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Matt and I were together for 10 wonderful years - met in 1998, married in 2002, until his untimely death on November 15, 2008. We have two beautiful, healthy children - Jacob (born 5/04) and Sydney (born 5/07)... the most precious gifts he could have ever given me.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Last night...

A little while after I tucked the kids in last night, I could hear Jacob blowing his nose a lot which probably meant that he was crying. I went up to check on him, and sure enough...

Monday, December 10, 2012

Thirteen years ago.

As of tomorrow, December 11, it will be thirteen years ago that Matt proposed to me in Niagara Falls. One of the most thrilling days of my entire life. 1999...

Friday, December 7, 2012


Listening to Christmas music over and over with the kids has desensitized me to it, and I'm actually starting to enjoy it (to an extent). Plus, knowing I got my kids some of the things they've been asking for all year is making me look forward to Christmas morning.

I was remembering earlier today how Matt used to get a kick out of me with Christmas... He would say, "You gonna sleep tonight?" on Christmas Eve, and then he knew I would be awake before the kids on Christmas morning just waiting for them to wake up and start that magical day. It's been a while since I've thought of that, because it's been a while since I really felt it. But I think this year I truly have some Christmas spirit - especially because one of the biggest things that Sydney has been wanting has come to fruition... ballet lessons!

I talked to a lady from one of the places I called (the most reputable one in the area) and they have an opening! She can start the first week of January. So, I'm going to get her the ballet slippers, leotards and tights, and she'll open them on Christmas morning and then I'll tell her she will be wearing them at her ballet lessons. She'll flip!! I'm really looking forward to it for her, and even for me. It will give us both a chance to socialize more with people in our new town. We both need that desperately.

I've been drawing on my children's Christmas spirit and it's rubbing off on me. And we are all very blessed that I'm able to give them a Christmas to look forward to. I know there are so many that won't - for many reasons. I'm counting our blessings, and choosing to be positive in everything.

On a side note, I had a pair of Matt's sunglasses in the van and Sydney found them (of course). She asked whose they were and I told her, and she was even more enthusiastic about wearing them. Matt is like an invisible hero/celebrity to her. I don't know if that's healthy or not, but we're accepting it.

Matthew Richard Row, we all love you and miss you so much. I know you'll be with us on Christmas, and in between, as you have been right along. Thank you for your presence and guidance. I love you with every part of me!

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Jacob & Sydney things...

Sydney announced this morning, "I had a dream last night that I was riding Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer! YAY!! My first Christmas dream!!" So cute!

She has been talking a LOT about Matt. "Daddy" this and "Daddy" that. During a meal when I announced it was quiet time (she rarely has a thought that doesn't get verbalized, and as a result, is too busy talking to eat), she whispered with a smile, "I was dancing with Daddy in my head." She says she misses Daddy, that she wishes she had a daddy, did Daddy like this song? and it goes on and on. I know it's a stage, but it takes the wind out of me sometimes. I'm glad she's talking, though.

She is dying to take ballet lessons. Just to make sure, I asked her the other day that if she could choose between ballet, gymnastics or karate, which would she choose (since she's expressed an interest in all of those), and her answer is still ballet. Even though they are expensive, I'm looking into what's available in our area. I'm hoping to suprise her this Christmas by telling her she'll be taking lessons soon! She'd be great at it. She's strong, flexible, and loves to perform. I've been asking Jacob what sport he might be interested in, and he consistently says baseball. I'm trying to get information about the little league in our area, but haven't had any response yet... We've thrown a ball a few times and batted, and he has a knack for it. Matt was in little league for years, and he (of course) was great at it.

They seem ready to get involved in things like this, and now that we are truly settled, it's a great time to start. And a great way to meet new friends!

I have to do a brag on Jacob... He got on the honor roll this marking period. I guess that stuff starts in 3rd grade! He is doing SO well on his school work, and really loves school. As soon as he gets home, he dives right into his homework without me having to say a word. I'm so proud of him.

When I was decorating the house with the outdoor lights, there was a strand that wasn't working. I told him it probably blew a fuse. (I blew a ton of fuses in California trying to string too many strands of lights together until my neighbor finally told me you shouldn't string anymore than three of them together or you'll blow fuses. Oops!) Jacob found the little compartment on the lights that contains the fuse and figured out - completely on his own - that one fuse is active, the other is an extra. He took out the blown fuse and replaced it with the extra, and voila! I couldn't believe it.

