Tuesday, December 30, 2008
I Want to Be a Part of It: New York, New York!
Just before Christmas, we headed up to NYC, one of my favorite places on Earth. Our first trip there together was when I was in college and Pete came up for Thanksgiving. We saw the Macy's parade and had a turkey dinner at a swank apartment owned by the uncle of our friend Paul. We have pictures (and i need to dig them up and post them on here!) of all of us at the Museum of Modern Art, spotting Joey Lawrence on a parade float, posing at Rockefeller Center. For our honeymoon, we went to upstate New York and then spent Christmas Eve and Day in the city. When we lived in Connecticut, we used to take the train into the city, catching Broadway shows, meeting a friend for lunch or dinner, walking around Central Park. So, for our 10th wedding anniversary, we returned to the Big Apple, which is at its finest during the holidays. (Conveniently, there was a gynecology conference I wanted to attend, so we were able to combine the two, and I got continuing medical education credit! Yippee!)
Adventures in Eating
One of my very favorite things about New York is the diversity, most clearly displayed in the incredible variety of restaurants. We went to Little Italy for authentic Italian, had Indian, Ethiopian, Argentinian, deli (Jewish!) and Cuban! Yummy!
The Play's The Thing
Peter and I met in high school when we were both in one-act plays. Theater has been central in our lives ever since--both as actors (mostly Peter) and as patrons. We started taking the girls to see plays as toddlers. We got tickets to Arthur Miller's drama "All My Sons" with John Lithgow, Diane Wiest, Katie Holmes. It was amazing, of course. Then Peter went to Times Square for same-day half-price matinee tickets to Spamalot, the Monty Python musical, currently starring Clay Aiken from American Idol. We were on the 5th row, so we could see his nose hair! A funny show!
Window Shopping
We wandered up and down the main thoroughfares, snapping pics of the Christmas decorations, scoping out which stores to return to with the kids later this year, people watching. We took a fair number of pictures of the tree at Rockefeller Center (also witnessed a sweet public proposal on the ice skating rink!) and in Central Park after the snow fell. I spent a morning at the MoMA seeing a Van Gogh exhibit and a Joan Miro exhibit.
We walked around Central Park on the morning of our departure, enjoying the winter wonderland in the middle of the urban jungle. Despite snow and icy rain, we had a great time and can't wait to go back!
Monday, December 29, 2008
Post Script
The next blog post is from Peter regarding our trip home from New York. However, I will be posting pictures in the very near future of our actual time in New York, which was wonderful and relaxing and fun! So read the negative and come back soon for the positive! Happy New Year!
South by Northwest
(by Peter)...
It was supposed to be simple. The trip would begin with a direct flight from Memphis to New York. We would have fun seeing some very predictable shows, snap photos in Times Square and be the stereotypical tourists of which we and our very cool Northeastern friends used to make fun. The trip would end with a direct flight from New York to Memphis to rejoin our three darling children and our lives. Funny thing happened on the way back to the Bluff City…
Actually, the story is not funny. I have now been forced to recount it over thirty times to varying members of Northwest Airlines and American Airlines and I will assure you it is not funny at all. It is, in fact, quite annoying and all of my efforts to obtain any measure of satisfaction have fallen on deaf ears. So I am now writing it down, simply so that if anyone else asks me, I can forward a copy of this document and save my voice.
Let me begin by saying that Courtney and I are seasoned travelers. Courtney has traveled all over the world. Her mother is a former travel agent. I travel for work at least once per month and I routinely provide guidance for people in my office with complex travel requirements or when their reservation needs trend toward the exotic. Our oldest daughter flew over a dozen flights in her first year of life. We do this a lot and while this has never happened before, all of our previous bad experiences have also been with Northwest Airlines. So perhaps we should have known better.
December 21, 2008: A Perfect Storm at LaGuardia
After checking out at the Manhattan Hilton on Sunday at 1200 EST, Courtney and I attempted to check in on our returning flight to Memphis whereupon we were told that our flight had been cancelled. There was a link to rebook our tickets through the website but the link was apparently disabled or broken because pressing it yielded no results. LaGuardia had experienced numerous flight cancellations due to inclement weather on the two prior days and, knowing that alternate flights would be filling up quickly, we immediately called Northwest customer service. We waited on hold for over forty minutes before being told by a representative that our flight was cancelled due to a mechanical failure and that the soonest we could expect to get home was flying standby on Tuesday.
By this point (2:00 PM EST) we had arrived at LaGuardia. Our cab driver apparently did not understand the ramp system at LGA and after circling the airport twice—with the meter running—he instructed us to walk from the bus stop with all of our luggage. So we made our way across the sludge of the parking lot to the Northwest/Delta terminal. After explaining our situation to a Northwest employee, we were told to wait in the check-in line. After about thirty to forty-five minutes of waiting we reached the front and were told that we were in the wrong line and that we should now get in a different line.
Shortly after moving to the alternate line which had not moved for almost an hour, the two representatives who were working that area left leaving all of us in a small state of panic. Fortunately, another man in a Northwest uniform began handing out flier with a number on it. We were told that the number on the flier was a “special hotline” set up to handle our situation; however, when we called the number we were greeted with an automated message telling us that “Due to unusually high call volume, your call could not be answered at this time.” We were instructed to use nwa.com and the call was dropped. Apparently, this was to be Northwest’s strategy for solving the situation—rely on everyone who had booked reservations to use his/her own cell phone at his/her own expense to make alternate arrangements using a special hotline without anyone on the other end of the line. Those passengers without cell phones would simply be out of luck. Eventually a replacement agent appeared who promptly began complaining that she was not supposed to be working at this location. A resounding shout from our fellow passengers assured her that she was in the right place.
