mr. handsy

have you ever seen a more dapper fifth grader?

a few weeks ago, all of liam's whining and complaining hard work during his year of cotillion came to its very satisfying conclusion: the grand ball.  the whole thing was comical, to be honest, so while i'm not convinced our check was well-spent in terms of him learning table manners and how to correctly respond to a written invitation, it was definitely worth it in terms of giggling alone.

one of the biggest sources of humor was the juxtaposition of all these fifth grade girls with their fifth grade boy counterparts.  they entered the ballroom as couples, randomly assigned so that each young man would escort a young lady to her seat.  after that took place, the dances commenced, with the fox trot, box step, waltz, and others being performed for their parents' viewing pleasure with surprisingly skilled steps.  so it was comical enough to witness that in 98% of the pairings, the girl was noticeably taller than the boy.  but what really got us laughing was when the dance involved a twirl.  these poor statuesque, willowy eleven year old girls would have to duck under their partner's arms, as the boy would often jump up mid-twirl to clear his partner's head.

liam danced with six different girls, and only one of them was shorter than he.  a growth spurt is coming, i keep assuring him

but by far, what got everyone laughing the most was the mother-son dance about halfway through the evening.  liam and i had mastered the steps, and luckily, they had been altered so that there were no twirls involved.  (the difference in our heights might have literally been the greatest of any duo on the floor at the time.)  about halfway through our song, i was comfortable enough with the steps that i could finally pay attention to other things -- and once i did, i realized that liam's hand was not quite where it was supposed to be.  i discreetly asked him to adjust its placement and assumed we were past it ... until the song ended.  i returned to our table of friends, and was met three or four images of our dancing on cell phone screens.  it seems that liam's hand had prompted the parent paparazzi to make sure they all captured the moment.

notice the other couples in the background, whose hands were all where they should be: the waist.  it seems liam had other ideas

all in all, it was a wonderful evening and one we won't soon forget.  seeing liam in a tuxedo instead of a soccer uniform suddenly aged him five years, and watching him navigate the world of pre-teendom holding a pencil to sign dance cards was an experience likely to not be repeated anytime soon.  luckily, we have lots and lots of photos for posteriority.

i mean, posterity.

wordless wednesday

chris came home from work on monday and asked me to take a look at his back.  "doesn't this look strange?" he asked.

no, honey, it doesn't look strange.  you just must have had a fight with a panther

we immediately assumed it was some sort of strange allergic reaction -- even though it didn't at all look like a normal rash.  we considered all the usual suspects: lotions, detergents, soaps, fights with panthers.  nothing had changed in our normal routine, so we were a bit dumbfounded.

when it hadn't faded the next day, chris decided to consult Dr. Google, typing into the search bar something along the lines of "allergic reaction scratch-like marks".  and immediately, scores of pictures looking exactly like his popped up.  the culprit? shiitake mushrooms.  undercooked shiitake mushrooms, to be precise (which made sense, as i've cooked quite a bit shiitake mushrooms in my time and he's never responded like this.)  we thought back and sure enough, i had taken him out to dinner to celebrate his birthday -- almost a month late, because it took that long to get reservations at what was named the best new restaurant in raleigh.  and we had ordered "foraged and 'fought-for' mushrooms, sherry, brown butter" (wording straight from their menu.)  i guess they were so tired from fighting for these mushrooms that they ran out of energy to cook them properly.

the welts are supposed to fade within three weeks ... hopefully before we hit the beaches of costa rica.  until then, i suppose i'll grin and bear my way through countless mushroom puns, courtesy of my welted, scratched-up husband.  (he thought i should title this post "when the shiitake hits the fan".  maybe i should have.)

wordless wednesday

in the middle of the week last week we learned that liam's two soccer games on saturday were in wilmington ... a 2+ hour drive (not exactly around the corner.)  but all it took was a quick glance at the forecast -- low 70s and sunny! -- for us to decide to make a weekend of it and spend it at topsail.

it's always a bit odd to visit the island during the winter.  there's virtually no traffic, most houses are dark with empty driveways, and many restaurants are closed for the off-season.  i coudn't help but fast-forward six months in my mind, when we'll be back for our annual family reunion amidst the thousands of cars crawling down the one main road.  that thought made me appreciate the quiet even more ... especially when we all four walked down to the beach and were able to let wonder roam without her leash, since there was literally no one in sight for far as the eye could see.