The kid quotes very specific factoids from the things he reads all the time - things about science, space, etc. I'm starting to think he has a photographic memory. I've always wished I could retain information that well.

Oh! Something else I've been meaning to write down... A while back, we got into the van and something stunk. I said to the kids, "Ewww - something stinks in here!" And Jacob, without missing a beat, said dryly, "Must be the extra tuna sandwich I keep under my seat." HAHAHAHA!!!! Oh my gosh - I hadn't laughed like that in a long time!

The other day, Jacob, Sydney and our neighbor Jessica were all playing on the set in the backyard and Jessica kicked Jacob in the head by accident (walking underneath her while she was on the monkey bars). He came into the house running and screaming like a little banchee. (He was OK, by the way. He has a tendency to overreact. I could just feel Matt roll his eyes at the scene.) I thought it was time I sit him down.

I said, "Come on in, sweetie - we need to have a talk." We sat down on the couch, and I said, "This is sort of like a father-son kind of talk but since Daddy's not here to do it, I'm it. If you were on the playground at school and you got hurt and reacted like that, your classmates would probably make fun of you for acting that way. You're eight years old now. You've got to learn to shake it off, tough it out and move on. I know you can do it - you're a tough kid!" He totally got it and smiled proudly like I told him a big secret. Then I said, "Now as your mommy, I'm gonna give you a big hug." I think it went well. I know there are other important talks we need to have soon - like about drugs, for example. When the elementary school gives you a supply list at the beginning of the year with Purell crossed out because they caught some kids sniffing it, it's probably best to have that talk sooner rather than later.

I am constantly blown away by the things my kids do and say, and I really need to start writing them down more often!

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Skydiving & Dancing

Just remembered a crazy dream I had last night!

I skydived for the very first time, and after I safely landed, realized that I had no instructor attached to my back, and no one told me how to deploy the parachute. I remember jumping out of the plane and briefly remember the sensation of falling at a high rate of speed with the wind whipping my face and body. I intentionally skydived, which is something I would NEVER do in my waking life. Matt and his dad went together for the first (and last) time for his dad's 70th birthday, and while it was a really great moment for them and an experience never to be forgotten, that's just not for me.

What reminded me of that dream was standing on a step stool outside on my front porch hanging Christmas lights. Only had to take two steps down, and I was a teeny bit afraid of that height. I'm totally not a candidate for skydiving.

Then I had a separate dream that I was dancing with an ape at a party in someone's garage, hosted by some guy with long, crazy hair from an 80's band.

Don't even bother trying to make sense of that one! =)-

Christmas Music

It's that time of year, and today's the day... diging out the tree and all the rest of the crap that goes with it. The kids are having a BLAST, and we're listening to Christmas music as we deck the halls.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Makes sense!

I've been out of sorts lately, and not exactly sure why. Just feeling very low energy (I could sleep forever), unmotivated, unhealthy, and I'm starting to hate myself because of it. I decided it's time to kick myself in the ass.

I'm going to start working out. I'm joining a gym, and hopefully between getting my endorphins flowing, blood pumping and muscles strengthened, I'll start feeling better about myself.

It's actually kind of funny - when I was thinking about it earlier, I was thinking of how I would explain a return to working out, and what I came up with was:

"I haven't worked out regularly since before I got pregnant with my son - about nine years ago now. Had two miscarriages in between my son and daughter, and after I had my daughter, my husband died. Then I moved three times - twice across the country - and here I am. I'm battered and worn, and feel way beyond my years."

And then I wonder why I've been feeling like shit!  Hahaha!!!

Wish me luck...

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Hat Day.

Continuing with Spirit Week at school, today is Hat Day. Jacob decided to wear the hat that Matt wore often. He feels so good wearing it in honor of Daddy!

As an entertaining little side note, I recently learned that Jacob has declared Thursdays as "Camouflage Thursdays." He's been doing this for some time now. =)-

Wednesday, November 28, 2012


I'm not a religious person, but I do believe in God. I think God puts me in places that I need to be, and not just for me, but to help other people. Not sure where I'm going with this... It's just something in my heart that I wanted to write down.

Fancy Nancy

This week at school is "spirit week" where they have to dress a certain way each day. Monday was color day, yesterday was miss-match day, and today is character day where the kids have to dress as their favorite book character and bring a book to school with them.