Throughout the latter half of our wait, Courtney was speaking to a member of the Northwest customer service “hotline” who first suggested that we take a cab to JFK airport to catch a flight on Continental which was leaving in an hour. After stepping out of line to follow this suggestion, we were told that those seats were no longer available. Our assisting agent then suggested that we fly to Charlotte via a US Airways flight leaving later in the day; however, she was unable to book the seats through the US Airways system because US Airways would not make the seats available except to agents at the airport. No explanation as to why was ever provided.
After arriving at the head of the line, we were again told that the earliest we could expect to fly into Memphis was “ in a couple of days.” It was not until Courtney asked that they get us as close to Memphis as possible that they explained alternative options. Courtney suggested that they fly us to either Nashville or Little Rock and rent then provide us with a one-way car rental to get the rest of the way. They insisted that they could not rent us a car because they did not have insurance for that. Personally, that sounded pretty ridiculous to me. After Courtney’s suggestion, the agent found a flight on American Airlines which would place us in Nashville for the night and fly us to Memphis at 6:15 AM CST Monday morning. This was much better than their previous offers which had us arriving later in the week. So we took it. We were given “priority assignments” on the American Airlines flight—which we later learned was a fancy way of saying that we didn’t really have a seat yet. So we trekked over to the bus stop to wait for the bus to convey us to American Airlines.
The parting instructions we were given by our Northwest agent was that we were to see the Northwest personnel in Nashville for our hotel and meal vouchers because the mechanical delay was the fault of Northwest. She specifically told us that American Airlines would be unable to help us. She also instructed us that we would not need to get our bags in Nashville as they would be “automatically” transferred to Northwest. The American Airlines ticketing agent confirmed this, as well. We dropped our bags and headed to the gate to receive our seating assignment. Around 6:30 PM EST we boarded our flight for Nashville and were on our way. As we boarded the flight, Courtney looked at me and said, “You know, I forgot to ask what time the last Northwest flight leaves Nashville.” I asked her why that was important. “Well, because if this flight gets in late, there won’t be any Northwest people there to give us those vouchers.” I laughed. Surely someone would let them know that they were transferring us to their location.
Upon arriving in Nashville, we discovered the Northwest ticket counters empty.
We made our way down to baggage claim to try to find somebody who worked for Northwest who might still be at work. We found a baggage claim agent who, upon hearing our story, informed us that she could not leave the baggage claim area. She also told us that our instructions from the Northwest agent at LaGuardia were incorrect. Because we had flown in on American Airlines, we were the responsibility of American Airlines. They would provide the vouchers. We insisted that this was incorrect to which she said, “Oh, we all just reimburse each other when these things happen.” So, to humor her, we walked upstairs to the American Airlines ticket counter which was—you guessed it—vacant. So we walked down to the American Airlines baggage claim office and laughed as we asked for our vouchers. Needless to say, we were sent back to the Northwest baggage claim office which was locked. We finally found our Northwest baggage claim agent who no had reinforcements who issued our vouchers after some initial protestations.
As we left the American Airlines baggage claim area for the final time, Courtney saw that one of our bags was sitting out by the conveyer belt. We and some of our fellow passengers inquired of the ladies at the American Airlines baggage claim desk if we should take those bags down to Northwest. Very sternly we were told that we may not even touch those bags. Doing so would result in the need to take those bags back through security. Now, the bag is sitting in a wide open area of the airport. No security personnel are watching the bag. The baggage claim agents cannot even see the bag from this vantage point. Anyone could walk up and steal the bag or worse, plant something in the bag undetected. It was at this moment that it occurred to me that there is a huge procedural gap in flight safety.
Courtney looked at me and said, “No way that bag is on our flight tomorrow,” to which the baggage claim agent responded “Oh we take all of the unclaimed luggage to a cage after everyone has claimed their stuff.”
“Or after someone has stolen my stuff,” I thought to myself.
“We will take your bag to Northwest for your flight in the morning.” OK. Off to the hotel. We arrive shortly before midnight and must be awake to ride back to the airport by 5AM. So we go to sleep.
December 22, 2008: A Comedy of Errors
Luckily, the staff at the Hotel Preston were more than accommodating. Our room was very clean and we enjoyed our four hours of sleep as much as anyone can enjoy just four hours of sleep. We rode back to the airport in plenty of time for our flight. The Northwest ticket line was extremely long and it was only after ten or fifteen minutes that it occurred to me that the First Class kiosk had been vacant the whole time. Since we had no bags to check, I popped into that line and printed our boarding passes and in seconds we were on our way through security.
Courtney asked, “What are the odds that our bag is there when we get there? 100 to 1? 1000 to 1?” I laughed. Surely Northwest will make extra efforts to get our bags to us on time after all of this mess. We arrived in Memphis and waited for our bags. The bag we had not seen the night before came through. The bag we had seen—shockingly—did not arrive. So its another visit to another baggage claim office where we indignantly filed a claim for our missing bag.