 

liam and his soccer teammate braeden, who never could get quite their rowing in sync but managed to navigate the sound nevertheless

our paddleboarding princess

all wonder needs is a tennis ball and room to run, and she's in heaven

a much-deserved rest

we got a new fancy camera for christmas and used it for the first time.  this is one of liam's artistic shots ... 

... and one of my action shots.  i still have much to learn

you just can't beat shorts in mid-february

 

susanna is her momma's daughter.  even with the sun beating down she wanted a jacket

panting hard with a sandy face.  needless to say, she slept well on the drive home

emulating the pooch, perhaps

taylor. swift.

i love, love, love having a daughter.  there are so many reasons why, but for the purposes of this post, i'll just say two words and i think the majority of readers would understand:

taylor.  swift.

as soon as taylor's tour dates were announced back in the fall of 2014 and raleigh was on the list for june, a flurry of groups texts began among many of susanna's friends' moms -- who wanted to go?  who would be in town? how much did we want to spend?  who was an amex cardholder to take advantage of the pre-sale date?  how could we turn it into an even bigger event?  truth be told, i think we were all more excited than our girls to see her.  (susanna didn't really even know many of her songs before i gave her the 1989 album and t-shirt as a way to reveal to her the plan as a christmas present -- but i sure did.)

much of this planning went out the window when the day came to actually purchase the tickets; after four hours total of trying to get through, it wound up being one of the mom's brothers who was able to buy them.  and apparently he was not advised of the upper limit we had agreed to spend, since what it wound up costing was more than double what we had planned.  but hey -- no worries.  can you really put a price tag on such an experience?  again, two words:  taylor.  swift.

so there wound up six girls and their moms and we did turn it into an even bigger event.  we gathered at a house to pre-party a few hours beforehand, and then surprised the girls by renting a party bus with a driver.  (i mean, this thing was decked out with a sound system, flashing neon lights, an aisle that the girls turned into a catwalk, and a disco ball hanging from the ceiling.)  susanna had her official taylor t-shirt, but the rest of the group had matching ones made, and we got to the arena in plenty of time to tailgate with the rest of raleigh in the parking lot before making our way inside.

L to R: addison, lindsey, susanna, lily, kinsley, anna

 

i have to say ... the pre-partying with red solo cups made me feel like i was back in college.  (the nine-year old girl by my side, notsomuch)

notice all the limos and other party buses in the background ... swifties know how to do it up right.  (also notice that several of the girls are almost as tall as their moms.  meanwhile, i had to lean down just to be in the same vicinity as susanna)

susanna and i found our seats and did what every other pre-teen girl and momma did: took a few selfies, chattered excitedly as the stands filled up and the opening act sang the one song of his we knew ... and then went sort of bananas when the lights went dark and taylor finally took the stage.  we waved the glowing lightsticks that actually pulsed to the beat of each song, and belted out the words along with the other million people in the audience.  i felt like i was at my very first concert right along with susanna, wide-eyed and in awe.  (wait -- i just remembered -- my very first concert was john denver with my whole family sitting on blankets in a park.  if memory serves, he did not have glowing lightsticks that pulsed to the beat of "leaving on a jet plane".)

the lights were still blazing for a selfie ... and then ...

... magic.

eight months later, and still, each time a new taylor swift song hits the radio in the car, i glance at susanna in the rearview mirror.  we trade smiles, both remembering what it was like to hear it live.  what a memory we'll both share.

yes, i love, love, love having a daughter. 

wordless wednesday

raleigh ground to a halt last week when we got a few inches of snow; thank goodness there was a weekend in the middle of it so we only missed friday and monday.  (funny note: i emailed with my college roommate from new jersey, whose kids only missed one day of school, even with more than two feet.  gotta love the south.)