Jacob already wore the one green shirt he had on Monday, so today he wore an orange shirt to go with the newt in one of his favorite books, Lizards Frogs and Pollywogs. We've been reading that book for YEARS, and every once in a while I'll quote something from it to the kids - their (and my) favorite is the Frozen Frogsicle. I've got it memorized.

Sydney just likes to dress up, so because she didn't have a book to go with her Cleopatra costume from Halloween, she decided to be Fancy Nancy instead. Dressed in all her bling, flowered headband in hair, neclaces, etc. So cute!

I've got to get back to posting pictures here....

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Catching up...

I have to say, it feels SO good to be writing again!

The kids and I LOVE our new place - been here since June and settled in just about as quickly here as we did when we moved back to our hometown in October of 2011. This is home to us and it feels right. It's mostly a rural setting - quite similar to what we had when Matt and I built our home (but way less taxes, lower cost of living, less traffic and a beach nearby). There's lots of space - in the house and outside - and we are on a road that is in a private community, so there is very little thru traffic. Our neighbors are great, too. Even our cat Penelope (the one that's left) loves being able to be outside and do things she instinctively loves to do. Pepe Le Pew ran away shortly after we moved here. We're not quite sure what happened to him... Penelope has gained weight since he's gone, though - he used to eat all the food and scare her away from the food dish. He tormented her a lot, too, usually biting her in the rear. =s

Jacob and Sydney are thriving in school. Jacob is in third grade now, and loves his teacher (she is young and pretty, so that might help), and Sydney is in Kindergarten. She only has half-days here, so it's like she's hardly in school.

Jacob is reading chapter books and is so into reading that his nose is always buried in a book. Right now, he's totally into the Box Car Children series. Right up his alley between trains, kids, and mysteries. He's also been very interested in space and technology. He can even explain how a super nova happens. He's also becoming quite the artist! He makes very detailed drawings, and does just one stroke movements. I remember sketching when I was growing up and I rarely made one continuous line the way I wanted it so I was always erasing and continuing the lines in short, jerky strokes. His are smooth, continuous and accurate.

The kid is part monkey and can climb like no one's business. It's nuts. Thank goodness for health insurance just in case! But he's pretty good at it so I don't worry too much. I've got to get him involved in a sport of some kind. I'm looking into options around here.

Sydney is learning to read and knows words beyond the sight words she's learning in school. She would know more if I'd have spent more time with her on reading - I feel a bit guilty about that. I was better about working with Jacob on things like that, but that was in our former life. I'm starting to get into a much better routine with the kids, though, and that is helping. She is so eager to learn to read and takes the initiative to pick out the words she recognizes in anything written around her, and she's always asking "what does *this* spell" and "how do you spell..." Her handwriting is pretty good already, too! It helps a lot that her brother has been such a positive example with his love of reading and learning. Thank goodness! She is interested in taking up gymnastics at some point, so again, something I'm looking into.

And NO MORE switching schools (at least until they move from elementary to middle to high school to college).

I invested quite a bit into a beautiful play structure in our back yard, so not much money is left to work with for lessons or sports at this point. There are only a few parks close by (still kind of a haul to drive to), and it's such a luxury to send the kids right into the back yard to play when I'm getting stuff done in or around the house. It attracts some of the other kids around our community, too, which has been fun.

The other reason I invested in such a great set is the guilt I felt getting rid of the one Matt made for them. After two moves, it was pretty much destroyed. The wood was warped and splitting, and was no longer safe. It broke my heart to dismantle it and I cried with almost every nail and screw I removed, and every piece of wood I brought to the curb.

There's a little girl that goes to their school who lives just a couple doors down from us, and she's a little sweetheart. She rides the bus home with Jacob in the afternoons (she's in 2nd grade), and I've been keeping her at our house until her parents come home from work. My kids love having her around and she loves being around them. Her mom watches my kids on Wednesdays when she's off so I can have one full day for errands, etc. Such a luxury! It's wonderful to have someone so close by that we can count on to help each other out.

We don't plan to travel for Christmas. While we miss our family and friends terribly, I just haven't had the desire or energy for anymore travel. At least for a while... Plus, we have really needed time to establish ourselves here and make this "home" once and for all. It's working!

And while I feel like our friends and family may feel somewhat abandoned by me, they will see in time that I'm finally getting myself together and settled enough that I can get back into their lives more regularly. I just have needed time to find my own.