The Northwest baggage claim agent initially told us that she could not do anything without our baggage claim checks. The problem is that American had not provided us with said claim checks. She then sighed her disgust with us and asked to see our boarding passes which we provided. After a good bit of head shaking and sighing, we were told that the bag never made it to Northwest and that they would let us know when they found it. By this point, I had had it with the whole system. I asked to speak to a customer service manager.
Memphis, as I understood it, is a Northwest Airlines hub. Despite this fact, upon asking six different gate agents, the baggage claim agents, the Northwest lady working the wheelchair assistance waiting area in the lobby and the ticketing agents, I was uniformly told that there was no one in that location to address my complaint. In each situation, I was given a pamphlet with a phone number on the back and told to contact “these people.” It was the same number I had called the previous day only to receive an automated message and have my call disconnected.
Throughout the day, I made multiple attempts to contact Northwest and American’s baggage claim offices. Northwest continued to assert that they had no more news. American was even more hostile. Once of American’s agents even went so far as to tell Courtney that she “would not help [us]” and that it was “impossible for [us] to speak with American Airlines” about this “because no one is going to help you. We are in constant contact with Northwest. If we had your bag we would have already told Northwest.”
Courtney assured her that it was possible for us to talk to American “because we are on the phone with you right now!” The agent then told Courtney that she could “keep repeating yourself all you want; but it will not change the fact that no one is going to assist you.” Our bags had been transferred to Northwest and American was no longer involved.
I spent approximately eight hours on hold, waiting for assistance. I spoke with the baggage claim areas for Northwest and American in Nashville. I spoke with Northwest multiple times. Finally, and only because Courtney noticed an error in the lost baggage claim information, I reached perhaps the only competent member of the Northwest operation in this area who informed me that my bag had been routed though Chicago. (Which makes total sense!) She said that the note had been in the system for hours. She did not understand why I had not been told before. The note, in fact, said that my bag should have arrived in Memphis around noon.
In disbelief, I called the Memphis American Airlines baggage claim area and was told that my bag had arrived at their office around 5PM. They had made several attempts to contact Northwest but were unable to get them on the phone. They had assumed that someone from Northwest would eventually come and get it. I asked how late she would be there and drove back to the airport to get the bag. I have still never received a call from Northwest about my lost bag. No one has called to offer an apology for their complete lack of planning for these contingencies and lack of competence in managing through the situation.
It was supposed to be simple. The trip would begin with a direct flight from Memphis to New York. We would have fun seeing some very predictable shows, snap photos in Times Square and be the stereotypical tourists of which we and our very cool Northeastern friends used to make fun. The trip would end with a direct flight from New York to Memphis to rejoin our three darling children and our lives. Funny thing happened on the way back to the Bluff City…
Actually, the story is not funny. I have now been forced to recount it over thirty times to varying members of Northwest Airlines and American Airlines and I will assure you it is not funny at all. It is, in fact, quite annoying and all of my efforts to obtain any measure of satisfaction have fallen on deaf ears. So I am now writing it down, simply so that if anyone else asks me, I can forward a copy of this document and save my voice.
Let me begin by saying that Courtney and I are seasoned travelers. Courtney has traveled all over the world. Her mother is a former travel agent. I travel for work at least once per month and I routinely provide guidance for people in my office with complex travel requirements or when their reservation needs trend toward the exotic. Our oldest daughter flew over a dozen flights in her first year of life. We do this a lot and while this has never happened before, all of our previous bad experiences have also been with Northwest Airlines. So perhaps we should have known better.
December 21, 2008: A Perfect Storm at LaGuardia
After checking out at the Manhattan Hilton on Sunday at 1200 EST, Courtney and I attempted to check in on our returning flight to Memphis whereupon we were told that our flight had been cancelled. There was a link to rebook our tickets through the website but the link was apparently disabled or broken because pressing it yielded no results. LaGuardia had experienced numerous flight cancellations due to inclement weather on the two prior days and, knowing that alternate flights would be filling up quickly, we immediately called Northwest customer service. We waited on hold for over forty minutes before being told by a representative that our flight was cancelled due to a mechanical failure and that the soonest we could expect to get home was flying standby on Tuesday.
By this point (2:00 PM EST) we had arrived at LaGuardia. Our cab driver apparently did not understand the ramp system at LGA and after circling the airport twice—with the meter running—he instructed us to walk from the bus stop with all of our luggage. So we made our way across the sludge of the parking lot to the Northwest/Delta terminal. After explaining our situation to a Northwest employee, we were told to wait in the check-in line. After about thirty to forty-five minutes of waiting we reached the front and were told that we were in the wrong line and that we should now get in a different line.
Shortly after moving to the alternate line which had not moved for almost an hour, the two representatives who were working that area left leaving all of us in a small state of panic. Fortunately, another man in a Northwest uniform began handing out flier with a number on it. We were told that the number on the flier was a “special hotline” set up to handle our situation; however, when we called the number we were greeted with an automated message telling us that “Due to unusually high call volume, your call could not be answered at this time.” We were instructed to use nwa.com and the call was dropped. Apparently, this was to be Northwest’s strategy for solving the situation—rely on everyone who had booked reservations to use his/her own cell phone at his/her own expense to make alternate arrangements using a special hotline without anyone on the other end of the line. Those passengers without cell phones would simply be out of luck. Eventually a replacement agent appeared who promptly began complaining that she was not supposed to be working at this location. A resounding shout from our fellow passengers assured her that she was in the right place.
