Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Would You Vote For My Kid For President?

I know. This sounds like a silly question. Expectant parents ask a lot of those. Lying in bed at night, counting kicks, The Boy and I try and imagine what our little one will be when he grows up. Will he want to bravely go where no man has gone before and be an astronaut? Will he be good at sports and become a baseball player? What about an attorney like his daddy? Or a musician like his mama? Will he follow in the footsteps of so many in our family and become a medical professional? Will he be able to tell a good story and become a writer or director or actor? Will he want to enter the military or public service? Will he want to be President of the United States? He's not even here yet and the world is so full of possibilities. Except, perhaps, for that last one.

If you've been watching the news from/in the United States lately, then you're probably aware of something called The Birther Movement. In a nutshell, there are those who believe that President Barack Obama's birth certificate is a big ol' fake, that he was not born in the US state of Hawaii but in Kenya, is not an American citizen, and thus ineligible to be President of the United States. They are a pretty passionate group of people, as evidenced by this video from a town hall meeting in Delaware.



I find this movement particularly upsetting because, in less than one month, I will be giving birth to our bouncing baby boy here in London. He will have a British birth certificate. He will not be a British subject. He will, by right of blood, be a US citizen like his mother and father and generations of both our families stretching all the way back to Colonial America. Our son will have 5 great grandparents who served the US during World War II, as well as two grandfathers who are retired from the the US Armed Forces. He will be raised as an American in an American household that happens to be in the United Kingdom. And yet, this woman and everyone cheering her on is implying that these things will mean nothing if, in 35 years, my child wants to run for the highest office in the land simply because he has a foreign birth certificate. According to this movement, it's not the blood ties of your family and national identity that make you a citizen of a country, but the actual physical place you are born. By that rational, any foreign worker, visitor or tourist to the United States, legal or not, could give birth to a child there and that child would have one right that my son would never have - to be elected and serve his country as President.

As of 2007 there were an estimate 6.6 million US citizens living abroad. That's more people living outside the US than in the state of Washington or Arizona or Indiana or Tennessee or any of the other 32 states with populations less than 6.6 million people. Should the children of these Americans be forever excluded from having the option of running for President or Vice President because their parents happened to be working or living in or visiting another country at the time of their birth? Does this somehow make them less American?

I try not to delve into the political here on Belle Abroad, despite the the fact that I increasingly find myself being pulled in that direction. That's not what this blog is suppose to be about. But this movement upsets me so much that I find myself needing to ask you, dear reader, to close your eyes and imagine your perfect candidate. This person is charismatic and articulate, funny and smart, tough and compassionate and full of ideas - most of them you actually agree with! They have a long history of public service and devotion to their family and all the other things that make them your perfect candidate.

Now, would you really not vote for them just because, even though they are US citizens and have been since birth, they weren't actually born in the United States?

Friday, July 24, 2009

Keep Calm and Carry On

I have been woefully neglectful of the blog for a long while now. My inattentiveness has been so great that I've considered discontinuing it. The decision made to call it quits, I would inevitably have a new flow of thoughts and ideas arrive shortly thereafter, only to have that new found enthusiasm ebb away with the tide of life. You could say that the last year has been much like the tide - incredible, amazing highs and nerve wracking, maddening, saddening lows. I don't want to get too much into the details. Suffice it to say that there have been huge life changes for me and mine - both good and bad. There have been illnesses and accidents and natural disasters and employment worries and deployment worries and family woes and disappointments and heartbreak in my extended little clan, but there have also been weddings and new babies and new career paths and exciting moves to new places. Endings and beginnings and the limbo in between.

Through it all, The Boy and I have remained as hopeful as possible. We are lucky. It's been mostly beginnings for us personally. It's difficult, though, being so far away from home when it feels as though so many people could use us around. So as our motto for 2009 we've adopted the very British "Keep Calm and Carry On". Because that's all we can really do, isn't it? Hope for the best, plan for the worst, help however you can and just keep calm and carry on.

{Poster via Etsy shop PrintSpot}

Friday, May 29, 2009

Better Late Than Never

This past Memorial Day Weekend, The Boy and I celebrated our first second anniversary, which is to say that we celebrated the first anniversary of our second wedding. (You might recall that we eloped to Japan two years ago, but that's a whole other story I'll get to one day.) Since I haven't posted a thing about the wedding since the week after, I thought that it would be nice to commemorate the occasion by finally sharing with you all some of my favorite pictures and things from that weekend.