Well, that's about it for now - more soon! xoxo

Monday, November 26, 2012

Road Rage

After I dropped off the kids at school this morning, I went to the store to pick up a few things. Got finished up and as I was waiting to pull out into traffic, a man was crossing the busy road in front of me (you know, I thought it'd be best to let him get at least get across my lane before running him over). Then I saw the opportunity to pull out. There was another mini van coming a good distance back from the other lane that had to slow down for the guy to cross the street but instead of slowing down, sped up and proceeded to nearly take me and the guy out. She was pissed because she had to slow down, when just up ahead anyway was a stop light. She's speeding by at about 60 mph, only to have to slam on her brakes anyway before hitting the traffic at the light. But yet somehow I did something to really piss her off, so she's gesturing nasty things to me.

I looked at her in disbelief that she got so worked up over something so stupid. I mean, she's making punching motions at me and everything! Would she do that if she was standing in front of me with no metal or glass separating us? Probably not.

As I watched her carry on, I could feel my blood pressure rise and I thought of all the different ways I could respond. Instead, I decided to just (in the kindest way I could muster) gesture to her to calm down, and left it at that.

She's older than me - she should know better. And, she's driving a mini van. Does she have a child in the car while she's gesturing and saying all those nasty things? Is she so worked up that she'll end up in an accident because she's so bent out of shape? And again, would she do that if she was standing in front of me?

I've been making a real concerted effort to have more control over my reactions to people and events, and this morning, I was pretty proud of myself for not flipping her the bird and actually wishing her well instead of harm.

I've got a little decorative piece of paper in the bathroom by the mirror (so I see it every day) that says, "Be the change you want to see in the world" by Mahatma Ghandi, and I'm really trying to live by it. It ain't easy.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Almost lost my blog...

Jacob must have tried signing into my Google account using his birthdate, and Google disabled the account saying I wasn't old enough to have one and required me to prove my age. They also said they would delete the account in 30 days if I didn't offer proof.

After a panicky day and a half and lots of different attempts at recovery, it finally worked! PHEW!!

Poor Jacob, though. I asked him if he tried signing into the Google account, and it was written all over his face. I was upset and he felt awful (ran upstairs crying), and I tried keeping myself in check (that damn perspective, you know) and let him know that even though I'm upset, he is still more important to me than my blog. He was relieved when I got it back, too!

Speaking of accounts, does anyone know how my blog ended up on a different URL? Apparently it's worth a lot of money, too... Any ideas on how to remedy this? It makes me uncomfortable... Here's the link for it:

Organizing and Thanksgiving

Finding those cards is a testament to how much I've been organizing in my new home. I had all kinds of cards and miscellaneous stuff just shoved in boxes for a few years and that's where they've remained through all of our moves. Same with our tools and other things from the garage. There were nails, screws, nuts, bolts, picture hanging things and all kinds of other random stuff just thrown into boxes with very little order. Until now.

I went to Home Depot and got a thirty-something drawer organizer for all those tiny items and got everything - down to every little nail - organized. Got another heavy duty shelf for the garage for bins, hung those peg boards (or whatever they're called) for even more organization. I can't tell you how good it feels, and I know Matt's probably happy about it (he's probably thinking it's about damn time!). It's actually nice to go into the garage now, and I can usually find what I'm looking for, too!

Thanksgiving was a couple of days ago and the kids and I had been going to Arizona for Thanksgiving the last four years, but since we were just there in September for Matt's brother Jeff's wedding, we stayed home this time. And I cooked a turkey for the very first time! It turned out pretty great, actually. I prepared a tasty brine for it and had it soaking in it all night before. Had the traditional sides - stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, salad, and this delicious orzo dish that Matt's mom had given me the recipe for. Everything was home made except for the desserts.

It was weird not being with the Row family this year for Thanksgiving. The kids and I missed them a whole lot, and they missed us, but we were all ok.

The kids and I have been feeling very grateful for our blessings, and have a lot to be thankful for. It's nice to finally get to the point where I can feel thankful again.

Like a commenter said in my previous post, I think Matt was saying hello with those cards, and in other little miscellaneous ways over the last week. In fact, one of the cards he gave me said, "Just say when and where and I'll ALWAYS be there!" Bittersweet...

Monday, November 19, 2012

I found all the cards he gave me!! I KNEW I had them somewhere!

Thursday, November 15, 2012

It's four years today.