Throughout the latter half of our wait, Courtney was speaking to a member of the Northwest customer service “hotline” who first suggested that we take a cab to JFK airport to catch a flight on Continental which was leaving in an hour. After stepping out of line to follow this suggestion, we were told that those seats were no longer available. Our assisting agent then suggested that we fly to Charlotte via a US Airways flight leaving later in the day; however, she was unable to book the seats through the US Airways system because US Airways would not make the seats available except to agents at the airport. No explanation as to why was ever provided.
After arriving at the head of the line, we were again told that the earliest we could expect to fly into Memphis was “ in a couple of days.” It was not until Courtney asked that they get us as close to Memphis as possible that they explained alternative options. Courtney suggested that they fly us to either Nashville or Little Rock and rent then provide us with a one-way car rental to get the rest of the way. They insisted that they could not rent us a car because they did not have insurance for that. Personally, that sounded pretty ridiculous to me. After Courtney’s suggestion, the agent found a flight on American Airlines which would place us in Nashville for the night and fly us to Memphis at 6:15 AM CST Monday morning. This was much better than their previous offers which had us arriving later in the week. So we took it. We were given “priority assignments” on the American Airlines flight—which we later learned was a fancy way of saying that we didn’t really have a seat yet. So we trekked over to the bus stop to wait for the bus to convey us to American Airlines.
The parting instructions we were given by our Northwest agent was that we were to see the Northwest personnel in Nashville for our hotel and meal vouchers because the mechanical delay was the fault of Northwest. She specifically told us that American Airlines would be unable to help us. She also instructed us that we would not need to get our bags in Nashville as they would be “automatically” transferred to Northwest. The American Airlines ticketing agent confirmed this, as well. We dropped our bags and headed to the gate to receive our seating assignment. Around 6:30 PM EST we boarded our flight for Nashville and were on our way. As we boarded the flight, Courtney looked at me and said, “You know, I forgot to ask what time the last Northwest flight leaves Nashville.” I asked her why that was important. “Well, because if this flight gets in late, there won’t be any Northwest people there to give us those vouchers.” I laughed. Surely someone would let them know that they were transferring us to their location.
Upon arriving in Nashville, we discovered the Northwest ticket counters empty.
We made our way down to baggage claim to try to find somebody who worked for Northwest who might still be at work. We found a baggage claim agent who, upon hearing our story, informed us that she could not leave the baggage claim area. She also told us that our instructions from the Northwest agent at LaGuardia were incorrect. Because we had flown in on American Airlines, we were the responsibility of American Airlines. They would provide the vouchers. We insisted that this was incorrect to which she said, “Oh, we all just reimburse each other when these things happen.” So, to humor her, we walked upstairs to the American Airlines ticket counter which was—you guessed it—vacant. So we walked down to the American Airlines baggage claim office and laughed as we asked for our vouchers. Needless to say, we were sent back to the Northwest baggage claim office which was locked. We finally found our Northwest baggage claim agent who no had reinforcements who issued our vouchers after some initial protestations.
As we left the American Airlines baggage claim area for the final time, Courtney saw that one of our bags was sitting out by the conveyer belt. We and some of our fellow passengers inquired of the ladies at the American Airlines baggage claim desk if we should take those bags down to Northwest. Very sternly we were told that we may not even touch those bags. Doing so would result in the need to take those bags back through security. Now, the bag is sitting in a wide open area of the airport. No security personnel are watching the bag. The baggage claim agents cannot even see the bag from this vantage point. Anyone could walk up and steal the bag or worse, plant something in the bag undetected. It was at this moment that it occurred to me that there is a huge procedural gap in flight safety.
Courtney looked at me and said, “No way that bag is on our flight tomorrow,” to which the baggage claim agent responded “Oh we take all of the unclaimed luggage to a cage after everyone has claimed their stuff.”
“Or after someone has stolen my stuff,” I thought to myself.
“We will take your bag to Northwest for your flight in the morning.” OK. Off to the hotel. We arrive shortly before midnight and must be awake to ride back to the airport by 5AM. So we go to sleep.
December 22, 2008: A Comedy of Errors
Luckily, the staff at the Hotel Preston were more than accommodating. Our room was very clean and we enjoyed our four hours of sleep as much as anyone can enjoy just four hours of sleep. We rode back to the airport in plenty of time for our flight. The Northwest ticket line was extremely long and it was only after ten or fifteen minutes that it occurred to me that the First Class kiosk had been vacant the whole time. Since we had no bags to check, I popped into that line and printed our boarding passes and in seconds we were on our way through security.
Courtney asked, “What are the odds that our bag is there when we get there? 100 to 1? 1000 to 1?” I laughed. Surely Northwest will make extra efforts to get our bags to us on time after all of this mess. We arrived in Memphis and waited for our bags. The bag we had not seen the night before came through. The bag we had seen—shockingly—did not arrive. So its another visit to another baggage claim office where we indignantly filed a claim for our missing bag.
