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Sunday, November 30, 2014

Baby V's Thanksgiving Road Trip



When you're as cute and as popular as Valencia, you garner a lot of attention. You have a lot of admirers. People know you. The byproduct of that level of stardom is that people want to see you. Your fans want to squish your cheeks, hear your cooing voice, and clean your blowout diapers. Fame comes with some serious perks.

As the parents of Valencia (and we've now learned to go by that moniker, hereafter abbreviated as PoV), we did our best this Thanksgiving to facilitate meetings between our celebrity daughter and the people so eager to meet her for the very first time. It took more than 1,500 miles of driving and staying in four different locations, but we did it. They are, in chronological order:
  • Aunt Holly
  • Uncle Adam
  • Cousin Olivia
  • Cousin Ruby
  • Cousin Sonoma (aka Telesca)
  • Aunt Josie
  • Uncle Rick
  • Cousin Forrest
  • PoV's Cousin Daniel
  • Aunt Mandy
  • Cousin Sadie
  • Cousin Jake
  • Great Uncle Dan
  • Great Aunt Jeanne
  • PoV's Cousin Nick
  • PoV's Cousin Danielle
  • PoV's Cousin James
  • 2nd Cousin Cameron
  • NY Friends Lynn Hock
  • Eddie Hock
  • Joseph Hock
  • UT Friends Gabe Bush
  • Ellen Bush
Vali & Aunt Holly
Vali chilling with her cousins Ruby & Olivia
The one thing I can tell you about Valencia is that she she does not disappoint. If you think she's cute in these pictures, then your heart will skip a beat when you meet her in real life. The people listed above can corroborate. She's an angel straight from heaven, embodied in squishy skin, busy limbs, and a face with seemingly unlimited expressions.

For us, the lowly PoV, it was a great Thanksgiving. Living on the East Coast when most of our family is out West rarely offers us the opportunity to be with so many family at once. In fact, it's never happened in the five and a half years since we moved here. But the stars aligned this year, and we were able to surround ourselves with the people we love on a day that symbolizes the gratitude we feel for our wonderful families and friends.

We are richly blessed. Valencia is a treasure. Celeste is a saint. I am tolerable under most circumstances. Family is forever. How grateful I am for that eternal truth.

The ladies socialize while the gentlemen, well...
Not something we Southerners are accustomed to seeing.
"Another adoring stranger? Better put my game face on."
Vali & Uncle Dan, laughing at the fact that they have the same hair cut.
Mandy flew all the way from Ireland to meet Valencia and be with us for Thanksgiving.

Sadie, Jake, and Merlin. Sadie, the proper lady that she is, couldn't abide Merlin's presence the first time they met. By the time we left, she was racing out the door to give him a farewell hug. #thepowerofmerlin
Jake took no time warming up to Merlin. He got a kick out of hugging and "tickling" him.
The East Coast Olsen/Kidd Crew - Daniel, Mandy, Jake, Forrest, Rick, Josie, Sadie, Merlin, Jack, Les, and Vali
Aunt Josie holding Valencia, getting a whiff of her head, which smells like baby.
Jake & Jack


Close-up of that hat-bootie combo. Ridiculous.



1,500 miles and something like 40+ hours in this carseat, and this is how she looks.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Spring Break: The Wilmington Edition

At the end of a long, unseasonably cold and cruel winter (by North Carolina standards, of course), Celeste and I decided it was time to head to the coast.

*Full disclaimer: "cold" and "cruel" simply mean that snow actually fell this year, and temperatures dipped below the seasonal averages of 40-50 degrees.  I hate to admit it, and by doing so simultaneously betray my winter-wonderland roots, but after living in the Carolinas for seven years, I am now officially a cold-weather wuss.  Give me the sun.


We were joined in our adventure by the lively company of my childhood friend, Gabe, who is as good-natured as he is mischievous.  Thankfully his wife, Ellen (who by all standards is clearly out of his league) accompanied him and kept him in line as much as she could.  Together, we made merry our Spring Break and ambled around historic Wilmington, North Carolina.

Henrietta III on the Wilmington Riverwalk
Aww...
Wilmington and the Cape Fear River


Our first night there we soaked in the Riverwalk while eating at The Basics, a classic down-home Southern restaurant with ribs so tender they fell off the bone, and baked macaroni that tasted like gold.  It was just one of several Southern meals we shared, and by the end of it, Gabe and Ellen could see why it was so hard for us Southerners to stay fit.

We awoke the second day and toured the USS North Carolina, a WWII battleship that was involved in virtually every major battle in the Pacific theater, including Iwo Jima.  The ship shot down dozens of Japanese planes (or "Zeroes" for all you history buffs out there), and even survived a torpedo attack that left it with a hole in the ship's hull 32 X 18-feet wide.

The USS North Carolina (BB-55)


Defending Old Glory





Top Gun

Home Alone



We then toured the Bellamy Mansion, one of the oldest homes in the city, complete with its gardens and slave quarters.  Seeing such refined historic architecture put us in the mood for some more, so we boarded a horse-drawn carriage and took a tour through the historic districts of downtown Wilmington, where many of the homes had stood since before Lincoln, and some before Washington, Adams, and Jefferson.

The 10,000-square foot Bellamy Mansion, built the same year the Civil War began.



When the Union troops captured the city of Wilmington, the Bellamy Mansion was used as officers quarters.  The tobacco stains on the original marble mantlepiece are from the spittin' lips of those damn Yankee invaders.



From L to R: Bob, Prince, Celeste, Baby Girl Olsen, Jackson, Gabe, Ellen.  And yes, Celeste is 6 months pregnant.


From L to R: Prince, Bob, and Ron the Tour Guide



The oldest home in all of Wilmington, the Mitchell-Anderson House was constructed in 1738.

Two elements of my dream house are here included: columns and a wraparound porch.  Very Southern.




On our final day in town, we decided to hit the beach.  With folding chairs, cornhole boards, and a cooler full of food in tow, we made it to nearby Carolina Beach where we played in the ocean waves and laughed at old men searching for treasure with metal detectors.  We played a good deal of cornhole, laid in the sun, and played a little frisbee.  Gabe, in his infinite wisdom, decided to suck at throwing the frisbee and struck a sunbathing female in the head on a bad throw, kicking sand into her face at the same time.  Of course, it was me who was the first responder seeing as I was the one he was supposed to be throwing it to…let's just say it was very uncomfortable for everyone involved.

Cornholing.

Carolina Beach

Be grateful I kept my upper body hidden underwater.  It is known to do retinal damage in direct sunlight.

The Bushes.

From L to R: Forever Frosh, Most School Spirit


Now we are back in the world of gradebooks and lessons and discipline.  Does this depress us?  Not really.  I mean, it's not easy to come back from vacation, regardless of what job you have.  And in our case, summer vacation is already rapping at the door.

Wilmington, anyone?