Sleeping with Santa

« Kaisla sleeps through her first meeting and photo with Santa, a cherished holiday tradition in the US. »

After what seemed like an eternity in limbo we finally moved into a house on Friday. It has been a long, stressful journey from packing and selling the house in Helsinki beginning in early September, my mother dying rather unexpectedly about the same time, living in a Residence Inn for two months, buying a car and driving in MA again, searching for a suitable home and buying one, not to mention being pregnant, giving birth and dealing with a newborn throughout the process. I think Jarkko and I have managed to squeeze in every major life event other than marriage and our own deaths into the past three months. Finding ourselves in a house filled with boxes of stuff that had been savaged by the US Customs/Homeland Security Department and the movers and a box springs too large to fit up the stairs was the crowning touch. I think I would be having a nervous breakdown presently if two of my sisters weren't coming to help us get settled in next week as it's nearly impossible to do anything with a baby who is frequently hungry and insists on being held by me most of the time.

And it is the holidays. People generally go bonkers around this time of year even without all the added extra stress. We had to go by the Home Depot hardware store yesterday for a few things and that was a shopping nightmare bar none given the crazed last minute holiday shoppers driving around in their SUVs.

All things considered though it has all gone remarkably well. The staff at the Residence Inn were so incredible to us that I find myself actually missing being there and my early morning coffee, newspaper and chat with the guy at the desk. Our real estate agent who, after we backed out of the first house we made an offer on, made sure we got the second one and has just been terrific all around. Friends here who saved our unprepared asses by lending us a few essentials for the baby since I went into the hospital the day we got the car and were planning on shopping for a few things for the yet-to-be-born Kaisla. And the neighbours who dropped by to welcome us to our new house and neighbourhood with chocolates, flowers and an adorable "Welcome to your new home" artwork from one of their toddlers. It's a bit overwhelming coming from Finland where many neighbours never said hello and avoided eye contact even after four years of living there. I don't know how to thank all these people enough. Even in the best situation, moving at this point was an insane proposition and I can't imagine how much more unpleasant it would have been without them.

Someday Kaisla may ask what it was like when she was born and we'll both probably glance at each other with a "where do we begin" look and show her the picture of her sleeping through her first visit with Santa. We took her to the mall to wait in line for an hour and I just kept looking at her in the pram sleeping so peacefully wishing for a less chaotic moment in our lives so we could really enjoy the fleeting time when she is so small. Hopefully things will quiet down now and life will return to some semblance of normal in a month or three.

Happy Holidays/Festivus/Christmas/Whatever and Happy New Year to each and all.

Slow Cooker

« Maybe this will explain what I've been doing for the last 10 months :) »

After 10 months of baking, we have a new dish: Kaisla. :) One of the first things to go when tired is the ability to string words together into sentences and complete thoughts so I haven't been doing much in the way of writing here or replying to email. To those who have sent email, please accept my apologies as I think about replying to the backlog every day and somehow manage to fail most of the time. Sleep deprivation is my constant companion. :)

In addition to the fun that comes with being host to a parasitic growth who takes over the space your vital organs once enjoyed, we also moved back to the US since Jarkko got a great job offer and though I had mixed feelings about returning I was happy to leave Finland. At some point I may elaborate on why I was, and still am, happy with our new location. Everything happened so fast that we barely had time to pull up stakes and say good-bye to everyone. We flew out of Helsinki only days before I wouldn't have been allowed to fly anymore so there wasn't a lot of time for much outside of moving and getting moved.

It is rather strange being back in the US, all the little things like the sucktastic mobile network and stone age banking system that you forget about when you leave, but living in Finland has made me appreciate being back home in ways I never would have expected. In spite of the terrible state of US politics, the people are so incredibly friendly ( in MA! ) which is both annoying and wonderful at the same time.

I'll likely be baking again once we move into our new house next week and I splurge on a Wolf stove I've been dreaming about for a long while. I will try not to gush too often over the baby, but I also swore I wouldn't buy her anything pink or cute and look how well that worked out. I suppose I'll have to go to Germany to find little black baby clothes and Docs for toddlers.

So...we're alive, well and back in the Hub. And soon I may try to form complex thoughts and sentences and put them here and possibly some pictures, too. Until then, you might find me in the aisles of the internet gushing over cute baby stuff that Kaisla is too young for but I get all squishy over anyway. Hormones. Fear them. :)