The Northwest baggage claim agent initially told us that she could not do anything without our baggage claim checks. The problem is that American had not provided us with said claim checks. She then sighed her disgust with us and asked to see our boarding passes which we provided. After a good bit of head shaking and sighing, we were told that the bag never made it to Northwest and that they would let us know when they found it. By this point, I had had it with the whole system. I asked to speak to a customer service manager.
Memphis, as I understood it, is a Northwest Airlines hub. Despite this fact, upon asking six different gate agents, the baggage claim agents, the Northwest lady working the wheelchair assistance waiting area in the lobby and the ticketing agents, I was uniformly told that there was no one in that location to address my complaint. In each situation, I was given a pamphlet with a phone number on the back and told to contact “these people.” It was the same number I had called the previous day only to receive an automated message and have my call disconnected.
Throughout the day, I made multiple attempts to contact Northwest and American’s baggage claim offices. Northwest continued to assert that they had no more news. American was even more hostile. Once of American’s agents even went so far as to tell Courtney that she “would not help [us]” and that it was “impossible for [us] to speak with American Airlines” about this “because no one is going to help you. We are in constant contact with Northwest. If we had your bag we would have already told Northwest.”
Courtney assured her that it was possible for us to talk to American “because we are on the phone with you right now!” The agent then told Courtney that she could “keep repeating yourself all you want; but it will not change the fact that no one is going to assist you.” Our bags had been transferred to Northwest and American was no longer involved.
I spent approximately eight hours on hold, waiting for assistance. I spoke with the baggage claim areas for Northwest and American in Nashville. I spoke with Northwest multiple times. Finally, and only because Courtney noticed an error in the lost baggage claim information, I reached perhaps the only competent member of the Northwest operation in this area who informed me that my bag had been routed though Chicago. (Which makes total sense!) She said that the note had been in the system for hours. She did not understand why I had not been told before. The note, in fact, said that my bag should have arrived in Memphis around noon.
In disbelief, I called the Memphis American Airlines baggage claim area and was told that my bag had arrived at their office around 5PM. They had made several attempts to contact Northwest but were unable to get them on the phone. They had assumed that someone from Northwest would eventually come and get it. I asked how late she would be there and drove back to the airport to get the bag. I have still never received a call from Northwest about my lost bag. No one has called to offer an apology for their complete lack of planning for these contingencies and lack of competence in managing through the situation.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
We'll Have a Green Christmas Without You (aka The Christmas Letter)
In the spirit of saving paper, we didn't send our annual letter with our Christmas cards this year. I truly love a good Christmas letter, even from people I see all year round. It's fun to see what people think is important enough to include in a year-end wrap-up. We've done poems and changed the words to Christmas songs, made the letter from one of our tiny children, and written pretty traditional-style letters as well. This year, it's an Electronic Christmas.
You can read through my blog to get some REALLY detailed snapshots of our adventures. Or you can just read this, consider yourself informed, and move on to the egg nog.
We started 2008 by moving into our house in Lakeland. It's amazing how you can spread out to fill whatever space you've got--what seemed like a cavernous blank canvas is now furnished, decorated and messy. Our neighborhood is quiet and has lots of kids. We have a backyard full of trees and a porch with a swing. Peter's brother and his family live around the corner. My parents live only about 25 minutes away. It's blissful.
Molly changed schools when we moved, finished Kindergarten in May and is now a first grader. She's an eager student, likes math, reading and art. She likes to write and illustrate stories and made the Citizenship honor roll at school. Molly's in her second year of Girl Scouts. This summer, she took swimming lessons and played t-ball and had a great time at theater camp. Now that she's 7, she relishes her role as Biggest Sister. When she grows up, she wants to be an artist or an art teacher.
Rebecca is 4 years old and is half-way through her Pre-K year at a Montessori preschool. The Montessori philosophy allows children to explore their environments and learn at their own pace--this is perfect for Becca. She is curious, patient, kind and loves to learn. She's reading now and likes to call out Molly's spelling words to her! Rebecca takes gymnastics and spent her favorite weeks of summer at Zoo Camp. Rebecca might be a stand-up comic some day--her timing is awesome and she KNOWS when she's being funny--however, she has said for some time that she will be an animal surgeon when she grows up. She loves both animals and blood-and-guts, so that seems like a good match! She plans to name her firstborn daughter Bella Santamaria Nina Pinta Rosa.
Amelia turned 1 in October and keeps us on our toes! She started walking at 10 months and has been a little Speed Racer ever since. She adores her sisters, loves to blow kisses and play "Where's Amelia!?" Our daily refrain includes "what's in Amelia's mouth?" and "don't eat that!" She is in daycare fulltime and has adjusted well to that, reaching happily for her teacher each morning. She's small for her age but moves quite well, so we call her "The Elf"--such a tiny fun-filled package! Amelia loves our dog Quincy, and that feeling is mutual. He protects her and snuggles with her often!
I (Courtney) am still practicing midwifery in Jackson, TN, in a practice that serves mostly low-income women and families. With the economy's depressed state, the challenges of the poor and working poor are magnified--and more and more people are falling into this category. Still, for me, the joys of welcoming babies and caring for women far outweigh the tough parts, and the strength of women continues to amaze me. When I am not midwifin', I am doing mom stuff, helping out in the girls' schools when possible, trying to keep up the blog and the scrapbooks, and always planning family trips and adventures!