we've gone through umpteen sleds/mats/discs over the years ... but the kids' favorite by far is this one, the Flexible Flyer straight out of my 1970s childhood

susanna met up with two friends from the neighborhood for a few downhill races (she's on the right.)  you often hear statistics of serious injuries sustained from sledding ... after this incident, i have to wonder what percentage of the victims are actually the parents, who are standing still, just trying to get a video

wordless wednesday

the north carolina museum of art is five minutes away from us, and yet it took us three months to make it there for the renowned m.c. escher exhibit.  i figured we were smart to wait til the end and let the crowds die down, but i should have known better.  the exhibit was so popular that they extended its stay by a week AND opened for special hours on the martin luther king holiday.  so it turned out that we weren't the only ones with this idea on a blustery cold winter day when all of raleigh was off work and school.  we had to sort of move en masse from one piece of art to the next.

as i observed both wailing toddlers straining to get out of their strollers and sullen teenagers glued to their iphones, i was reminded how fortunate we are that our kids are still in that middle "sweet spot" where they actually enjoy doing things like this.  and with liam's mathematical mind and susanna's love of art, they were totally enthralled by all that we saw.   they would study each piece, talk about what they noticed, and pontificate on the meaning of many of them.  they discussed the similarities among his works, kept changing their minds as to which one was their favorite, and discussed some artistic components that i never would have noticed otherwise.  (at one point i found myself googling "vanishing point" after liam mentioned the term to me.)  and twice, different women standing near us caught my eye, pointed to liam and susanna, and gave me a thumbs up. 

alas, no photography was permitted until we exited the exhibit (two hours after we arrived) and found ourselves near several spherical mirrors much like the ones escher used in some of his drawings. 
 

i'm only thinking about this now as i type ... but escher was perhaps the first king of the selfie.  a man truly ahead of his time.  who knew?

wordless wednesday

 crossing fingers and even a tongue ... let's just say that if we do win it all, one our first purchases will be new sets of pajamas

one would have to be living under a rock to not immediately recognize what liam is holding in his hand -- a powerball lottery ticket.*  well, five powerball lottery tickets, to be exact.  these tickets might have been bought by a mother with a severe case of fomo who just couldn't bear to be the only family in raleigh without the possibility of turning into billionaires overnight, who left her children at home alone when she realized she had only two hours left to purchase said tickets and raced out to the nearest gas station to find herself tenth in line, surrounded by nine other fools hopeful dreamers, and who raced back home and let her children pick the number combination that will be theirs even though her son said that legally he nor his sister are old enough to participate.

as i tucked him into bed tonight, liam gave me a kiss and then said, "i don't mean to sound negative, but i'll bet you a ton of money that we don't win."

"sorry, but i can't take that bet," i replied, shaking my head.  "i just spent all of my extra cash on powerball tickets."

* i just looked back at the photo and realized that one might actually not immediately recognize that what liam is holding in his hand is a powerball lottery ticket.  that's because i'm a very savvy player, and don't want all my thousands of blog followers to be able to read my numbers and see that i'm the grand winner before i've contacted my lawyer and financial advisor.  you can never be too careful, you know.

wordless wednesday

every december 31st, the UNC men's basketball program hosts a clinic for kids as a fundraiser for a local charity.  the team members lead them in drills and scrimmages, and at the end, are available to autograph posters, jerseys, programs, and most anything else* (see below.)  even though liam opted to concentrate on soccer this winter and not play basketball , he attended the clinic and had an awesome time.

need proof of just how awesome of a time was had?  check out the tweet that appeared on chris's twitter feed, posted by one of the assistant coaches.

here's the tweet ...

... and here's the larger version

* yep -- they'll sign just about anything.  (from the 2013 archives)

two days in a row! i'm on a roll!

resolutions

i'm big on new year's resolutions.  well, big on making  new year's resolutions.  keeping them?  not so much.  in fact, i keep a list on my iphone, and every january 1 i simply rename it with the current year and just add a few more.

the consistent ones?  go to bed earlier.  read the entire bible in one year.  plan out our weekly dinners every sunday evening.  to be fair, i was successful in keeping a few in 2015, which i guess makes the practice worthwhile.  i read more books, took the pooch on a walk whenever the weather allowed, and changed up my workout routine to include much more weights.  so i'm not a total lost cause when it comes to setting goals.

