i ♥ alsace

strasbourg-france

 

Today, and often, I have Alsace on my mind. It’s been three years since my last visit to this beautiful region of France, but it is always with me. My maternal great-grandmother, Marie, was the first of the family to immigrate to the States from Strasbourg (pictured above). My grandmother Florence was only 16 when her mother sadly passed from tuberculosis, but she shared so many lovely stories about her mother with me.  I’ve always wished to know more about Marie, and her mother, my great-great-grandmother (also Marie-seeing a pattern?!), to learn about their lives, and in turn, understand mine more deeply. Throughout my adult life I have searched for answers in my ancestry, and no place in France has ever felt more comfortable or familiar to me than Alsace. I take comfort in upholding family traditions and celebrating my heritage. Tomorrow I will be sharing an exciting collaboration, which incorporates my love for my Alsatian roots, festive celebrations, and the incredibly delicious food of the region. I can’t wait-come back tomorrow for the reveal!

roanoke rendezvous

visiting-roanoke

 

We did it!! Our first big road trip with the kids was a success-we made good time (8 hours), had minimal meltdowns, and enjoyed ourselves! Most importantly…we spent quality time with mr. fleurishing’s parents. Roanoke happens to be the perfect meeting point for us all (between PA + NC), and having visited Hotel Roanoke previously, we looked forward to our stay. Marie and Henry were so excited to finally give nana + poppy kisses after many FaceTime conversations, and bonded with them instantly. There were many sweet, tear-inducing moments, mixed with hilarity and of course, a few toddler meltdowns. We made a few excursions into downtown Roanoke, which is so quaint + charming-I especially loved the well preserved vintage signage. The southern hospitality was in full force…I had forgotten what it’s like to have strangers engage you in conversation! We headed home Monday…filled with love and a sense of accomplishment.

a few favs…hotel roanoke, taubman museum, appalachia press, and black dog salvage (more on that soon!)

a bushel and a peck

apple-picking-with-toddlers

apple-picking

marieapples

 

I’m still in disbelief that Marie + Henry are 15 months old…and yet there are so many experiences to be had! Almost every day brings a new first, and this time it was apple picking at our beloved local orchard. They have loved apples since they first began eating solids, so we were excited to show them the source. Late in the season picking certainly has it’s advantages, such as deliciously ripe winesap apples and the field all to ourselves! In regards to the post title…I grew up with my Mom singing the “bushel and peck song” to me, and I now sing it to my children (they love it). That makes three generations of bushel + peck singing, as it began with my grandmother. Hopefully they will continue the tradition!

I love you…a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck though you make my heart a wreck
Make my heart a wreck and you make my life a mess
Make my life a mess, yes a mess of happiness
About you, about you
‘Cause I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your purdy neck I do….

(this is a chorus I had not seen before, so true)

one and done

oneanddone

 

We’ve all heard the phrase, “one and done”… and in our case, it’s true (in an alternate sense-one pregnancy, two babies). The minor surgery my husband underwent last week was a vasectomy. Yep…full disclosure here! No more mini-me’s for us-we are so very fortunate to have twins. There are quite a few reasons why we chose to officially end our baby making days, and we’re sharing them here today in the hope that it might help others with their choice. It is an incredibly personal decision of course, and not one that is easily reached. I want to be very clear that I do not pass judgement on anyone who chooses to have less, more, or no children. My best friend has four beautiful little ones, and I have a few close girlfriends who do not want to become mothers. To each his own, but our journey begins (and ends) with Marie + Henry.

Childhood experience certainly plays a role for most when deciding what size family you would like. In our case, I was an only child (and loved it), and would have been more than happy with one. For my husband, growing up with a sibling was a wonderful experience, and he always had two in mind. When we learned we were expecting twins, we knew regardless of gender this would most likely be it for us. It’s funny-we had never heard the phrase “a rich man’s family” until sharing we were having a boy and a girl. It seems many consider it to be the perfect scenario, and in turn, automatically assume we’re done. On the other hand, we’ve had quite a few people (including our pediatrician) encourage us to have more simply because we “make beautiful babies”. I find this to be flattering and offensive at the same time! I’ve realized that people view our personal situation through their own lens and don’t realize that what they’re saying can be perceived as rude and intrusive. The thought of another in addition to twins gives me a panic attack just thinking about it!

My pregnancy was very difficult and even traumatic, at times. Obviously difficult pregnancies can happen to anyone, and the definition of “difficult” is relative. For me, difficult meant infections, catheterization for weeks, extreme swelling and pain, high blood pressure, preeclampsia, and a very rough recovery due to blood loss. I learned early on that having a high-risk pregnancy was no joke, and it pushes your body to it’s limits. You see twice the amount of doctors and get poked, prodded, and scanned more than most. On a positive note–we were so lucky to have numerous ultrasounds and see them grow along the way. I still find it hard to believe that my friends with singles only saw their babies a few times before giving birth! I’m still in awe of what my body achieved, and don’t even know how it would fare a second time around.

I haven’t yet mentioned the economics of having multiples. Let’s talk statistics for a second. The average cost of ONE child in the U.S. for a middle-income family, from birth to age 18, is currently $241,080. That doesn’t even include the cost of college!  Take that number and double it in our case…yowza. There are many other financial factors, such as breastfeeding for two vs. formula  (which is a whole other post), double the baby gear (although not two of everything), the cost of help (crucial in the early days with multiples), and accomodations for an instantly larger family (suddenly our house seemed a LOT smaller). It is staggering, and scary at times, especially when twins were not even on our radar. At times we laugh and are thankful for only having one girl, and one wedding, to pay for…and maybe we’ll get lucky and she’ll elope.

All of the above contributed to our decision, and we took our time making it (over a year). We continually confirmed with each other that we were 100% sure before moving forward. At this point, post-op, we’re both confident and focused, enjoying every moment with the kids. I may call them babies until they are two years old as a result…but that’s cool, right?! They will of course, always be my babies. If you care to share your story, how did you know when you were “done”, are you unsure, or are you planning to add to your family? What were or are the deciding factors for your family?