Showing posts with label Road trip. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Road trip. Show all posts

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.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

The Top 12 of 2012

As life marches on, so does our tradition of reflecting on the previous year.  Despite the highlights you're about to read, I can assure you that 2012 presented its fair share of challenges and heartbreaks.  We faced setbacks and trials like never before, both personally and professionally.  Trying as the year was, we were still blessed with an abundance of love, the indefatigable encouragment of family and friends, and many happy memories.  Here are a few of our favorites, in no particular order:


1. Merlin (aka Puppy la Pooch, The Boy, Merlinpean, Regal Pup, Moy-lin)
When we rescued Merlin in September, he brought a ray of sunshine into our lives and filled a hole in our hearts that we didn't even know existed.  He was a bit timid at first.  Actually, I take that back.  He was an absolute emotional wreck at first, surely the residual effects of his abusive childhood.  He wouldn't eat, take walks, or relieve himself.  He was terrified of us, the outdoors, the indoors, and perhaps most of all, the cute little girls that live in our neighborhood.  Every day when I would get home from work and drag him out the front door to do his business, the cute little gang of pink- and glitter-clad girlies would come running over, begging to pet him in their high-pitched voices.  It may as well have been nails on a chalkboard for poor little Merlin.  He tucked his tail between his legs and dragged himself to the front door on his belly, hoping I would rescue him from his enemies.

Merlin is a very different dog today.  He loves the outdoors, romping through the leaves and woods behind our house, and exploring his new world.  He eats with regularity and poops outside and with great frequency.  Perhaps more than anything, though, Merlin loves to cuddle with his mom and dad, eat their slippers when they're not looking, and lick their hands when they're not paying him enough attention.


2. Escape to Bald Head Island
In the spring of this year, Celeste and I were thrilled to welcome my sister Holly and her family to the east coast.  They moved to Connecticut for a new job opportunity, and we were glad to have them within driving distance.  Over Memorial Day weekend, she and her family, along with my sister Kristen and her family who happened to be visiting the east coast for several weeks, and my cousin Daniel who lives and works in New York City, all came down to the North Carolina coast for an unforgettable weekend at Bald Head Island.  Bald Head is a small island about a mile off the coast of Wilmington, NC.  You can only get there by ferry, and once you arrive, you'll find that the only means of transportation are walking, biking, or golf carting.  It was a magical weekend full of ocean swimming, games, jellyfishes, barbecues, nostalgia, salty air and sunsets.




3. The Traveling Man
As part of my graduate program at N.C. State, I had the opportunity to attend some wonderful education conferences.  The first was to Montana, where I spent three days learning about the plight of Native American education and the long history of exploitation and abuse perpetrated by the United States government.  The next was to Washington, D.C., where I visited the Department of Education and Capitol Hill and took meetings with some of the leading minds in education and policy.  The last was to Hilton Head, South Carolina, where I attended and presented some of my research at the Education Law Association's annual conference.




4. Virginia is for Lovers
Celeste's sister Bonnie and her husband Matt moved to the Virginia suburbs of D.C. this summer to sell pest control.  Shortly after the school year ended, we headed up for a visit.  Despite being pregnant, Bonnie was still game for a wild weekend.  We went to the new Batman movie, went antique shopping in historic Manassas, toured the National Mall and Lincoln Memorial, and went to a Washington Nationals game.  It was amazing.  My Momie Homie Bryce Harper had an incredible game and led the Nats to a big win against division rival Atlanta.  Holla!



5. House Full of Visitors
We played host to some of our favorite people this year.  Celeste's sister Bonnie came first over the summer at 8 months pregnant, then my brother Clay and his wife, Jen, and their new baby, Navy.  Then Papa Britt came in October and graced us with his presence for a full week.  Last but not least, my sister Josie and her husband Rick spent a few days with us just a week before Christmas.  We love having visitors...(hint, hint)

At the North Carolina State Fair

Josie loves dogs, can't you tell?
6. Celeste, Surprises, and the West
Over the summer, Celeste made a trip to visit her sister, Sarah, in Arizona.  Sarah and her husband had recently had their second child, and Celeste just couldn't wait to meet the little guy.  To her surprise, after a day of being in Arizona, she was awoken in the middle of the night to find that her entire family had driven down from Utah to say hello and spend some quality time.  Talk about surprised!


And the surprises didn't end there.  On Christmas morning, Celeste and I opened up all the presents under the tree.  The last one was a little flat and filled with paper.  What was it, you ask?  Oh, just a plane ticket to Utah for that very day.  Celeste didn't know about it, and neither did her family.  She spent Christmas morning in North Carolina, then made it to Utah in time to have Christmas dinner with her parents and siblings.  Papa Britt was so elated, so overcome with joy at her unexpected arrival, he declared: "This is one of the highlights of my life!"




7. A Homemade Thanksgiving
L-R: Ellen, Gabe, Celeste, and new friends Angelique and John
Thanksgiving this year was awesome.  Gabe and Ellen Bush, longtime friends and hipster enthusiasts, drove down from Washington, D.C. to spend the holiday with us.  We had a great time showing them the South, playing games, preparing and eating food, and playing and watching football.  Mostly I'm just glad that my buddy Gabe found such a wonderful companion.  He's short and unattractive, so we weren't sure it would ever happen for him.  Congratulations, buddy.