but one new resolution that i've had to add for 2016 is to update this poor blog on a much more regular basis.  i'm disappointed mostly for the kids, that their entire last quarter of last year went by undocumented.  they still pore over our old blog books, and i'm sad that i haven't spent the time on here to capture the funny moments, important milestones, and just day-in and day-out activities of our family.  so starting now, i hope to get on here more often.  maybe resucitate the Wordless Wednesdays, which only require a picture and a caption -- how hard can that be?  perhaps revisit events from months ago, adopting the better-late-than-never approach (which, incidentally, reminds me of another consistent resolution: stop running late.)  but mostly, i just want to do right by the kids.  this is something they love, and it takes little effort on my part to provide it.

and maybe, just maybe, if i have it in writing (other than on my iphone), i might just stick to it.  here's hoping.

time to spare

i blinked, and the summer was over.  poof.  just like that.  and ohmygoodness do i love my summers.  i love the slower pace ... the warm (even blazing hot) weather ... the freedom from routine ... and, of course, the break from teaching.

so what better way to relive my favorite season, than to try to catch up somewhat on the blog and post the highlights?  i'll start in chronological order and bring us back to june -- specifically, the day after school ended.

we've started a new tradition of celebrating the kids' success (straight A's for both on every report card this year, and more importantly, glowing comments from their teachers on their kindness, work ethic, and love of learning) by taking them bowling.  chris had a groupon for some hoity toity bowling alley that we could never have afforded otherwise, and took a half day off for the celebration.  since the public schools were still in session, we pretty much had the run of the place.

a toast to an amazing 3rd and 4th grade year, with raleigh's most expensive shirley temple.  (check out the lanes in the top right corner -- fancy lights and glowing gutters and all)

air hockey proved to be another favorite

another school year down.  i blinked, and it was over.  poof.  just like that.

a sweet thank you note from susanna.  funness and awesomeness ... doesn't get much better than that

the art of negotiation

i'm often asked if my kids always get along so well.  "for the most part," i tend to reply.  "there's really only one thing they tend to squabble over -- the back seat."

but it's not your age-old back seat issue -- you know, the one we all had growing up in our family station wagons, where our exasperated parents would draw an imaginary line down the cloth interior and threaten lima beans for dinner if either of the two seat sharers dared go past it.  no, our back seat issue has evolved with new car technology (shoot, we don't even have an imaginary line to draw, as the back seat is actually two captain's chairs.)  our back seat issue actually has to do with the air conditioning.

one of the perks that our SUV boasts -- or so we thought -- was the separate climate controls.  there is a control for the driver, another for the front passenger ... and then one control for all five rear seats.  so whoever happens to be riding in the back has to pretty much agree on how much (or little) heat or air is blowing their way.

and that's where the issue lies: they cannot ever agree.  liam is always hot (like his daddy), and especially so when he's clambering into the car after one of his gazillion sports practices, sweaty hair plastered to his flushed face.  he wants nothing more than to crank that a/c up full blast.  susanna, on the other hand, is always cold (like her momma), and has no interest in being blown away by frigid air.

after way too many arguments discussions over this issue, i finally decreed a new car policy: all rear passengers must simply meet in the middle.  while the front controls have a numeric thermostat (i like mine at about 78 in the summer; chris prefers his at about 60), the rear control simply has 0, 1, 2, 3, and 4.  i told them that they each have to decide which level is their preference, and then average the two.  when this plan was first put in place, it led to (as i hoped it would, being a math teacher) a conversation about what to do when the average is a decimal.  (solution: alternate between the two levels on either side of the decimal in five minute intervals.)

but very quickly, savvy susanna wised up.  much like goldilocks, her preferred level is always 2, but she realized that no matter what, her hot-blooded brother would always say 4.  so ... what is a clever girl to do?

she requests 0.  which means the average always works out to be 2 -- which just happens to be exactly what she wants.  so then the compromise, of course, isn't really so much of a compromise at all.

outsmarted by a nine-year old. i kind of wish i could just draw that imaginary line after all.

the divine nine

my annual birthday post ... two months late

dearest susanna,

most days, my life begins and ends with your warm little body curled up next to mine.  each morning, you climb into bed with me and we chat about the day ahead:  if there’s anything important going on at school; what you plan to do during recess; what’s on tap for the afternoon once i pick you up.  and then we realize how late the time has gotten, and one of us will count down from 10 to the moment where we both have to force ourselves to put our feet on the floor and part ways.  and then, thirteen or so hours later, i find myself back in bed with you – this time yours – snuggling again as we recap the day that is slowly coming to a close.  you tell me what was funny, or stressful, or perplexing while you navigated your world, and i try to answer your questions when you ask them and keep my mouth shut and just listen when you don’t.

