Snow, Chocolate & Surprises

The last week has been one of mixed emotions.  Feelings of immense joy and celebration, combined with feelings of frustration and claustrophobia.  Unless you've been under a rock in the US, you know that New England has experienced an unprecedented amount of snow in the last three weeks.  It's been absolutely, unbelievably insane and I have two boys suffering from severe cabin fever to prove it.

I know one day we'll look back on this and say, "We survived!", but in the meantime we've been doing our best to keep our sanity.  In the last two weeks we've taken the boys to the Boston Children's Museum, the Museum of Science, baked a variety of treats, and celebrated Valentine's Day. 



The family that shovels snow together, goes stark-raving mad together.

On Thursday, we discovered that we are, in fact, having a Baby Girl!  I literally screamed when the ultrasound tech told us.  Like, "I just won a car" scream.  John proceed to smile ear-to-ear for the rest of the day.  I have caught him several times staring off into space.  When I ask him if he's okay, he just responds, "I cannot believe we're having a girl!"



I'm a girl!

S has been adamant that we were having a girl since the beginning.  When you asked him, "Is the baby in Mommy's tummy a boy or a girl?" he, without fail, would always respond "It's a baby girl!"  He would also say that he had a baby in his tummy, so I wasn't inclined to trust his judgment.  When we came home from the appointment I said, "S, you were right!  We're having a baby girl!"  He responded with a simple "I know!" 

L usually responded to the same question with, "Uh, it's a bulldozer!"

 

Creepy open mouth shot.  She kept opening and closing her mouth and waving her hands.

To celebrate our Big News and stave off snow poisoning, I did two things.  First, I baked a very large chocolate cake with a cream cheese frosting filling and chocolate buttercream frosting on the outside. 

I experimented with all new recipes.  The cake was good, but not as moist as I had hoped.  In my defense, I have an incredibly low-grade oven that makes baking tricky.  You can find the cake recipe here.  The cream cheese frosting was fantastic, and that recipe can be found here.  And the chocolate buttercream has to be one of the best I've ever had.  Seriously.  My only regret is that I didn't make a double batch in order to really cover my cake (recipe here). 

The second thing I did, was go shopping.  I had no idea it would be so fun to shop for dresses that I don't have to give to someone else! 

Her Summer 2015 wardrobe is under way!

Gypsy

You may have wondered to yourself why I chose to name my blog "Modern Mormon Gypsy".  Even if you haven't, I'm about to explain it! 

Modern:  I like to think of myself as a modern woman (*gag*, I kind of hate saying that), doing my best to raise a healthy and happy family while maintaining some semblance of my own individual goals and aspirations.  I've come to terms with the reality that you can't "have it all" all at once without making some sacrifices.  This has been a difficult realization, one that I believe many women have experienced.  I've decided to take the "times and seasons" approach to my life. 

I think the Mormon part is obvious:  I'm a practicing Mormon and my faith informs many of my decisions and the lifestyle I choose to lead.  I decided not to leave this aspect out of my blogging because 1. it's just too large a part of my life and 2. there are a billion misconceptions about Mormons (some of them well-deserved) and I like to challenge those misconceptions, offer a safe place for non-Mormons to pose questions without feeling pressure, and show people we're just a little bit (not a lot bit) crazy. Okay, in my particular case I'm a lot bit crazy.  But that is for many other reasons beyond my faith.

Gypsy: I have serious wanderlust.  I blame most of this on inherited genes from my ancestors who couldn't seem to keep still.  I love traveling and living in different places.  The moves have not always been easy (turns out a large life change is one of my depression triggers!) but they have always been completely worth it.  I love a good adventure and can't help but wonder what new things I will discover in a new place.  There are just too many things to experience!  And, you know what?  I want to experience everything.

My means have not allowed me to backpack across Europe, go on safari in Africa or take a grand tour of the Orient (Wait a minute...can I say "orient"?  Is that racist?), but I have made my way up, down and across the U.S.  Luckily for me, this country is DIVERSE.  The world travel will happen for me, just not in this season of my life (Bucket List Goal #3 - Visit all 7 Continents).

Growing up, we moved a lot around the Phoenix area.  I attended 7 different elementary schools.  Once I was in junior high and high school, I did attend the same two schools for six years, but we lived in three different houses during that time.  It was hard, but I adapted to starting over and making new friends.  Staying in one place too long became boring.

The thought of attending college in Arizona after high school did not make me happy.  I viewed that time as an opportunity to experience a life I couldn't have in AZ.  I did seriously consider college in AZ, for financial reasons, but with the help of my uncle decided the only place I could go to school was the University of Washington in Seattle (GO HUSKIES!).  By some miracle, I was accepted and moved to Seattle in July of 2000, just over a month after I graduated high school.  And thus begins my state-hopping adventure. 

After one wedding (more to come on my 1st marriage in upcoming posts), multiple rain coats, and a bachelor's degree, I made my way back to Phoenix for four years.  In that time my first marriage came to an end, I became roomies with one of my favorite cousins in Tempe, reconnected with John after not speaking for five years and bought a house with my sister.  During this time I experienced many ups and downs of singledom, many of which are now quite funny.



Contrary to popular belief, Hawaii is much farther from the mainland U.S. and no where near Alaska.

John and I decided we needed to at least be in the same state to find out if our relationship was as serious as we thought.  There was so much agonizing over what to do until I was laid off and the choice was made for me.  My sister and I sold our home, I sold my car, gave away most of my belongings and moved to Honolulu.

After six months of draining my savings (Hawaii is a notoriously difficult place to find work for "mainlanders", beyond waiting tables), I decided it was time to pursue a master's degree.  John and I applied to five different schools in five very different parts of the country and decided to attend the University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee.  Oh, how I love Milwaukee!  It was there that we finally became engaged, married and pregnant with our first boy, S.  It was a busy two years.

Once we graduated, the job search began.  John took a position with a government contractor outside of Boston and we moved to New England.  We have loved living in Massachusetts; the combination of history, culture and natural beauty have made it a great fit for us.  Although, I will admit it is seriously lacking in cuisine beyond Italian food and seafood. 

And now, with Baby #3 on the way (debuting in July 2015!), we are at a crossroads once again for various reasons.  Our hope is that we will remain in New England but, truly, only Heavenly Father knows what our future holds.  There are days when I feel like I could spend the next 30 years here and others where the "itch" kicks in and I want to know what life would be like somewhere completely different. 

I don't know that I will ever feel completely settled. Certainly, our goal is to make life as stable for our children as possible, but I would certainly not object to selling everything we own and living in a Winnebago once we retire.  Nope, scratch that.  We're going to backpack across Europe, go on safari in Africa and take a grand tour of the Orient.