I can hardly believe that amount of time has gone by, yet sometimes it feels so fresh. I think I've written that same thing in previous years about this day... I'm guessing that it means no matter how much time passes, my feelings about this day likely won't change.

I've been having some pretty vivid flashbacks this month. Like things that happened just before his death, and just some random things about him I had forgotten. It brings him right back to me, which is cool. Sometimes those moments catch me off guard and throw me and cause me to crumble, but I'll never regret having those moments, because to me, it means his spirit is with me. I'll take that any way I can get it. 

Some things I've learned over these last four years have been extremely valuable. First, having had this experience gives me certain tools. It's a bittersweet thing... When you have a friend facing this kind of devastation, one of the worst feelings is that of helplessness. I now have some tools that can put me in a better position to help, even though there's nothing that can take away the pain. Unfortunately, I have had several friends go through this over the last four years (a couple just recently), but hopefully I've been able to help them through a little. 

I also have a good friend who is faced with her own mortality with breast cancer. Having such an intimate relationship with death through Matt's loss also has helped me to deal a bit better with her situation. I feel like I can talk more freely about things that most people are afraid to verbalize. I also know that death isn't the end all. In this case, I don't know if it's necessarily helped her, but it's helping me a little...

I feel more of a sense of responsibility to use what I've learned to help more than I could have before, and while that's hard, it's rewarding. And it helps to make Matt's loss not such a waste. It proves that something good really can come out of something so bad. 

Soaring Spirits Loss Foundation has been an integral part of getting me through and giving me a lot of these resources to help others facing a major loss. I can't talk about this stuff and not mention them. They are amazing, and I've met so many wonderful people and made lifelong friendships through them. 

Another huge lesson I've learned over these years is how to live, and do it mostly without fear. I've moved three times - twice across the country, and the third time over several states. I NEVER would have thought I'd do it once, let alone three times! My kids have been troopers, and we've been on one "adventure" after another. Our adventures from here on out will include travel (not as much as before, though), but no more moving. Thank GOD. I am SO over that. 

There's an inner strength I never knew existed that lives in me. And the more time that goes by, the stronger it seems to get. Just the simple fact that I survived four days let alone four YEARS with Matt's loss is a miracle to me, and I'm finally able to say I'm pretty damn proud of what I've been able to accomplish during that time. Primarily, raising my happy, healthy kids. 

I've lost a certain innocence through all this. It's like Eve taking a bite of the apple, except someone whipped the apple at my head - I didn't voluntarily take a bite... My eyes have been opened and I've gained some important life knowledge, wisdom and perspective. The kind that most old people have. The kind that makes me want to roll my eyes at other grown-ups around my age who have their priorities all out of whack. I'm FAR from perfect, and I've made mistakes and I know I will make more, but this is one thing I feel like I have going for me. 

The most important thing in life is love. Love never dies, and one's capacity to give love and receive love is absolutely limitless. This is perhaps the biggest lesson I've learned so far. 

I miss my husband with everything in me, and I will continue to do so until I take my last breath. But I'll always be grateful for the time we had together and the amazing gifts he has given me - in life and in death.

And I will always hate November 15th. 

Thursday, November 8, 2012


You would think after four years, Novembers would get easier...

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

I owe everyone an apology and a thank you. First, although I announced I was back (and I truly thought I was at the time), stuff came up and side tracked me (I'll elaborate on some of the "stuff" in a later post). Second, I have gotten numerous emails requesting to follow my new blog on Andrea Revitalized, which I have yet to post one, single post on. I don't know if I even will. This kind of is "home" to me, and I don't know if I even have a desire to write there.

The emails I have gotten really, truly touched me. It means so much to me that so many wonderful people have such an interest and genuine concern with what's happening with the kids and I, and that I've reached so many with just what I've written here. It was so nice to get a little peek into the lives of the people that have been reading about us. I haven't had a chance to reply to one email yet in all this time, but that doesn't mean I haven't thought about each and every one I've received. I just haven't been good at returning emails, phone calls, etc. with all that's been going on the past - well, year. At least.