i have to admit that there are some days when i’m exhausted and the kitchen still needs to be cleaned and laundry is waiting to be folded and there are high school math tests to be graded … in short, a myriad of reasons why i should simply kiss you good night and close the door.  but then i think of all those nights when you used to request me to rock you in the glider while singing “oh susanna”, and how those are but a distant memory … and i realize that much too soon, you won’t be wanting me like you do right now.  and so when those six words come from your lips – “mommy, will you snuggle with me?” – i realize that there’s really nothing i’d rather do.  and i crawl into your double bed and nestle myself next to you, marveling at how blessed i am to have you as my child.

you are just that – a blessing.  every day, virtually every moment.  i feel privileged to witness the relationships you’ve formed and continue to grow, whether it’s with your brother, or your grandparents, or your friends.

and goodness gracious, do you have a lot of those!   you seem to make friends without any effort at all – kids just gravitate to you like a magnet.  case in point: i walked in to pick you up from art camp the other day, to find another mother bent down to you with her phone in her hand.  “i was just getting y’all’s phone number from susanna,” the mom explained after introducing herself.  “my daughter has talked non-stop about her new friend susanna all week and i’d love to get them together to play!”  on our way home, i asked you how you do it.  i still would describe you as someone who’s sort of on the more reserved side (we try not to use the word “shy”) … so it’s interesting to me how quickly you make connections with people.  “i don’t know,” you shrugged from the back seat.  “i just like people, and i guess they like me too.”

the three amigas -- maggie, you, and lily, during one of your epic two-day sleepover playdates.  unfortunately you had to say goodbye to maggie as she moved to iowa in june ... one of the first truly difficult experiences of your life, i think

this year i’ve watched you start a new school – much to your dismay – and, thankfully, fall in love with it.  i’ve watched you continue to grow your talents in piano,dance, art, and singing.  you’ve taken up drama with a new passion as well, starring as both pastry peddler #3 and fish #16 in your first real stage production of aladdin, so much that your career aspiration is now acting.  (funny story: as we walked through the salad bar section of harris teeter the other week, you looked up and in all seriousness said, “i'm so glad i’m going to be a famous actress.  that way i will make lots of money and can spend half of it on olives.”)

i'm keeping the playbill for when you become known worldwide, so we can sell it on ebay

you still much prefer jazz to ballet, and enjoy choreographing your own routines at home for dance videos you make with your friends

you are also quite brilliant, in case you didn’t realize it – and, as humble as you are, you probably don’t.  you’re a voracious reader, devouring just about any book you can get a hold of, including your latest conquests of the hobbit and the fifth harry potter.  you whiz through your math assignments, produce impressive stories, and have a knack for remembering random science and history facts.  and last week at the beach, you picked up a book of adult-level logic puzzles (you know, the ones with a story and like six clues and a huge set of grids to mark up in order to solve.)  with just about no instruction from me, you emerged from your beach chair a half-hour later, having successfully solved one – and without even using a whole section of the grid.  (i still don’t know how you did it.)

seems the west coast got to your head -- sipping on a shirley temple in san francisco

there are certainly things you hate.  brushing your hair, for one.  (will there come a day that i don’t have to remind you – or that you know where your hairbrush is?)  you’re still not keen on most vegetables, save for olives, of course.  and you're just not a huge fan of wonder, or any dog -- despite her undying devotion to you.  

you think that wonder wanted to share the spotlight; i know that she just loves being near you

but those are small blips on the radar screen of an absolutely gloriously wonderful girl.   you are loving, and kind, and creative, and funny, and interested in nature and history and science and the world.  you are someone people absolutely love to be around. 

especially me.  at 6:45 a.m. in my bed, at 8:30 p.m. in yours … and any minute in between when i’m privileged enough to have the opportunity.  i love you so so much, susanna.  we all do.

you’re nine!  and quite divine.  and, thanks be to God, you’re mine.

infinity squared,

mommy

getting our fill of philly

chris sent this to me, with the note "this might be a tad overdue ...".  just in time for their upcoming venture, AND because today happens to be father's day, i figure it's actually sort of timely.  ~ sara

This year marked the third annual baseball trip I've taken with my dad and Liam.  We’ve done Atlanta and DC thus far, and the City of Brotherly Love was our destination for Memorial Day weekend, 2014.  We decided to drive to Philly.  

