It has been a hectic week. Arrived in KL on Saturday morning. Parents held a belated open house to celebrate the Eid on Sunday. Sunday night was spent with friends celebrating a union. Monday onwards, lunches and dinners out with friends and family, enjoying the food, the company, and the gossip. D and I are heading out to Delhi this evening, and we are still not over our jet lag. Our little unit is following S's lead, who unfortunately falls asleep at 6pm and wakes at 2.30am to play. We quickly realised that it is much better to just remain jet lagged until S gets over hers. My poor parents (or should I say the poor maid) will soon realise that the grandot's smile may not be as adorable at 3am. It will be our first seperation. While we look forward to the adventure, we know that we will miss her terribly. I wonder if she will miss us. I hope my parents realise that S does not like to be rocked to sleep as she prefers to lie flat in bed. I hope they remember that if she does not like food, she projectile vomits...but will smile as we clean her and surrounding area. I have a feeling that the next 10 days will feel like a lifetime.

Good neighbours

Last year, on December 2, D and I bought our first home together. The day after we closed, we went away to Rome and Tunisia for 3 weeks. We came back, celebrated Christmas, then we were off again somewhere. I forget where. Then I was forced to hybernate until S was delivered. Then we were off to KL and Madrid for a month. Since we have lived here, we have not stayed home for more than 3 weekends in a row, so it has been difficult cultivating friendships. We have been extremely lucky though as we have the best neighbours. Our immediate neighbours, D and C have two grown boys, A and L. A is a sophmore in college down south and L is in a boarding school in New England. They have two dogs. They have lived on this street for 15 years so know all the dirt on everyone...current and past residents included. Their immediate neighbours, J and S, also have 2 kids, A who is the most adorable 3 year old and L, the most charming 5 month old you will ever meet. J and S are closer to us in age, and very generous with parenting advice. They are also our Desperate Housewives buddies. We go over to theirs on Sunday with a bottle of wine, order Chinese and watch DH. They also very kindly DVR (like Tivo) our shows when we are away. We leave them our keys when we are away. D and C watch our house for us, and S comes in the day we get home to turn up our heat. Between the 3 households we have shared dozens of bottles of Sam Adams Ale and Pinot Noir, and tried every sushi/chinese takeaway within a 20 mile radius. When you have a baby, and drink, the home is where you socialise. When you don't have the time to cultivate friendships (and as you get older it does get much harder), having great neighbours is a blessing. When you don't have family in the city/state/country/continent....neighbours are your new family.

This time last year

Life is fleeting, that I know. Time flies, I know. It is the what seems to be super-sonic speed at which time flies and life fleets that amazes me. December last year I was preggers, on a "last hurrah" trip with D before I was to be grounded by my Ob/Gyn. December last year I was doing this...



With him...



Sleeping in this...



5 months preggers, having to pee here...



While I look back fondly (and sometimes longingly) at December 2005, I can't wait for December 2006. What adventures lie ahead..

S (44 days old) and D in Martha's Vineyard

D works at home most of the time, and I work at home all of the time. At home, our computers are on 24/7. We take our computers everywhere. We are both addicted to email and have been to the most obscure internet cafes in the world to get our fix. We realised our attachment to our computers was unnatural when we were camping in an oasis in the Sahara. We needed some light as we were in absolute darkness and needed to pee. It took us five minutes to agree on whose computer would be used to illuminate our way..battery power was precious. I lost out as D had a paper to finish...which he did... in the tent, in the middle of the Sahara (did I mention that he is a workaholic?).

S is getting quite jealous of our computers. She is fascinated by them, yet realises that they take our attention away from her. We may have to get her one of her own soon.

What I have have have to do every day is check my email and check my downloads. By this I mean I go to this site. With every new download, I feel like my existence has been affirmed. My work has been recognised, therefore I am.

Motherhood has changed me. Motherhood has changed my life. How much I have changed, and how much my life has changed will be shared in due time. In the meantime, Will Farrell has summed it up well.

