So when we decided to leave New York City and move to Boston (where I grew up), it was a decision that we had discussed for quite awhile, but it finally made sense…we thought.
We LOVED New York, but once our daughter arrived, all of the city’s allure was diminished. And basically every other week, one of the two sets of Boston-based grandparents drove down and lived in our 800 square feet for the whole weekend so they could ooh and aah over their new grand-daughter.
Or we had to rent a car and drive up to Boston for some family function - you probably know the drill.
So, when we decided that staying in NYC was not really a financially sustainable location for the long term, we actually thought moving to Chapel Hill, North Carolina, was the answer: we knew a bunch of ex-NYCers there, good job community, affordable housing, good schools, and very nice weather year-round…perfect, right?
Well, when we told the grandparents that we were thinking about moving to a city where they would likely have to get on a plane to see their grand-daughter…let’s just say it didn’t go over so well. And we then decided that moving to Boston - where both sets of grandparents and one set of great-grandparents all live - was the right move.
And now, you ask?
Now we are both thrilled to have them all so close, that our daughter has relationships with all of them, that we celebrate together, and they do provide free babysitting…waiting for the “but”?
The “but” is that we now have to juggle them, make sure there’s some level of equanimity between them for how much/often they see our daughter…and the balancing act is on!
So I’m not complaining here because I know we are lucky to have everyone around, but sometimes it does have its downfalls…
What’s your grandparent situation and does it work out for you?



I hate to brag (really), but I just loaded the dishwasher with more dishes than I could count.
Holy cannolis!
In honor of the upcoming “holiday” I wanted to enlighten you all with the ability to bask in my own glory, my effervescence as a proud member of the “Neanderdad” (borrowed term) clan.
Am I the only one who thinks that we always do too much for our kids’ birthdays?