8. East Coast Road Trip
Celeste and I hit the road in early July to see friends and family, experience a few new cities, and take in the majesty of America.  We climbed into our little Honda Fit, loaded up on treats and goodies, and visited Philadelphia, Boston, New York and Washington.  We saw my old friend Marcus Anderson and his wife, Gabe and Ellen Bush, my sister Holly and her family, and my brother-in-law Marshall on the way home.  Go America!




9. A Cozy Christmas
Most young couples never get to experience a Christmas alone.  While our bank account required it, it was a surprisingly worthwhile experience.  Instead of dealing with the chaos of traveling and trying to see every last friend and relative, our Christmas break was quiet, relaxed, and carefree.  We started new traditions (like making, creating, or building a gift for each other that we exchanged on Christmas Eve) while honoring old ones (like gingerbread houses and the Alastair Sim "Christmas Carol").  We went to shows, went ice skating and basked in the holiday spirit without all the stress.  We also got to focus more on us, and on the Savior.  We probably won't ever do it again, but it was a beautiful experience nonetheless.


Ice skating in downtown Raleigh
Christmas Eve Ultimate Frisbee with Friends
Can you find a ham of a pup?
10. Mormon Democrat Aggies, Unite!
While I wouldn't consider Senator Harry Reid a hero of mine, he's certainly a man I have great respect for, and I considered it an honor to have personally met him at a national gathering of Mormon Democrats on the first day of the Democratic National Convention in Charlotte.  Senator Reid is the highest ranking Mormon politician in history, and we share a lot of common interests besides religion and politics.  We both dabbled in boxing, and we both graduated from the Lord's school, Utah State University.




11. Josie and Rick Tie the Knot

My baby sister Josie became the last of the Olsens to get married this spring.  She married a great guy in Rick Kelly, and the two of them are living happily (and coldly) in Rexburg, Idaho.  It was a very special and bittersweet moment for me.  I was always such a good brother to Josie.  I mean, REALLY good, especially during her most vulnerable years.  I was even good enough to put a black widow on her pillow to help her overcome her fear of deadly spiders.  I was a kind, compassionate, and patient with her as she blossomed into a beautiful woman.  You're welcome, Josie.

12. Cooper River Bridge Run
I hate jogging (or yogging.  It might be a soft "J" I'm not sure), but I love Charleston, and am always looking for an excuse to return to the Holy City.  Every year the city hosts a 10K run across the magnificent Cooper River Bridge, finishing in historic downtown Charleston.  Celeste and I trained and ran the race, and still had plenty of time to see some sights, catch up with old friends, and sample the local cuisine.  And I even finished the race without collapsing twice.



Honorable Mentions:

The Teacher and the Principal
Celeste had a great year teaching, and had the highest 5th grade science test scores in the entire school district, making her the best (and hottest) teacher in the county.  Meanwhile, I have been relishing my role as a school administrator.  It's a beautiful thing to wake up in the morning and not dread going to work.

New Babies
2012 brought with it a slew of new nieces and nephews (and announcements of more to come).  The first to arrive was Cooper Lee, then Navy Lynn, followed by Daisy Mae.  We are now the proud aunt and uncle to fourteen nieces and nephews with two more due in 2013.

Danielle and James' Wedding
Celeste got to attend her cousin's wedding in New York in August.  Danielle was a beautiful bride, and we're crazy about her husband James, who cleans up pretty good himself.

We've swapped haircuts since 2004
Eddie's Bar Mitzvah
When I was doing my freshman year of college in New York City, I babysat (or "mannied") a little boy named Eddie Hock.  Well, Eddie is no longer a little boy.  He is a man, and he had the Bar Mitzvah to prove it.  It was my first Bar Mitzvah, and I was honored to be an "Ark Opener" as part of the service.  It was great to see Eddie all grown up and his brother Joseph, and my dear friends, Jon and Lynn Hock.

Spring Break in Myrtle Beach
Good friends, mopeds on Ocean Boulevard, epic mini-golf (putt putt for you east coasters), and soaking in good literature to the sound of crashing waves.  Not too shabby.

Utah State Football
I never thought I would see it in my lifetime, but it actually happened.  Utah State was ranked in the top 25...in FOOTBALL!  We also broke the record for wins in a season, won our conference outright for the first time since 1936, and punished the University of Toledo in our bowl game.

Finally.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Road Trip!


What do you get when you mix together 9 states, 4 city-stops, 3 cases of root beer, 2 star-crossed lovers, 150 Twizzlers, and a Honda Fit?

Road trip, baby!

Celeste and I had the week of the 4th off and decided to take to the open road and visit some of our favorite people and favorite places.

