Author: <span>Nadya</span>

Summer 2015 marks Sophia’s first foray into the big leagues … aka camp. We enrolled her into camp in preparation for her starting pre-school this fall. Sophia’s only experience in a group setting with kids her own age has, so far, been limited to two classes: a little gym class when we lived in Maryland and a dance class she attended here in Philadelphia over the summer.

She loved both her classes and we were excited to see her transition to an independent, multi-hour activity. Camp, for her and for us, is a big deal. Sophia will have to learn how to interact with children in a group setting, teachers and counselors. She has to learn to be more independent, to function within specific time boundaries, and follow instructions. As for us, we have to get her ready for camp each morning, drop her off, and pick her up.
FullSizeRender (1)I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that of course there have been tears at drop-off and that is entirely expected though very difficult for us as parents. The only thing I can do, short of pulling her out of camp, is be supportive. Each and every morning if (and this week is really a matter of when) Sophia breaks down during drop off, I say “I know you’re upset and it is okay to feel this way. Mommy is going to be back to pick you up. I will definitely be back at noon to pick you up.” I am told the tears eventually subside (for her anyway).

Life Moments

 

I could, and I will, regale you with countless stories of our adventures in Denmark but wanted to share a few odds and ends, things we found unique, sensical, surprising or otherwise noteworthy.

  • The Danes are a tall set. There were multiple instances where I found myself too short to see a mirror mounted above a sink. I am 5’2.5 by the way. And yes, that half inch is very important—to me. An added bonus for Evan is that in addition to being a nation of giants (just my perspective, really), they also don’t carry petites, and as such, I wasn’t able to accomplish any clothes shopping. 
  • This really is the land of endless summer sunshine. The sun is bright and it shines from very early on and until very, very late (at least in the summer). The sun set sometime around 9 or 10 PM when we were there and it stayed fairly light for another hour still.
  • You won’t find frumpy or cluttered spaces in this country that is the birthplace and epitome of modern decor. I noticed that many homes decorated their windowsills with various accents from lamps to candle, pottery or fine porcelain figurines. The windowsills were beautiful and gave a passer-by a quick peek into the personality of the home and its dwellers.
  • Kids, kids, and kids galore. The Danes, unlike Germany for example, are happy to be fruitful and multiply children. We saw many families with multiple children and many of them had three!
  • Fitness is high up on the list of priorities for the Danes. Although I only saw one gym, we saw many people biking and jogging along the banks of the Øresund
  • Though important, fitness does not trump the amazing diet that the Danish population enjoys. Enjoying the fruits of the land and sea, the Danes follow a diet that is extremely similar to the one I grew up with. Breakfast is a big deal—cured meats, cheeses, breads, butter and dairy products are all staples on the table. A large and filling breakfast tends to carry you through to lunch which is enjoyed later than is typical for us at around 1:30 or 2:00. Smørrebrød or open-faced sandwiches are typical for lunch as are hot dishes. Beer flows freely even for those who have to go back to the office. The evening meal is much later (at least in the summer) and often enjoyed outdoors, soaking up the last sun-rays of the day. Small dishes and plenty of them are served for dinner chased with plenty of good wine and beer. Most surprising to me was the lack of vegetables we saw in the diet. Well, perhaps not vegetables, but rather salads. Carrots, peas and whatever else is seasonal was incorporated into the absolutely mouthwatering Danish cuisine. That said, I saw no salads, no heaps of lettuce or pounds of spinach weighed down with heavy dressings. Just as well, I didn’t grow up eating salads either and did not observe any obesity issues in the former USSR and not in Denmark either. Maybe these Danes are onto something? Maybe pickled herring and smoked mackerel, of which there were plenty, even at breakfast, is the magic diet food? Perhaps it is all about moderation, or the urban lifestyle?
  • Snacking was not at all common and neither was eating on the go. Coffee breaks and drinks, however, were observed with great enthusiasm. Evan and I were only too keen to try and blend in with the locals.   
  • Dining, drinks and coffee were enjoyed at incredible leisure. In fact, it was very obvious that the locals viewed time out with company as not about the meal but more about spending time with company. It was as though they were paying for the time that can be spent at this establishment over the sole enjoyment of sustenance.
  • Picnicking is central to the culture and much supported through the many, many green spaces this small nation enjoys. Green spaces and clean air. The air, even in Copenhagen, one of the cleanest I’ve breathed in a long time. No great surprise as Denmark is powered entirely by wind power. 
  • And last… not least… even the littlest royals, back in the day, enjoyed posh seating. This must be the most decadent high chair known to mankind ;-). 