"No one tells you how much attention these little children need. They can't do anything for themselves. They can't clean, they can't make money for you. They just sit around and break stuff. I'm waiting for it to get better."

If Sash were a Bond Girl, her name would be Pissy Galore. I marvel at how heavy her diaper gets sometimes. Does not make me want to change her more often. Just makes me greatful for the wonders of new diaper technology. What did parents do before the discovery of that marvelous gel in diapers?

It's raining outside. There was a tsunami warning on the west coast. Up to 200,000 people in Vancouver without power. Luckily it isn't that cold (for November). Back home, D and I have stocked up on firewood and flashlights in the event of such a disaster. I used to think that if you had gas powered furnaces, only the lights would be affected in the event of a power outage. Then someone pointed out that electricity is needed to "trigger" the furnace. So now we have firewood at home, just in case. I sometimes wonder what I would do in a War of the Worlds situation. Would I be strong and do whatever it takes to survive, or would I just shrivel up and wait for the aliens to nuke me?

Spent the morning in Yorkville...again. Yesterday was "Culture day" and today, as I have told S, is "Handbag day". I have been on the hunt for that transition handbag, which is smaller than a diaper bag, yet large enough to stuff in a bottle and a diaper, maybe even a small bottle of strained organic mangoes and pears. Not an easy task for many reasons. It has to be durable enough for those milk spills. It cannot be too "precious" due to those same milk spills. I am short hence for me, there is a fine line between handbag and handluggage. It needs to be roomy, yet small-ish. It needs to be zipped up as am wary of pick-pockets and things falling out as handbag is stuffed under plane seat. It is to be my Christmas pressie from D. He doesn't know this yet. We have an arrangement where we buy birthday and Christmas presents in advance, whenever something catches our eye (preferably somewhere we can claim back taxes paid). My birthday is after Christmas, but D bought my present last July. I will probably get him his Christmes present in India, where he will fall in love with some ridiculously ugly and ornate sculpture/painting/piece of furniture that I will hate (ok, detest), but will also love (ok, tolerate) because of his enthusiasm. My compromise will be my Christmas present. My buying said ugly souvenir will be his birthday present 2007. My having to put up with his "Isn't that (insert ornate sculpture/painting/piece of furniture) just awesome!!" ev-e-ry-time he looks at it is priceless.

Dirty Laundry

S is watching a children's show. The cartoon characters are speaking French, well, Canadian French. She seems to be enjoying the show. Yes, she watches alot of TV. When I was preggers I swore to myself that she would not watch TV as a child. That lasted for about 2 months, as she became more active and slept less. I needed to keep her entertained and she had not yet learned how to enjoy toys. So in came the Baby Einstein DVDs. She enjoys the colours, the music, and the scenes of toys in action. I feel less guilty when I have to ignore her for hours as I do my work. I am lucky though, as I notice she is enjoying her toys more by the day (and her Daddy keeps adding to her collection every day) and she is not fussed when there is no TV. She is read to every day, although it is getting more difficult for us to keep her from wanting to shove the pages into her mouth. Ah well, at least she enjoys books...eating them for now, and hopefully reading them later.

The sheets are covered with organic sweet potato and chicken casserole. One drawback of travelling with a baby is having to leave behind the bulky equipment such as high chairs and jolly jumpers. We use the jolly jumper to tire her out and it is much easier to feed her in her high chair. But on the bright side, sheets are changed every day in hotels. Hope the maids realise that the orange stains aren't skid marks..hmmmm.

Off to the Royal Ontario Museum to catch the Italian Arts and Design: The 20th Century Exhibition. Then maybe lunch in a nice cafe in Yorkville.

