From Sea to Space: Another Day in New York

When your morning begins with a tour of a submarine, a supersonic jet, a space shuttle and an aircraft carrier, you know it’s going to be a good day. A nice bonus was that our membership from the Okanagan Science Centre got us in for free (OK, the Concorde and the space shuttle did cost extra…this is New York, after all.)

The submarine was the U.S.S. Growler, a Cold War-era sub that carried nuclear missiles but contained less technological wizardry than my cell phone. (Think about that for a second.) Our walk-through tour showed us the engine room, crew quarters, galley, missile hangars, etc.

We were more interested in the Concorde, however. The museum has an actual British Airways jet that made hundreds of supersonic trips between New York and London. We got to sit in the first class cabin (you know, where the Queen of England also sat) and see the cockpit, which was beyond cool.

The space shuttle Enterprise was another highlight. This was the prototype shuttle that never actually went into orbit, and you can’t actually get inside it, but you can walk all around the outside and even go right underneath it. Awesome.

We had to curtail our visit to the aircraft carrier U.S.S. Intrepid due to time constraints, but that was OK because we toured a bigger aircraft carrier in San Diego a few years ago anyway. Chris took hundreds of photos of everything on the flight deck, but the only thing that stood out for me was the Blackbird spy plane — it was so sleek. Nice.

Next up was a harbor cruise that we took mainly to see the Statue of Liberty (I was also hoping to see the UN building, but the general assembly is in session, so security won’t let anything near it).

I’m in a rush to finish this entry cause we have to run out and get something to eat before our Broadway show tonight (Rock of Ages, here we come!)

To DC tomorrow…

A Second Bite of the Big Apple

We started the day with a quintessential New York experience: going up the Empire State Building. Early risers that we are, we were among the first ones there when the doors opened. I was amazed that it only took 60 seconds to go up 86 storeys in the elevator — I know some buildings in Kelowna whose elevators take that long just to get to the third floor. The views were incredible, but we were done after 10 minutes. At least we didn’t spend hours waiting in line for that.

New York may be big and crowded and loud, but it does have some kick-ass museums. We spent four hours at the American Museum of Natural History, and there was lots more we could’ve seen, but our feet just couldn’t take any more. Dinosaur fossils, a planetarium space show, a special exhibit on whales, plus the largest meteorite on display anywhere…”wow” doesn’t begin to cover it. Awesome.

Tomorrow is another museum, a harbor cruise, and a Broadway show — it should be cool!

I ____ New York

New York has never been high on my list of must-see destinations. In fact, it ranks pretty high on the list of places I wanted to avoid. I always thought of the city as huge, crowded, expensive and dangerous. Now that I’m here, I think of it as huge, crowded, expensive…and kind of interesting.

Granted, we haven’t done much yet. The train ride from Boston took four hours, and by the time our cabbie fought his way through traffic and deposited us at our Upper West Side hotel, it was mid-afternoon. We finally hopped the subway to Times Square and caught a sightseeing bus that took us all around downtown and lower Manhattan. It was an open-air double-decker bus, so of course everyone sat up top, but no one dared sit up too tall or they’d be clipped by overhanging traffic lights and tree branches. Huh.

Still, we were so happy to be able to sit back and relax that we didn’t care about having to watch our heads. The guide had all kinds of interesting factoids about every park, church, and skyscraper we passed, and there were a LOT of them. (One factoid that stuck with me: most schools in Manhattan don’t have playgrounds, so at recess time the cops actually close down a section of the street so the kids have somewhere to play. How sad is that?)

This might be the city that never sleeps, but I’m ready for a good long snooze. Tomorrow we’ll have a full day to explore…

On the bus at Times Square

On the bus at Times Square

 

A Big Day in Beantown

Patriotism is big in Boston. This is the city of Paul Revere and the sons of liberty, the city whose citizens dumped a boatload of tea into the harbor in protest, the city that began the fight for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. It’s almost enough to make you want to apologize for not being American. (I said almost.)

We got a heavy dose of this patriotic history by walking a bit of the Freedom Trail, a path through downtown that passes a bunch of buildings and other sites dating from pre-revolutionary times. We saw the Old State House, built in 1713 as the seat of the colonial government; the Declaration of Independence was first read to Bostonians from the balcony. Not far from the state house was the cemetery where people like Samuel Adams and Paul Revere were laid to rest. The God-bless-America thing gets kind of annoying, but you have to respect a place that remembers where it came from.

And you have to love the place where everybody knows your name. The highlight of Chris’s day was having lunch at the original Cheers bar, which looks exactly like the TV version from the outside, but in no way resembles it on the inside. There was plenty of memorabilia on the walls, though, and of course a gift shop where you could get every conceivable souvenir (including a T-shirt with a picture of a beer stein and a tagline that read, “I don’t even remember my name.”) It was pretty cool.

Next up was a free walking tour of Harvard’s hallowed grounds. Our guide was a second-year sociology student, and I did wonder why anyone would spend $60,000 a year to get an undergrad degree in the social sciences…but maybe I’m missing something.

We rounded off the day with some clam chow-dah and seafood at a very cool restaurant on the harborfront before dragging our weary bones back to the hotel. Tomorrow morning we catch a train to New York.

Stay tuned…

East Coast Adventure: Day 1

I wouldn’t say I’m a huge fan of baseball, but I do appreciate history and tradition, and Fenway Park has that in spades. So when I discovered the Blue Jays were playing the Red Sox on our first day in Boston, I snapped up a couple tickets. The weather was in doubt right up until an hour before game time, but then the skies miraculously cleared and we had a truly glorious afternoon (never mind that the Jays lost). What an amazing place to watch a game.