You can learn a lot about people by spending 6 ½ hours in a car with them.  

My dad and Liam talked … and talked … and talked the entire time we were in the car.  I’m an introvert, and one of the few things I enjoy about a long car trip is that I can get lost in thought and can listen to good music.  I could do neither for 6 ½ hours, and so was thrilled when we made it to the hotel.  Sara can attest that I get stressed about traveling, too.  I just want to get there.  And as soon as I get where I’m going, normally, the stress subsides.  But this time, as we began the check-in process, the stress didn't have much time to fade.  After much confusion, the clerk at the registration desk looked up from her computer.  “Oh, you’re at the other Sheraton.”  Stress level … rising!  We finally got to the correct hotel in a great spot in the old city, and life was good.  

The next day, we had a wonderful time touring around, seeing the Liberty Bell and all of your typical touristy stuff in Philly. One fantastic surprise was the “Chasing Dreams - Baseball and Becoming American” exhibit at the National Museum of American Jewish History, where of course, Sandy Koufax was featured prominently.

 We ventured to Chickie’s and Pete’s near the ballpark for Liam’s first taste of cheesesteaks and decadent crab fries, and then strolled over to Citizens Bank Park for the game. And oh, what a lackluster effort it was from the Dodgers. For the first time in our annual sojourns, the Bums lost to a pretty terrible Phillies team. The last time I had been in Philadelphia for a baseball game was in 1990 with my parents at the old Veterans Stadium, where I was fortunate enough to witness a no-hitter. I guess I couldn’t have expected any more baseball magic from the baseball gods.   

The next morning, we checked out a few more amazing museums, posed with the Rocky statue, and then started the long drive back home. We put on the radio broadcast of the early afternoon Dodgers/Phillies game. Reclamation project Josh Beckett was on the hill for the Dodgers, and my dad and Liam were there typical, chatty selves. As the game progressed, however, things got oddly quiet in the car, culminating in this magic moment. Josh Beckett’s no-no was the first and only of his career, and was the first for the Dodgers since ‘96. 

So whaddya know? There’s still some magic left in the baseball trip after all. 

gonna fly now -- ala rocky

the final san francisco post: the sights

this might be the longest post of them all, just because we crammed so much stuff into our six days there.  i'm having so much fun reliving our trip by looking at these (and trying to remember where all these pictures are from) ...

the highlight for sure: kate!  (in matching outfits, no less)

 chinatown, of course

honestly the coolest museum ever -- the exploratorium.  we could have stayed there for days

 i have to admit, much of what the exploratorium contained i didn't fully understand -- including a water fountain in a toilet bowl.  but the kids loved it

what made the beach ball float?  air.  this i understood.  sort of

we actually timed our trip based on the home schedule of the golden state warriors (no joke). chris's high school friend ben, a sportswriter for the LA times, came through big-time for us with two tickets.  doesn't stephen look thrilled to meet the mann men?

i threatened to lock them up at alcatraz for being so dang cute.  this is their look of forlorn

helping out a street performer with a magic trick

we spent our last morning at the Children's Creativity Museum, and the kids worked hard on two joint projects.  above is a behind-the-scenes look at the production that is loaded below

nineteen seconds that i think took nineteen hours to make.  we have newfound appreciation for animated movies

and in a very fitting end to my journaling of our most amazing spring break trip ever, the kids would like to close with their version of ... what else?  HAPPY!

san francsico: culinary delights

i'm on a roll -- and bound and determined to put this spring break series of posts to rest!  join me today as i recount some of our eating escapades ...

all our walking demanded a reward in the form of hot fudge sundaes at ghirardelli square

susanna and i dined at the cliff house with the elliotts ... and noticed that the beach looks slightly different from our beloved topsail

in a true "the world is so small" moment, after having dinner with my sorority sister misty, we walked out of the restaurant and ran into another college friend of ours who doesn't even live in san francisco

 enjoying our first taste of five-star california cuisine at in-and-out burger with richard, kate, & leslie.  i can now understand why leslie lives there