The family reunion went extremely well. Dr C was in a jovial, and more importantly, flush mood, so dinner for 10 was had at a landmark (ie overpriced but with ambience) prime rib restaurant…only seafood option…lobster. Wine flowed as we chatted, caught up with gossip and made plans for Christmas 06/Summer 07. D’s nieces had only just arrived as their flights were delayed and cancelled. Just like ours were as we headed to Toronto on Sunday afternoon. One gripe I have about US airlines, is the extremely bad service. The ground crew service is excellent most of the time, and I can understand their cheap, or rather non-existent on-flight service where food/drink has to be bought ala budget airlines. What I hate hate hate are the delays and cancellations. We only found out our flight to Toronto was cancelled after we were comfortably seated watching CNN in the lounge, with 30 minutes to go before boarding. No announcements….silence. I only discovered the problem on my way to top up my shortbread supply…ah yes, the rations in the lounges are equally dire. As we scrambled to get on an alternative flight we were told to rush to another terminal, to confirm our seats on another flight operated by another airline leaving 4 hours later than our original flight. This has happened to us many many times on United…lets not talk about missing luggage (which is hell when I have S’s diapers, formula and food packed in said missing luggage)…that we don’t even get angry anymore. We are resigned to, and have expected, atrocious service from US airlines for some time now. (I do acknowledge that I have not flown internally in ex Soviet Union, Africa or South America so I am sure there may be even worse airlines). Luckily we got our seat and waited it out in yet another lounge..this time they had carrot sticks…yay.

During our wait, D decided to change S’s diapers in the men’s loo. As I was reading my Sunday edition of the New York Times, I heard a blood curdling cry…which went on for quite a while (there were curious stares directed at men’s loo door) . I thought of checking up on D, but just as I was about to take a break from reading an extremely interesting article about tourism in Zimbabwe…a nice man came up to me and said “There is a lot of screaming, but everything is under control”. I continued reading and D and S came out a few minutes later…slightly teary, but diapered up. I would like to say that I had full confidence in D handling the situation…which I did, but I have to admit that I continued reading because I was more confident that had there been a problem, he would have been out of there is a flash seeking back-up support. And it was an interesting article…

Cloud Gate

It is nearly midnight. I am in a hotel room in Chicago, starving and trying to figure out where the room service menu is. As much as I would like to walk outside on the Magnificent Mile to locate a deep dish pizza or two, it is raining cats and dogs out and snow is expected later. This is my second time in the Windy City and Sasha's first (well, she was a foetus the last time we were here). My favourite thing to do in Chicago? Just walking around the Cloud Gate...wishing I had one at home. If I win the lottery, I would buy it (commissioning Anish Kapoor would be too easy) and put it in my garden. It would be mother of all garden ornaments non? In line with my "what would I buy if I am richer than Oprah" train of thought, I sometimes also ask myself where I would choose to live if I were this power hungry superpower who somehow ran the world. The last time it was Medici Palace I think...with the David as my bedside sculpture. When I dream, I dream big.

We are here to have a sort of family reunion. Dr C is here for the American Heart Association meetings. I will be meeting D's half brother and his two daughters for the first time ever, and D's sister will also be here with her family. We are spending the day together tomorrow then back our seperate ways. Should be an interesting day.

Testing the waters

Has it been nearly a year and a half?? On a whim, I woke up this morning and decided to look at this blog. Ok, not really a whim. D woke up early (for us, 8am is dead early), kept pestering me to join him for breakfast (ie cook him breakfast), and so here I am at 10am reading about my past life. Funny, it seems like a lifetime ago when I was so upset that I could not find accomodation in Dublin, when I went shopping in Milan with my fuddies (fag buddies to those not in the know..and before I am accused of being horribly politically incorrect...they came up with the term themselves...so there!), when I spent ages haggling in Shanghai. And so...here I am, a lifetime later. Or should I say a life later.

In brief, from Milan, D and I moved to Troy, NY. We are still here. We had a baby. S is the most adorable baby in the world, but then look at her parents. I submitted my thesis. Still waiting for a defense date, but I FINISHED MY THESIS!!

I think I shall maintain this blog. I have of course lost all my blogfriends...wonder what happened to them?? I am not really a nomad anymore...well, at heart at least. We still travel loads, but for me, home is where D and S are. I am still wondering...so yes, I shall maintain this blog. And now, I introduce to you...S.



Note: While very much a princess, we do not normally dress her as Princess Leia. Only for Halloween...