Not that Fenway is the only historical site in Boston. We actually started the day by touring the navy yard, home to the U.S.S. Constitution. Launched in 1797, it’s the oldest commissioned naval vessel still afloat. We took the free guided tour and got to see the main deck, the cannons, and the crew hammocks. It didn’t really compare to the U.S.S. Missouri that we saw in Hawaii, or the Midway that we saw in San Diego, but it was an okay way to spend an hour.

More history tomorrow…

Deep Breaths…

Be careful what you wish for, I guess. I was so focused on the thrill of getting the kids back to school that I kind of forgot how hectic our schedule would suddenly become.

Yes, I get six blissful kid-free hours during the day to get my stuff done — but there aren’t too many spare minutes once that final bell rings. Three afternoons a week are taken up with soccer practices and Justin’s therapy sessions, Saturdays are devoted to soccer games, and Sundays are busy with swimming lessons. In between all this we have to squeeze in homework, Justin’s OT exercises and both boys’ bike riding practice. I should start teaching Brayden how to tie his shoes, but God knows when I’ll find the time. Whew.

And it’s only going to get crazier once I start my job next month. I’ve got a nine-month editing contract starting in late October. They’re letting me work 9-2, so I can still keep up with the mad rush of after-school activities (lucky me!) while trying to also fit in all the stuff I now do during the school day (laundry, shopping…) I know a million other moms deal with this work-life balance thing all the time, I know September is always a crazy adjustment period, and I know I’ll find a routine that works for me — eventually.

The good news is that the kids don’t seem to be nearly as stressed out as I am. They’re happy with their new teachers, they’re making new friends, and they’re eating the lunches I’m sending, so that’s all good. There was even a day last week that Brayden didn’t lose any of his stuff. I call that progress.

One day at a time, right?

Why I Love the Back-to-School Season

I never know how to react when someone comments that the summer is flying by. The implication seems to be that precious time is slipping away and gloomier days will soon be upon us.

I don’t see it that way. I always look forward to September. And not just because the kids get out of the house for much of the day (though that is a compelling factor).

Here are my top 5 reasons for looking forward to the end of summer:

1. Routine is good. Call me anal (you wouldn’t be the first), but I actually like being busy, and knowing what’s coming next. It gives me a sense of purpose, which also leads to a sense of accomplishment. So yeah, I like routine.

2. We’re up early anyway. A lot of moms groan when they think of trying to drag sleepy kids out of bed in time to get to class. We don’t have that problem. Justin’s up with the dawn no matter what, so having something to fill the morning is always good.

3. I get to be social too. I like getting the chance to chat with other moms while we wait for the bell to ring. It helps me feel connected to a wider community. There’s more to life than Facebook.

4. Fall is my favorite season. I actually prefer it when there’s a slight chill in the air and you have to wear jeans and maybe a sweater. It’s such a cozy time of year. And I still love crunching all those gorgeous leaves.

5. I love watching my kids grow and learn. A new school year is a reminder that they’re moving on to bigger and better things. I’ve never wished I could go back a stage in parenting — it’s just too cool to see my boys growing into mature and self-sufficient beings.

So while I may be counting the days until school begins again, it’s not just because I’m anxious to kick my kids out of the house. It’s not because we haven’t had a good summer and enjoyed each other’s company. It’s because I look forward to the next stage.

And I refuse to apologize for that.

A One-Day Getaway

Call us crazy, but we actually drove to Vancouver on the last day of the long weekend just to do Science World and catch the Lions-Blue Bombers game. (No, we didn’t drive back the same night — we’re not THAT crazy.) We spent one night in a hotel near the football stadium and then drove back super early the next day. None of us were thrilled when the alarm went off, but Justin had a 1:30 appointment we had to be back for, so we needed an early start.

Still, despite the two early mornings and the 10 hours of driving, it was a nice little getaway. Science World is always fun, and this time we even saw an Omnimax film about the building of the trans-Canada railway that was pretty interesting. I knew Justin would love the football game, given his current obsession with sports, but I thought it might be harder to keep Brayden entertained — but he surprised us all by really getting into the spirit of things, cheering when everyone else did and screaming his head off when the announcer told the crowd to make some noise. All good.

Summer Fun

I haven’t taken many pictures this summer, which is odd considering this is the first year I’ve had a phone with a camera and could technically take photos all the time. At any rate, here’s a random sampling of what we’ve been up to over the past month or so. Enjoy.

An Unsung Hero: The Stay-at-Home Mom

As I sat watching my kids run around at a splash park the other day, it occurred to me that I’ve finally reached the Promised Land of parenting: I can just sit on the blanket and let them run wild. I don’t have to follow them around making sure they don’t drown themselves. I don’t have to remind them to wait their turn in line for the slide. I don’t even have to keep an eye out to see if one of them has to go to the bathroom. My only real function is to drive them to and from the park, and feed them snacks once in a while.

It wasn’t always like this. I remember going to that same splash park with a two-year-old and a newborn, and it was a Herculean effort to keep everyone alive and happy. For a long time I wouldn’t even go without at least one other adult with me to handle the chaos. But such trips are almost effortless now.

Not that the kids appreciate my efforts anyway. Two or three times a week they ask me if they can go to daycare. (Never mind that they’ve never had a non-family babysitter. Never mind that Mommy gave up her career to stay home and take care of them so that they wouldn’t have to spend more time with strangers than with their own parents. Never mind that Mommy is their personal chauffeur and makes a big effort to take them to the movie theatre, the splash park, the bowling alley, etc. The grass is always greener, I guess.)

Today, for instance, we did the waterslide park, went out for a nice lunch, and then toured the science centre. But will the boys ever appreciate just how good they have it?

What are the odds?