Food For Thought Life Travel

In years past, I was of a mindset that there is no time to waste; I liked to get off the airplane and rush to our hotel, drop off our bags and get started with sightseeing. However, I have come to believe that the journey itself is worth savoring.

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Our vacation didn’t begin just when we landed—it began when we boarded our plane. As I enjoyed a leisurely glass of sparkling wine, remnants of last minute stress of packing/cleaning/cooking started to ebb away.

Evan and I iterated over our itinerary quite a few times before settling on two major destinations—The Danish Riviera and Copenhagen. The Danish Riviera, located just an hour away from Copenhagen, is the spectacularly beautiful northern coastline of Zealand. Small towns and villages dot the rustic shell and rock-filled beaches welcoming mostly Scandinavian, well-heeled families during the spring and summer months. Unspoiled, unpretentious, offering clean air, delicious food, and artisan crafts, it is easy to see why many families choose to spend their vacations here.

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Having made Gilleleje our home-base in the Riviera, we spent two and a half days taking leisurely drives to a few small villages, visiting a few castles (this one and this one), a museum, catching up on Nordic cuisine, and resting. We stayed here and enjoyed meals here, here, and here. The hotel was amazing; simple (no TVs), unpretentious, right on the sea which meant we slept with our windows open lulled by the gentle waves. We can’t recommend it enough and should you want to visit, this is pretty much the only option since most people own or rent cottages. We enjoyed every single meal, too and highly recommend these restaurants among the many, many other options along the coast.

While the Riviera and Denmark isn’t my home, I felt very much at home there. We are so thoroughly charmed, that we’re set on brining the girls here for a summer vacation in a few years.

Life Travel

Once upon a time there was a young couple who loved to travel. Travel they did, to places far and wide but then, they had a family … IMG_1080

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Traveling with children is not always easy, and yet, traveling, getting away, vacationing, enjoying time just the two of you, and nurturing your relationship is of utmost importance. Having recognized that, Evan and I took a trip to Denmark. Just the two of us. Just last week. No kids, just us.

This is exactly the reason this blog has been quiet while our own lives and those of our children have been anything but. I couldn’t share news of our upcoming trips for reasons which I am not able to share here publicly but am more than happy if anyone is curious.

We took a just-us getaway a few years ago when Sophia was 18 months old. At the time, and rightfully so, we decided that it was imperative to recharge after surviving our first year as parents. Now, we decided to repeat and recharge after surviving our first year as parents of two.

The nitty gritty: 8 days, in Denmark. Just Denmark. A direct flight from Newark on SAS which is Scandinavian.

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Eight days may, for some, mean endless traveling and ambitious itineraries. For us, eight sun-filled days meant the Danish Riviera and Copenhagen. It meant the sun, lazy drives along the sea, castles that are the stuff of legends (Kronborg), Christiania, the Glyptotek, coffee, Smørrebrød, Danish design principles, antiques, crafts, and meals taken at leisure. In reality, it meant just the two of us, partaking in a shared passion, rediscovering our interests, old and new. 


We are very pleased with this trip. Grateful to our parents who all chipped in and helped with the kids. We didn’t worry about Sophia and Eliza, we knew that, just like my sister and I loved our time with Baba and Deda, our kids would like theirs with Baba and Deda and Grammie and Pop. The rest of this trip, how we went about it, what we saw, did, didn’t do, and more will follow this post.

Moments Travel

We’re half-way through summer and, for our family, that can mean one thing — birthdays! The summer birthdays have arrived and we happily celebrated our cousin’s 9th birthday. Sophia couldn’t wait to get to the party and once there, enjoyed playing with all her cousins. She especially enjoyed the backyard—something that we don’t have here in the city. Eliza enjoyed all the attention and copious time with her aunt, uncle and grandparents. And for us, as usual, we got a break from being 100% hands on with the kids and caught up with our cousins. Both Evan and I look forward to “the birthday season” that has become a yearly tradition. We also have a similar season in October with three kid birthdays that month, too! B1

Having not gotten enough of backyards and the quiet, we ventured out to celebrate Evan’s Dad’s birthday. We didn’t do the celebration justice last year having just welcomed Eliza, so there was little chance of us missing his special day this time around. Replete with chocolate cake, we headed home to nap, rest, relax and get ready for the week. We did brave the hot evening and headed to Race Street Pier to catch a breeze, a view, and let the kids run around.