Peter is adjusting to working from home for Interactive Technologies. He travels regularly--to the DC office, back to Davenport, or to St. Louis. Their management retreat this year was in Virginia Beach--a nice backdrop as they made plans for the fiscal year to come. With any change in Washington, government contractors have adjustments to make, so they are all working together to serve where they can. He is enjoying being close to friends and family again, is able to volunteer at the girls' schools as well, and played softball last summer.
We enjoyed a Spring Break trip to Washington, DC, and a few weekend road trips here and there to see friends. We all did some volunteer work throughout the year through our church and my parents' church; had season tickets for a community theater; played on a winning trivia team; and frequented Memphis Redbirds baseball games, the Pink Palace Museum and the Memphis Zoo. Our neighborhood is a great place to take evening walks and watch our eight-member herd of deer.
Peter and I will celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary this week with a trip to New York City. As we look back on a decade, we are reminded how blessed we have been. We have 3 beautiful, healthy and happy daughters; careers that make us happy and make a difference in the world; a strong and nurturing family network; abiding faith in Christ and an ever-growing spiritual life; and friends to walk with us on our journey. Thank you! As always, we strive to keep the spirit of Christmas alive all year, remembering to love one another and to love and serve God. It is our sincere prayer that you and your family are richly blessed in 2009!
You can read through my blog to get some REALLY detailed snapshots of our adventures. Or you can just read this, consider yourself informed, and move on to the egg nog.
We started 2008 by moving into our house in Lakeland. It's amazing how you can spread out to fill whatever space you've got--what seemed like a cavernous blank canvas is now furnished, decorated and messy. Our neighborhood is quiet and has lots of kids. We have a backyard full of trees and a porch with a swing. Peter's brother and his family live around the corner. My parents live only about 25 minutes away. It's blissful.
Molly changed schools when we moved, finished Kindergarten in May and is now a first grader. She's an eager student, likes math, reading and art. She likes to write and illustrate stories and made the Citizenship honor roll at school. Molly's in her second year of Girl Scouts. This summer, she took swimming lessons and played t-ball and had a great time at theater camp. Now that she's 7, she relishes her role as Biggest Sister. When she grows up, she wants to be an artist or an art teacher.
Rebecca is 4 years old and is half-way through her Pre-K year at a Montessori preschool. The Montessori philosophy allows children to explore their environments and learn at their own pace--this is perfect for Becca. She is curious, patient, kind and loves to learn. She's reading now and likes to call out Molly's spelling words to her! Rebecca takes gymnastics and spent her favorite weeks of summer at Zoo Camp. Rebecca might be a stand-up comic some day--her timing is awesome and she KNOWS when she's being funny--however, she has said for some time that she will be an animal surgeon when she grows up. She loves both animals and blood-and-guts, so that seems like a good match! She plans to name her firstborn daughter Bella Santamaria Nina Pinta Rosa.
Amelia turned 1 in October and keeps us on our toes! She started walking at 10 months and has been a little Speed Racer ever since. She adores her sisters, loves to blow kisses and play "Where's Amelia!?" Our daily refrain includes "what's in Amelia's mouth?" and "don't eat that!" She is in daycare fulltime and has adjusted well to that, reaching happily for her teacher each morning. She's small for her age but moves quite well, so we call her "The Elf"--such a tiny fun-filled package! Amelia loves our dog Quincy, and that feeling is mutual. He protects her and snuggles with her often!
I (Courtney) am still practicing midwifery in Jackson, TN, in a practice that serves mostly low-income women and families. With the economy's depressed state, the challenges of the poor and working poor are magnified--and more and more people are falling into this category. Still, for me, the joys of welcoming babies and caring for women far outweigh the tough parts, and the strength of women continues to amaze me. When I am not midwifin', I am doing mom stuff, helping out in the girls' schools when possible, trying to keep up the blog and the scrapbooks, and always planning family trips and adventures!
Peter is adjusting to working from home for Interactive Technologies. He travels regularly--to the DC office, back to Davenport, or to St. Louis. Their management retreat this year was in Virginia Beach--a nice backdrop as they made plans for the fiscal year to come. With any change in Washington, government contractors have adjustments to make, so they are all working together to serve where they can. He is enjoying being close to friends and family again, is able to volunteer at the girls' schools as well, and played softball last summer.
We enjoyed a Spring Break trip to Washington, DC, and a few weekend road trips here and there to see friends. We all did some volunteer work throughout the year through our church and my parents' church; had season tickets for a community theater; played on a winning trivia team; and frequented Memphis Redbirds baseball games, the Pink Palace Museum and the Memphis Zoo. Our neighborhood is a great place to take evening walks and watch our eight-member herd of deer.
Peter and I will celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary this week with a trip to New York City. As we look back on a decade, we are reminded how blessed we have been. We have 3 beautiful, healthy and happy daughters; careers that make us happy and make a difference in the world; a strong and nurturing family network; abiding faith in Christ and an ever-growing spiritual life; and friends to walk with us on our journey. Thank you! As always, we strive to keep the spirit of Christmas alive all year, remembering to love one another and to love and serve God. It is our sincere prayer that you and your family are richly blessed in 2009!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Snow Day!
I left work early to pick up the girls when school was dismissed early. The prediction? Ice! Starting at noon, they said, with a warning extending to 6:00 the next morning. Take a look at the view from the side porch at our house an hour AFTER this kids would normally get home! WOW!
