Trip to New Zealand - Part I: California

Finally, I am going to start posting about our trip to New Zealand. I will do it in parts, making it more manageable to write (for me), to digest (for you) and to download (for your computer).

After a bout with the croup, a visit to the doctor for hopefully unneeded steroid medication for Jack, and a morning of harried work and packing, we left Minneapolis on May 20th in the afternoon to head for our first stop on our New Zealand adventure, Los Angeles. The check-in was uneventful; I highly recommend traveling on Tuesday afternoons to whip through airport security. We arrived at LAX around 7pm Pacific time with one tired, but well-behaved little baby.

Normally, Nick and I would travel straight on to Auckland, but we had decided that might be a bit much for our first trip with Jack, so I had booked a hotel in Marina del Rey for the night. We made our way through LAX to find a taxi to take us there. The taxi cab area was temporarily relocated due to a filming that was taking place. I assumed that it was a UCLA film student thing, until I walked through a highly choreographed scene with Jack in his stroller and heard the director yell "cut." I turned around and noticed that the director chairs all said "Entourage." Oops.

We arrived at the hotel and Nick's um, advocacy skills, landed us a crib for Jack about an hour earlier than had been promised to me. (I think the clerk had gave me a line in hopes of eating his dinner before bringing the crib to our room.) I got Jack ready for bed while Nick wandered the nearby streets to find us some dinner. Nick and I huddled in front of the bathroom sink eating takeout Mexican as quietly as possible so Jack could fall asleep and voila, leg one of our adventure was complete.

We all slept well and ate a continental breakfast at the hotel. After a nap for all, we took a walk down to the marina. It was a beautiful day, especially coming off of the long winter and chilly spring we had been experiencing in Minneapolis (highs only in the low 60s in May). Jack got to experience his first swing ride at Mother's Park (see below), which ironically was filled with nannies and the children they were minding. Such is the life in Marina del Rey, I guess.


We ate lunch outside on the deck at the Cheesecake Factory. Our waitress was very taken with Jack and told us about her daughter who was named Daesha Jade. She explained how she had wanted her daughter to have a very meaningful name and that Daesha was a Dutch name and Jade was symbolic of something precious. CK replied, yes, our son is named Jack because we got a flat tire on the way to the hospital and needed one.*

I went to the Cheesecake Factory and all they gave me was this lousy piece of bread.
It ain't the Bread Factory, people.

We returned back to the hotel, took an afternoon nap, went to the Indian restaurant across the street for dinner (disappointing compared to Chapati, our New Zealand favorite, but what one isn't when compared to the best?), and we were off to the airport for the second leg of our adventure: LAX to Auckland.

*This didn't really happen. In case you were wondering.

Happy Birthday, Grandad!

George and Jack

Today (in America) or yesterday (in New Zealand), Grandad George turned 75. We wish we could be there to celebrate 75 grand years of life with him. Here's sending lots of hugs, kisses, and well wishes across the miles. We love you!

Grandad, Jack, and Nanny at Chapati, the family's fave Indian restaurant

Give Me A Head Full of Hair...

Those of you who were particularly good at Highlights Hidden Object puzzles as a child may have noticed a couple of changes in Jack in the latest pictures. As of yesterday, he now has 5 teeth: the 2 front bottom ones, the most visible, and the top right front tooth and neighboring eye tooth which he got after screaming most of the plane ride home from New Zealand, the biggest headache...but that's another post. Also, a couple of weeks ago (June 22 to be exact), Jack got his first haircut. The CK has been pushing for Jack to get a haircut for some time. As Jack's lack of haircut edged him to resemble that of a Hasidic Jew (which he is not) or, as the New Zealand customs agent suggested, a girl (definitely not), I finally agreed that it was time. All grandparents had gotten to see his baby hair, so it was time to move onto the big boy hair. The only question that remained was what kind of haircut to get.

I advocated for a mohawk or at least a faux hawk. The CK thought cornrows might be low maintenance. Hank (our cat) expressed preference for a mullet or hockey hair as it is often known in Minnesota. Ultimately, Jack, the voice of reason won out - a simple big boy haircut.

Can you do anything about these cowlicks, lady?

I wish they served popcorn and milk here.

And then I said, hey, baby (and I do mean baby), what's your sign?

What do you think?

Happy 4th of July!

Yes, they did let us back into the country after our visit to New Zealand. We've been laying low since we got back, adjusting to the time zone, baby teeth, and (finally) summer. Now that it is a three day weekend, maybe we will have some time to update you on what's been happening in the past couple of months (if you're still reading the blog after all this time). For now, here's a look at our little firecracker. Hope all you Americans have a happy Independence Day and all the rest have a nice July 4th!

You've got to be kidding me. I'm not your little flag-waving monkey.

Will you give me a hot dog now?

We Americans have mastered the science of hands-free, self-waving flags

I WANT YOU - To give me some Cheerios