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Sophia loves going to the pier and watch the yoga classes that are offered there. She is now trying to imitate #mylittleyogi

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Moments

It was a busy, friend-filled weekend—you will have to take my word for it because there is little photographic evidence of this. One of the reasons for moving back to this area was to reclaim the life and friends we thoroughly missed. Having decided that seeing friends isn’t just left for birthday parties, and because almost every single girlfriend of mine is about to have a baby, we made plans to catch up and see our kids play together.

Sitting here, finally cooled off from having spent a few hours steaming away outdoors, I realized that many of the conversations I had had revolved around a central theme—support. Each of the friends I saw this weekend has asked, received, relied and embraced the support of family and friends in support of their growing families.

Speaking of support or because we maybe (actually) love seeing them dote on the kids (and us, too), we’ve enjoyed back-to-back time with Baba and Deda, too.

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My dad, as it turns out, is an exceptional play-doh-er. Sophia couldn’t get enough of Deda time and even Eliza tried to get in on the action. Seeing at the kids run around my parents, I can’t help but look back on July 2014 when we had had a not-yet-3 year old and a newborn, when life had been a bit different; I am amazed at how much things change even in one year, how fast time flies, and how much I underestimated the degree to which our lives will change when we had a family. The one constant that I always knew was that our families are always going to be there, they will always stand by, come over, and play-doh.

Food For Thought

A date night for parents of young children is not a right, it is a privilege. A few weeks ago someone asked me if Evan and I go out for a date night every weekend since we live close to family. I had answered that we do not, and felt that I had to explain why not. True, we have able and willing babysitters and are surrounded by many exciting places to be, culinary and otherwise. But, we don’t go out often because the kids are only going to be this young for so long and we relish our time with them. We also enjoy taking them out with us, introducing them to the city living, and lastly, going out can be pricey. That being said, once in a while, a date night is a necessity.

I had taken a 4:40 AM (that is not a typo) train to DC last Monday to attend a conference on data fusion. As excited as I was to start up business travel, I was (rightfully) dreading the train ride up. It was, just as I expected, as dreadful and draining as I imagined and… and then some. Not being able to stay away from the girls for too long, I came back Tuesday and made a day-trip to DC on Wednesday. All that travel, plus maintaining a household had left me drained and longing to have a few hours of adult conversation, to be served on, and to linger over a glass of wine.

But before there was date night, there was plenty of quality family time. In case you don’t know by the look on her face, she means to do something mischievous!

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Sophia tried out roller skating courtesy of Alex’s old skates and Eliza, as usual, was keen to observe how they worked.

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We delighted in the summer’s warm weather and the city’s green spaces having discovered a new (to us) community garden. So inspired by the beautiful summer’s bounty there, we are thinking of getting a space and doing a bit of gardening ourselves.

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And then there is this crew. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. I longed for the day that Sophia and Eliza would walk hand-in-hand and we could go for a walk on a whim and without having to bring a stroller, too.
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Moments

Thank you cards are sprawled on my desk waiting to capture our sincere gratitude for the friends and family who came out to celebrate Eliza’s birthday. Eliza loves every single gift she was showered with. We tried our best to find a home for each new item in our compact play area including this:

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This chair, not the dolly, though we love the dolly, too. This chair, to us, is extra-ordinarily special. It is special because it was hand-painted by our nephew Alex especially for Eliza on the occasion of her 1st birthday. We seem to have started a tradition in our family where the girls receive a hand-made piece for their first birthday. My father made a doll’s bed for Sophia. My sister added to the already-special piece by hand-making all the bedding including the two-tone pillow cases and a real quilt.

When I really think about it, the doll’s bed (sitting sadly in our storage) and this beautiful chair are just things. Many kids have little beds for their dolls and chairs, but these were made for our kids—someone took the time to think about the girls, spent hours designing, polishing, painting, and sewing something that will be used time and again. This chair will stand the test of time; It will be with Eliza (and Sophia) as they grow up together and, one day, they will pass it on to be used by their kids, and their kids’ kids. More than that, they will pass on not just the item, but the story and lesson that goes on with it. Being an aunt or a cousin isn’t just about the label. It is about the relationship you choose to have with your cousins or nieces and the time and effort you invest in being with them. Little she may be, but she knows she is loved—there is no other way to validate her knowledge than the wide smiles she gives to those who surround her (with love).
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I am blessed to have a nephew who values the importance of family and a sister (and brother-in-law) who have cultivated this in him. The chair, the chair is beautiful.

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