So we were left to figure out what to do all afternoon. Molly's birthday present--the cupcake maker--needed to be tested out. Took an extraordinarily long time to make one cupcake, but they loved it. The icing was too thin--my fault for reading the directions incorrectly--and super sweet, but a cupcake is a cupcake! We also made reindeer footprints/handprints while Amelia was napping.
So, no ice, but we had a good time! (For the record, there was still no ice the next morning.)
So we were left to figure out what to do all afternoon. Molly's birthday present--the cupcake maker--needed to be tested out. Took an extraordinarily long time to make one cupcake, but they loved it. The icing was too thin--my fault for reading the directions incorrectly--and super sweet, but a cupcake is a cupcake! We also made reindeer footprints/handprints while Amelia was napping.
So, no ice, but we had a good time! (For the record, there was still no ice the next morning.)
Monday, December 15, 2008
Alpine Village
Our church hosts a wonderful Christmas village with "shops" that children visit, a live Nativity to experience, Alpine horn blowers, an elaborate puppet show, visits with Santa and fake snow for kids to throw on each other and roll around in. People from the community come as well, making it an annual tradition for many. Literally thousands of people visit each year.
We took the girls on the first night. They made gingerbread cookies, received a book and a bag full of candy, made ornaments, ate popcorn, hung crosses on a tree with their names on them, and watched the Nativity scene. Their favorite part, by far, was the fake snow. Even Amelia loved the fake snow. On the 3rd day, we worked in the Candy Shop. Molly and Rebecca took turns as the Elf greeters as the adults ushered herds of kids around the shop for candy.
Hopefully, this will be a new Christmas tradition for us, one we can look forward to year after year!
We took the girls on the first night. They made gingerbread cookies, received a book and a bag full of candy, made ornaments, ate popcorn, hung crosses on a tree with their names on them, and watched the Nativity scene. Their favorite part, by far, was the fake snow. Even Amelia loved the fake snow. On the 3rd day, we worked in the Candy Shop. Molly and Rebecca took turns as the Elf greeters as the adults ushered herds of kids around the shop for candy.
Hopefully, this will be a new Christmas tradition for us, one we can look forward to year after year!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
O Christmas Tree
I love our family Christmas tree. Last year we bought an artificial tree, pre-lit and all, which was fine in our little apartment for people with a teeny little baby who were about to move to a new house. I kicked and screamed about artificial trees--I am not a fan. But we got one and it was fine. This year, however, our house layout made a real tree easier to manage--quick in and out with no carpet to pull needles out of. So it's back to a real tree!
Anyway, over the years, we have chopped down our own tree, gotten a wide and wild one from the Yale School of Forestry, bought from Home Depot and local lots, grocery stores and tree farms. We always manage to get a great looking tree that smells fresh and never stays well-watered. What I love best, however, are the ornaments. When Peter and I were dating, we started a tradition of exchanging ornaments each Christmas. By the time we were married--10 years ago next week!--we had 14 ornaments between us. For our honeymoon we were in New York City for Christmas, but our first year with a tree, we proudly hung the 14 ornaments. We bought cheap plaster ornaments and painted them, along with a piece-by-piece wooden nativity set that we also painted. We had no money but we made it all work!
Even now, every ornament on our tree tells a story. Broke college students, broke newlyweds, new parents x3. Every trip we take we try to find an ornament, so we have a turtle from Oregon, a decorated/painted egg from the Czech Republic, a DisneyWorld Mickey Mouse one, a candle from Maine, a Lincoln Memorial one from DC, a baseball one from Cooperstown, NY. There are ornaments for each child for each year, handmade ornaments from the kids, ornaments with our dogs' names, ornaments we received as gifts.
There is a time and a place for a tree with a theme, with color-coordinated balls and ribbons and perfect symmetry. Our family tree will never be that kind of tree, but it's perfect just the way it is!
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
Bring on the Christmas events! Last weekend, we went to the Happy Birthday Jesus Party at our church--a lovely reminder of WHY we celebrate in the first place. Peter and I were "in charge" of the 4-and-5-year olds, much to Rebecca's delight. The magician was a big hit, especially when he turned an unsuspecting dove into a chihuahua. Molly's age group had an international-themed dinner party, and she happily recounted that she was wrapped up as a Christmas gift--hot dog style--by the bigger kids and "we won because I was so cute"--whatever that means! No pictures of these events....
Saturday night Peter and I had a night out, our first overnight child-free time since Amelia's birth over a year ago. We saw a play (hilarious, called Altar Boyz), ate dinner at a restaurant without highchairs (Asian fusion tappas, if you must know), listened to live music at a bar, and had dessert at a nice restaurant downtown. Again, no pictures of this event....
Finally, an outing with art: Sunday we headed to the Pink Palace for the Festival of Trees/Enchanted Forest.
Trees are decorated with a theme, sponsored by local businesses. The girls had a three-way tie for favorite--the High School Musical one, the Hannah Montana one, and the cupcakes/candies one. Baby Amelia liked anything she could grab (which was an awful lot).
The Enchanted Forest--with its animated fuzzy creatures, gingerbread village and train sets--was a winner. Molly and Rebecca enjoyed the Scavenger Hunt (find the red mailbox, the elf with a brown beard, the raccoon with a tool box, etc.). Amelia did her trademark point-and-giggle move and liked walking over the confetti snowflakes.