We wanted to kick off the weekend with things that were near and dear to our heart - family, friends, and good ol' fashion Southern BBQ. So the rehearsal dinner was really a laid back Welcome BBQ picnic for all our guests. (And besides, what's a Memorial Day Weekend without a BBQ?) Kudos to my wonderful mother-in-law for arranging such a wonderful evening. It was exactly what we wanted - simple and fun. And the setting was perfect. With the help of my amazing Uncle Paul D., she arranged for the picnic to take place at Natchez Bluff Park which has stunning views of the Mighty Mississippi River. The menu was yummy pulled pork and BBQ chicken with all the fixin's provided by the outstanding Pig Out Inn.


{The Boy and I with my Matron and Maid of Honor}

{What a view!}

{With my oldest nephew, godson, and ring barer.}

{My middle nephew and "crane barer" with a fan
The Pig Out Inn provided. The fans were big hits.}

{With the amazing Uncle Paul D.}

{The Boy and I chatting with guests. Notice how patriotic we are.}

{You can't really tell, but the people in this picture are playing croquet.
When I was little, my mother's family spent late summer afternoons on the lawn
of my grandfather's old Victorian home to play this
game. After, when it got dark
enough, we would catch fir
eflies under the big, ancient oaks.}

{A few guests wait for dinner to begin.}

{My precious Miniature Schnauzer Ziggy even put in an appearance.}

{As you can tell from the haze in the background and our
generally melted appearance, it was a pretty typical
hot and humid Mississippi evening.}

Once the eating started, the picture taking stopped, so there aren't that many. My eternal thanks to my sister and The Groomsman who were kind and thoughtful enough to snap the few we have. Thanks again guys!


***UPDATE***
For all you other cost conscience brides out there, it seems that our efforts and desire to have a simple, meaningful, intimate wedding without being ostentatiously over the top is rubbing off on the LA crowd. In an article posted online on Monday, The NY Times says that more SoCal brides are looking for "authenticity" on their big day. Of course, the wedding industry has picked up on this and "simple" does not equal "inexpensive". The weddings in the article still cost between $150,000 and $200,000, which is kind of insane when you read about the the bride and groom serving French Fries and cobbler on burlap draped picnic tables. Which I'm sure was all very charming and lovely, but still insane.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Introducing The Babe

A few weeks ago, The Boy and I went in for our very first scan. It was absolutely the most awesome thing to see this little creature - a part of The Boy and a part of me - up on a big ole TV screen. Together we watched it hiccup and listened to its heartbeat and we held hands as our eyes got stingy with tears we blinked back through giggles of joy and amazement.



I can already tell that this little one is going to be either very stubborn or very shy. Despite the doctor's attempt to coax it into a full frontal position, the best The Babe offered us was a profile. But what a profile! When we finally managed to maybe see its sweet little face, it put up its little hand as if it knew we were trying to sneak a peek.

Hey! No peeking!

We don't know if baby is a Belle or a Beau yet. That we find out at our next scan in a few weeks.


Thursday, March 26, 2009

Mum's the Word!


We are thrilled to announce
our next big adventure...
A BABY!
Our little one is due to arrive on or around
September 3!

XOXO,
Belle and The Boy


Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Let It Snow!

If, like me, you imagined that a London winter would look something like this ...

{from Bridget Jones Diary}

... well, then, like me you'd be wrong. Apparently London will, on occasion, get few flurries or a light dusting of snow - just enough to get one's hopes up before dashing them completely. At least in my limited experience. First there's the possibility, then the probability, and then ... very little to nothing at all. It's a lot like home in that sense. Since I'm from the Deep South, snow is always something of a novelty for me and whenever I hear "chance of snow" my ears perk up. I get goosebumps and I wait for the white stuff to arrive like a child waits up for Santa on Christmas Eve. On the few occasions when snow actually materializes and begins to accumulate I am always in awe. I love how quiet the world gets when snow starts to fall.

In case you haven't heard, London received quiet a lot of snow this week - 11 inches here in Greenwich - the biggest snowfall in 20 odd years. It began late Sunday afternoon and continued falling until well into the next day. The Boy and I woke up Monday morning to a black and white world. The buses weren't running and The Tube had some severe delays, so he opted to hike to the DLR (Docklands Light Rail) to catch a train into work and I opted to join him so I could explore and take pictures.






This little guy was one of the few splashes of color I saw in the park all
day. And he was quiet the photo ham. He just sat there while I
snapped pictures not 2 feet away from him.



To give you some perspective, this is a picture of our garden under a
foot of snow. Love the palm tree...

And this is a picture of our garden on a much sunnier day in September.


Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Happy New Year!

Best wishes for a very happy 2009!
Love,
Belle and The Boy