We've moved again (in June), and the kids and I are happy where we are. I think we have finally found "home." We have been busy getting settled, starting yet another new school and finding another "normal" for us. This is the last move until the kids go off to college or they move out for some other reason. We are all happy here and once again, we have been blessed with wonderful neighbors. I'm even finally getting settled enough that I just bought a calendar and for the first time in nearly 4 years, I'm updating it with birthdays, anniversaries, and all other important dates I want and need to remember. I even sent my sister's birthday card out BEFORE her birthday. I don't think I've sent anything out on time before either the due date (like bills, for example) or the actual date of someone's birthday. Terrible, I know. But this just goes to show I'm finally getting my act together!

As a more recent update, we faired extremely well with Hurricane Sandy and somehow managed to not even lose power. All is well here, and I feel very blessed for our good fortune!

I'm sorry this is brief, but I wanted to at least let everyone know we're still alive and kicking, and doing well!

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Andrea Revitalized

Thank you for all of your wonderful suggestions in my last post about coming up with a creative name for my new blog!  I decided on something a bit different from your suggestions, but since most of you had my name as the first word, I thought maybe it would be best to keep that. So, "Andrea Revitalized" it is.

Also, I've given some thought as to inviting some readers, but I think in order for me to do this, I will need email addresses - many of which I don't have. So, if you're interested in being added as a reader, please send me an email to Please forgive me if I don't add everyone who requests, since this is primarily a private blog. Also, I think there may be a limit as to how many readers I add. 

I will occasionally post here, and I have a few posts brewing, so please stay tuned! =)

Monday, August 6, 2012


What would be a creative name for my new blog? I'm stumped!

Post your ideas in a comment, and whoever has the title I end up using (if I still can't come up with one on my own) will be added as a reader. Ready, GO! =)

A fresh view.

Thank you so much for welcoming me back with so much love!

This blog has been such an incredible source of therapy for me through my journey of Matt's loss, even though it wasn't created for that purpose. In my efforts to finally truly get the fresh start that I've been working for the last three and a half years, that must also include a fresh start with a new blog.

Andrea Remembers is public, and will continue to remain public since I've had many people express to me how much it has helped them to read my entries. So many can identify with what I've written, and it brings comfort that I don't want to take away. To think I've helped even just one person simply with the words I've written makes me happy.

Although I generally don't go back and read my entries, I'm in a different place in my life now - in so many ways, and I'm very grateful. A new blog needs to have a whole new look so that when I go to my computer to write, I have a fresh view, and not the one I saw whenever I would write while in the depths of despair.

Also, I can't seem to write when I feel I need to censor my thoughts. I've felt the need to censor since there are more than just people reading this for emotional validation or to see how the kids and I are doing.

Each and every comment I've received from my readers has been appreciated more than you can know, even if I don't post a response (I always have intentions to do so, but I get distracted so easily!).

My new blog will be private, and I have to be selective with who I choose to view it. I hope no one takes offense to that, but that is what I need to continue writing. For now, anyway. Who knows what the future has in store - like, perhaps a book.... or two. I have SO much to say about a whole lotta things!! 

In the meantime, I have a few more posts under my sleeve for this place.  Thank you so much for reading!!


Monday, July 30, 2012


I'm going to make my blog public again for my fellow widows and widowers, and anyone else genuinely concerned with the well-being of my children and me. To the others (corporate and legal drones), well, you can kiss my lily white behind.

Not sure if I feel comfortable disclosing my deepest emotions and all the details of what's going on in my life, but I may at least begin writing something again... Soon. I'm busting at the seams.

I've missed this place!!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Continuation, Part I

The kids and I settled in quite quickly to our new place - after all, we're familiar with the people and places, and we fell into a routine. Sydney is attending the preschool that Jacob used to go to before we moved to California, and Jacob picked right up with his second grade class at his new school. Both are doing phenomenally well - even despite the upheaval of moving after beginning the school year in California. Thank God kids are so resilient!

Our next flight was from Buffalo to Arizona to be with Matt's family for Thanksgiving - our annual tradition, no matter what part of the country we're living in. This time, I remembered to fully charge my laptop for movies, brought new coloring books and activities to hold the kids' attention, and everything was going swimmingly! They were being so good.

We were maybe about an hour from landing (after an almost 5 hour flight), and the next thing I know, the passenger sitting in front of Jacob stood up, turned around, whacked Jacob on the head and said something along the lines of, "Stop pushing the back of my seat, you little bastard!"

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Where to begin?!?

Because I've waited so long to update, I'm overwhelmed with all the things I need to catch everyone up on! I suppose I'll start with the flight from LA to Buffalo - especially now that the trauma of the experience has worn off and now I can finally laugh about it...