Signing on from the Windy City

We're here. The flight was long, my feet swelled to the size of pumpkins, Reilly Kate puked upon our arrival, Roman was exhausted beyond reason, and Mike was his usual congenial traveller. Basically, it was fucking hell. Oh, and jet lag combined with pregnancy insomnia results in a sleepless week.

But we're here. And we're thankful that we don't have to make that flight again... for a year or so at least. Hopefully.

For those that have asked, we have known for about 5 months or so that we might be leaving Korea. We didn't know for certain that we would be leaving, or even where to, until the movers showed up at our door last Monday. Mike's in the midst of a career shift and exactly where our final destination will be is to be determined. It's a bit stressful, but exciting. I mean, really, homeless and pregnant with two kids... it can only go up from there.

So anyway, here we are amidst family on Thanksgiving. The bird's in the oven. My mom and I are sharing cooking duties, Lord help me. The pies are baked (she did them) and the dressing is about to be (I'm doing that) and football's on the telly (I believe Mike is in charge of watching that). It's an all around American thanksgiving. Of course, my kids want to eat mandoo and kalbi, but I'm sure they'll get used to the idea of turkey and cranberry. If not, perhaps we can order take out Korean.

Lastly, I'm going to post our biggest reason to be thankful this year. Okay. Besides the fact that nobody blew up our plane as we crossed the Pacific Ocean. Here she is. Our baby sister.