in with sunshine and one squishy baby niece. Maya turned ten months old yesterday…and promptly decided to show us that she could climb all the stairs to the top without anyone noticing. My heart nearly jumped out of my body when I found her clapping away to herself at the top step. She’s a speedy little thing and stealthy when she knows what she wants, so it’s baby gates and hawk eyes on her at all times from here on out.

We have California and Rhode Island family visiting us in Maine this weekend, so we’re excited for Maya to meet everyone. She’s much more fun in person than on Instagram, although she has certainly taken over my Instagram!

On a more serious note, we’ve been talking quite a lot (with heads in our hands) about the upcoming presidential election. It’s the first time since Obama was elected in 2008 that we will be in the country for election day, and that we have been in the country for the run-up to it and it’s heartbreaking to watch on a daily basis. I don’t talk much about politics here, despite having worked in political campaigns for several years before moving to Ireland, but this year is so different – and so personal.

I watched this New York Times video yesterday, a compilation of hateful clips from supporters inside Trump rallies, and just cried. Because you know who they don’t want in this country? Maya. And Maya’s birth parents. And anyone different, and people with darker skin. I often wonder what Maya’s life would be like if her birth parents, homeless Mexican immigrants, hadn’t been treated as second class in this country, if they hadn’t been instantly marginalized. It may not have mattered, but it may have made all the difference.

Sometimes we wish we were back in Ireland already and that we didn’t have to be faced with a political candidate’s hatred (and the 43% of the country who supports that hatred) every day. But most days I believe it’s important that we’re here to fully understand and feel what’s at stake, especially for our daughter, but also for all the daughters and sons – and to work hard to make sure that hatred and nationalism and protectionism don’t win in November.

Small rant over for now, but it probably won’t be the last before November. Fair warning!

And now, a few happier links for your weekend. I hope it’s sunny and happy!

Rev. Barber speaking inspirationally at the DNC last week. There were so many great speeches, including Michelle Obama’s of course.

The weird world of medical debt – and John Oliver buying and forgiving medical debt for pennies on the dollar.

You just got out of prison, now what? Such an inspiring read about two former prisoners driving around, picking up released prisoners and helping them reintegrate. And a follow-up on how the White House employed them to help with prisoners whose sentences have been commuted by President Obama.

A sweet school bus turned tiny home.

European countries taking new measures to lessen food waste – or put it to better use.

President Obama the feminist.

Happy weekend, everyone. xx