The Enchanted Forest was a hit when I was little--used to be in department store downtown, then later at the gigantic Agricenter, and now at the Pink Palace museum. Last year--my first time to go in many years--the creatures smelled like moth balls and cat pee (did not deter the girls' enjoyment). This year, they clearly had been cleaned up and spruced up.
The whole event culminated in a visit with Santa. Amelia was exhausted and crying, though the photographer did snap one picture with her looking less-than-thrilled but not crying. Rebecca is in her fake smile phase, as you can see, and Molly looks like she is 7-going-on-17 here. Yikes!
Bring on the Winter Wonderland!
Saturday night Peter and I had a night out, our first overnight child-free time since Amelia's birth over a year ago. We saw a play (hilarious, called Altar Boyz), ate dinner at a restaurant without highchairs (Asian fusion tappas, if you must know), listened to live music at a bar, and had dessert at a nice restaurant downtown. Again, no pictures of this event....
Finally, an outing with art: Sunday we headed to the Pink Palace for the Festival of Trees/Enchanted Forest.
Trees are decorated with a theme, sponsored by local businesses. The girls had a three-way tie for favorite--the High School Musical one, the Hannah Montana one, and the cupcakes/candies one. Baby Amelia liked anything she could grab (which was an awful lot).
The Enchanted Forest--with its animated fuzzy creatures, gingerbread village and train sets--was a winner. Molly and Rebecca enjoyed the Scavenger Hunt (find the red mailbox, the elf with a brown beard, the raccoon with a tool box, etc.). Amelia did her trademark point-and-giggle move and liked walking over the confetti snowflakes.
The Enchanted Forest was a hit when I was little--used to be in department store downtown, then later at the gigantic Agricenter, and now at the Pink Palace museum. Last year--my first time to go in many years--the creatures smelled like moth balls and cat pee (did not deter the girls' enjoyment). This year, they clearly had been cleaned up and spruced up.
The whole event culminated in a visit with Santa. Amelia was exhausted and crying, though the photographer did snap one picture with her looking less-than-thrilled but not crying. Rebecca is in her fake smile phase, as you can see, and Molly looks like she is 7-going-on-17 here. Yikes!
Bring on the Winter Wonderland!
17 Girls and Their Fancy Hats
Molly's tea party in honor of her 7th (gulp!) birthday was a great success! Moms dropped their beautifully-dressed daughters off for an afternoon of wide-brimmed-hat-making, vase-painting, playroom-destroying, tiny-cupcake-eating FUN! A few brave adults stayed around as witnesses. Our friends drove up from Jackson, MS, and were a HUGE help in getting ready (I am trying now to convince Paige to be a caterer if teaching doesn't pan out for her.). Molly grinned from ear to ear all afternoon. Who knows how many more years she will let me do little girly things for her/with her, so I relished this event.
with Kas and Rebecca
Jordan and Madison
painting vases and teacups = relative quiet for a few minutes!
receiving the birthday song!
Dad helps with choosing ribbons and flowers for hats
the cookie cake
We Gather Together...
We welcomed a house full of family for Turkey Day! The 5 of us watched the Macy's parade in the morning (favorites included the Rockettes and Hello Kitty). Peter made a scrumptious herb-butter-infused turkey, we made desserts and side dishes, and all the folks who came over contributed to a filling and fulfilling meal. It was a perfect crisp day, so the kids went on a woodsy hike with Nana before dinner and another hike with Nana, Uncle Matt/Dad and Papa after dinner. The playroom and the deck enjoyed lots of squealy girls, and we the adults just enjoyed relaxing, watching football and catching up. Peter's parents were here from Oregon, Matt and Laurie and their beautiful 3 girls came from 2 blocks away, my parents made the trek across Memphis, and my aunt and cousin came from northern MS and Collierville, TN, respectively. So many blessings!
dancing with the Rockettes
cousins!
just the 5 of us
pulling the wishbone--caroline and hallie were victorious!
the girls at the "kids' table"
the grandparents and my girls!
the big people table
dancing with the Rockettes
cousins!
just the 5 of us
pulling the wishbone--caroline and hallie were victorious!
the girls at the "kids' table"
the grandparents and my girls!
the big people table
Monday, December 1, 2008
The Pilgrim and Her Progress
Rebecca's fabulous Montessori school hosted their Fall Program on Nov 23. We were treated to coifed kids singing about community, early US history, Native Americans, the continents and turkeys running away to avoid death. The parents supplied the potluck lunch--we all outdid ourselves with amazing food as always--and the kids supplied the adorable entertainment. Rebecca has been singing the songs for weeks, and she sang her heart out for the program. She held the poster of Columbus's ships with pride (she plans to name her firstborn daughter Bella Santamaria Nina Pinta Rosa). So proud of our little pilgrim!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
One Fine Day at the Memphis Zoo
Who knows how many lovely Saturdays we have left before it's too chilly for outside time? So, we picked up Papa and loaded up for a trek to the Memphis Zoo, one of our favorite family fun places in the city! This was the first time Amelia really noticed the animals--she pointed and giggled, first at the giraffes, then at the zebras, polar bears, pandas and seals. The animals put on a great show for us!
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