Good Morning Baltimore! 

We arrived in Baltimore at approximately 1am. Cupcake was still awake. We pulled into our neighborhood and saw a family of three deer pass in front of us. My first thought was “Well at least our patronuses have arrived.” (Harry Potter for the win!) 

We set up the blow up mattress and snuggled in for our first night. We awoke to a beautifully sunny day in our new home!

  Now to just have all of our stuff delivered… 

Thank You Dunkin Donuts! 

Our movers arrived on May 19th to pack up our house. I bought them all Dunkin coffees because Connecticut runs on Dunkin’ (and I want to keep my CT pride going as long as possible!). 

They finished midday. We had dinner. We said goodbye to our families and friends and hopped in the car. Chris got stuck with the kitties (who meowed nearly the whole way even though we medicated them!). I had Cupcake. 

We left at bedtime to allow her to sleep the whole way. Observant little girl probably noticed the fact that our home was pretty empty when we left and barely slept. She mostly cried. Except when we stopped at a rest stop. The sweet lady at Dunkin’ took pity on the mom ordering a large French Vanilla coffee (almond milk and sugar, please) at 9pm and offered Cupcake a munchkin. Her FIRST munchkin. 

Mommy, what are you doing to me?

Glazed donut for the win

Needless to say…today’s momming is brought to you by Dunkin’ Donuts.  

Packing Up is Hard to do

Moving is not the the faint-hearted. It’s emotional and hard. Packing isn’t necessarily fast. It’s amazing how much stuff you accumulate! We relentlessly cleaned out our house prior to our move. We took more trips to Savers to donate things than I can count! We held a giant tag sale. We gave away items to friends and family. We really purged all of our things quite well. 

But my oh my, there still was so much! Packing took us a long time. Cupcake didn’t make it easy to get much done, so we worked a little every day for two months straight. It amazes me to even look back at it all. It felt like it would never get done! 

Living among the boxes became normal.  

stacks of bins…

Packing took us a long time because we wanted unpacking to be easy. We (I) google’d a million tips and tricks to make packing easier. 

Some of it helped (leave your closet clothes on a hanger and cover with garbage bag. Simply rehang in new closet and cut off bag. No need to individually take each item off the hanger!). Some of it didn’t (color-code boxes. You still had to label them and the moving company was more confused by the color-code than if we had just written on it). 

All in all, packing remains a task I’d rather not have to do for a very long time! 

Some other beginning’s end…

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. -“Closing Time” Semisonic

Leaving our first home was very bittersweet for me. We had lived there for four years and so much had changed in our lives. 

When Chris and I decided to move in together, my parents were wonderful enough to let us move into my grandparents’ old house. It was the house my dad was raised in and it held so many fond memories for my whole family. Although my grandpa passed away before I was born and my grandma died when I was in sixth grade, that place always made me feel so connected to them. 

Moving into that home with the man of my dreams was amazing. We had not been dating long, but we already knew we would get married someday. Within three months of moving in together, we were engaged. That house saw us move from boyfriend and girlfriend, to engaged, to married. 

It was the home where we experienced medical school and my first years as a teacher. 

It was the home where we decided we were ready to be parents. It’s where I found out I was pregnant. It was the place we brought Cupcake home to. And in a flash, it was time to leave. 

And leaving is hard. 

Leaving is hard because it is not just four walls. This place holds four years of memories with my husband, but dates back to my grandparents. They were the original owners. That house is my family. 

But, a new beginning is ahead of us. So while I am saddened to leave our first home behind, there are so many joyous memories that it will always be part of our story. 

Moving Fear 

This is kind of embarrassing to admit, but moving scares me a little. You see, I grew up in Connecticut in an amazing town. Great schools, great people, lots to do. I was never the kid who hated my hometown. I loved it. 

My dad also grew up here. My grandparents’ house was only a mile away. It definitely made me feel proud to attend my father’s alma mater for high school. I hoped my children would do the same.  

I never ventured far. I went to UConn for college. It was safe and comfortable here in my home state. I started my teaching career in this same town. To add to it, most of my closest friends were from childhood and they, too, had stayed. There was no reason to leave. 

Until there was… 

Match Day!

My sweet husband placed for his medical residency in Maryland. 

I am SO proud of him, but also incredibly scared. I have never moved before. What will that be like? Will I make friends? 

I am a stay at home mom. My job is, by definition, at home. What am I going to do in a new place? A new home? With no friends? And no family? 

And despite all these fears, I feel quite certain that this is surely the start of a grand adventure! 

Easter “Eve” Reflections 

The past month has been an absolute whirlwind with barely a second to breathe. Major change is coming for our little family and tonight is the first chance I’ve had to even take it all in! 

My husband received his medical residency assignment at an amazing program. I still cannot believe in one month he’ll officially be a doctor! I am so proud! However, this placement takes us six hours from our family and friends. I have lived in the same town my whole life, and I love it here! I went to the same high school my dad went to. We currently live in the house my grandparents used to own. And now we’re moving! 

Moving brings such excitement as I can’t wait to explore a new part of the country. It also brings nerves as my hubby will be working an insane schedule and I’ll need a support network. Thankfully, one of my closest friends and her fiancée are also moving to the area, so I won’t be totally alone. But, still, I am afraid. 

So it seems apropos that the night before Easter, we get the news that we were approved for the place we really wanted to live. We had seen a few properties online, but when the opportunity for a viewing for this place came up, we hopped in the car after lunch and made our way down. I am so grateful that it all worked out. 

Easter has always been one of my favorite holidays as it signifies rebirth and hope. Even in the darkest moments of my life, hope and faith have gotten me through. Every stumbling block has been a cleverly disguised detour to a better destination. 

It is no mistake this news came through today. My hubby and I were slightly sad that this was our last big holiday as residents of our home state. However, this news is a reminder that we are always being looked out for and guided toward a better path. 

I am so excited to celebrate Easter this year with Cupcake. Here she is as just an itty bitty little thing.   

photo credit: Michelle Williams photography


Last Easter she was  just a few weeks old and my life was a blur. I stumbled to church with no makeup, no time to brush my hair, and whatever clothes were within reach. I was a mess. Here she is on Easter ( one of my only pictures from that day!) : 

 And yet, Easter is filled with such joy that everyone overlooked the bleary-eyed parents and graciously focused on our little cherub instead. I sadly don’t think I even remembered to send the Easter Bunny a birth announcement as Cupcake had no Easter basket. I felt like a major failure there, but I knew at church I’d be home. But this year, she will be celebrating with a big basket since the Easter Bunny felt so bad! 

More importantly, the day of joy and hope stands before us to show us that we are loved and cared for. No matter which path you walk, know you are loved. There is hope. Whatever troubles you have can be lifted up and you will be provided for! 

Happy Easter! Hallelujah, hallelujah!