Day 1
After a long day of classes, we shot up I-95 and arrived in Philadelphia just after nightfall.  We stayed with Marcus Anderson and his expectant wife, Candice.  Marcus and I have been friends for as long as we can remember. As he put it, "Your mom used to make me waffles, man."  So true.  So true.  Even though Marcus is a BYU alum and a Romney supporter, I just can't help but love the guy.  We talked, laughed, and reminisced all night.




Just where our country was born...no big whoop.
Day 2
We hit the pavement of Philly and didn't come home until we were ready to collapse.  We did it all.  The Rocky statue/steps (yes, I ran up them like a charging idiot - of course I did), Logan Square, Philadelphia Free Library (we ain't no uncultured swine, y'all), Liberty Bell, Independence Hall, and of course, Chinatown.  I bought a wooden katana and a cassette tape of Chu Chin-Yen, a portly Chinese pop-star who looked as though he had been dressed by Tim Burton.  We also treated ourselves to the original Philly Cheesesteak, and let me just say this, folks: Subway's got it all wrong.  That sandwich was otherworldly.  It belongs in the cornucopia of ambrosia along with watermelon, steak, and Big League Chew.


The Rocky Steps



Day 3-4
What would a trip to New England be without a stop in Highland, New York?  We had the pleasure of reconnecting with The Coopers, Celeste's aunt, uncle, and cousins.  Good folk, they are.  We spent a lot of time playing with cameras and photography.  It was while we were in Highland that I took these precious babies:

Mid-Hudson River Bridge, Highland, NY
High Falls, NY


Anopheles quadrimaculatus (a.k.a. mosquito)
Day 5-7
We first visited Boston back in 2010, but back then Boston was Gabe-less and Ellen-less, and therefore only scratched the surface of its true potential.  With Gabe and Ellen Bush in the picture, that city was hotter than a 2-dollar pistol.

We did some traditional stuff like Boston Common and the Freedom Trail, but we also kayaked on the Charles River, saw the new Wes Anderson Film, "Moonrise Kingdom," got a table at the top of the Prudential Building, watched the Boston Pops (apparently that's a big deal, though we didn't know it till we got there), and went to an antique collectible store where I found a sweet RFK campaign button from the '68 presidential election (during which he was assassinated) and sang our favorite songs from high school, classics "Girls Just Wanna' Have Fun", "Scat Man", "I'm Blue", and "Mambo #5".

Atop the Prudential Building, Boston, MA
View of Cambridge from the south bank of the Charles River.

Kayaking the whitewater rapids of the Charles
Yep.
Gabe (Orphus), Ellen (wife of Orphus), and Celeste (wife of Delfidius)

After a crazy night of Mariokart and scary movies, I woke up on my birthday and entered the kitchen where I found a card, platter of donuts, and a root beer from my friends, the Bushes.  The card was addressed to "Scat-Man". I dang near shed a tear it was so beautiful.

Day 8-10
Leaving Boston was only made easy by the fact that we were on our way to see my wonderful sister and her beautiful daughters.  Oh, and she has a husband.  His name is Adam, and he has a mullet.

Now, I'm well acquainted with many beautiful places in this world.  I've seen Paris and been to the Grand Canyon.  I've watched the sun rise and fall over the ocean's distant horizon, and have stood on a mountain a mile-high and seen the world stretch out before me like it would never end.  That said, I would now like to officially add Connecticut to the upper echelon of beautiful places on this earth.

The towns are quaint, the homes swell with colonial allure and antiquity, and the roads are bordered by small stone walls like the kind you'd find in the Irish countryside surrounding potato farms and thatch-roofed cottages.  My sister lives in Mark Twain's carriage house, if you can believe it.  That ole grizzly bear moved to Connecticut and spent the last three years of his life there.  His carriage house is a half mile from the house that he died in, and that's where my sister lives.





On my birthday, we went to one of these magical little towns, so brimming with charm that it spilled into the streets like water from a broken dam.  The place is called Ridgefield.  The beauty was everywhere.  In the old stone church, the local bookstore with the bell above the door that marked your entrance, the ice cream shoppe...it was a big slice of delectable Americana.  Then we found a park and set up a picnic.  A bluegrass band of immeasurable talent danced their fingers upon banjo and mandolin and filled the park air with its frenzied music, and we ate pizza and threw the frisbee around, the way I used to with my dad at Olsen family reunions.



Holly's girls are really something else.  They were so excited for our arrival, that they decorated their driveway and front porch with chalk, then promptly presented us with a menu for lunch and a list of games we could play.  It wasn't long before I had a quesadilla in my belly and was sitting around a small table playing pick-up sticks for the first time since I was in kindergarten.  We played board games, roasted marshmallows, and they also put on a fashion show for us that was, as you can see below, UH-mazing.


Me, Rooster, and Viv.  NomaSo was too busy eating marshmallows to sit for a photo.
Look close at Noma's face.  Preciosa.

L-O-freaking-L
We drove back in a fury, stopping only to eat in Washington D.C. with my brother-in-law Marshall, who's currently interning there before his last year of law school.  He informed us he's thinking of hitchhiking to the ocean before he flies back to Utah.  Carpe diem, Marshall.  Carpe diem.

The End.