Summer Vacation 2016: Part 1 of 3- Southern CA isn't all traffic and Botox

Tonight I lay in bed with my girls as they fell asleep. They tossed and turned for a bit, until their breathing became steady. I knew they were asleep when their muscles started twitching, no doubt reliving the running, jumping, handstands, and cartwheels from the day. They both wanted to sleep on my arms, so I had a wavy, dark-haired head on my right and a straight, blond head on my left. Vacation. Nowhere to be. The luxury of watching and feeling my girls fall into sleep for the night.

The girls have been sharing a bed for the past 8 days and it's been going fairly well. Except for the one time Ruby was overtired, well we were all overtired, and basically anytime Maia moved Ruby would explode in frustration that "Maia's pulling the blanket!" and eventually Ruby had all the blanket and we ended up giving Maia a beach towel which she found to be "really cozy!" and finally 45 minutes later they were asleep.

This was not that day. This was the day before and of course the picture I shared on social media, because it's idyllic, is it not?

The first day on the west coast is always the hardest with everyone waking up before the birds. We waited with open eyes in our dark hotel room, until we could just begin to see the sky change from black to light gray and then headed to the beach.

It was just us and the surfers.

We spent the 4th of July surrounded by Aleks' family and the beauty of oranges groves.

Uncle Greg had a stroke this last Thanksgiving. The entire family came together to help and through their love, Greg's stubborn nature, and the devoted care of his sister (my mother-in-law) Greg is home and doing better than anyone expected. Our 4th of July was a celebration of our country's independence, but also of Greg's tenacity and ability to host the annual party.

My girls had an amazing time.

The next day we headed to the beach, which as you can tell by daughters' faces, was highly anticipated.

Within 5 minutes Maia had a constant stream of spit sliding down her chin because the ocean was salty and kept pulling down her swim bottoms because she had a "sandy butt."

15 minutes after we got to the beach Ruby had to pee, so we walked a half mile down the beach to the public restrooms, during which a blister between Ruby's toes popped causing her to stop walking. Upon closer inspection, Ruby saw a loose piece of skin where the blister used to be and immediately began to wail that her toes hurt really bad. She took her flip flop off a had to walk right up against the cement rail to that she didn't burn her shoeless foot on the hot concrete. Total round trip took us about a half hour.

During our trek Aleks got an invite from his cousin to visit their place, which sits on a lagoon and has a bathroom. Needless to say, we were there 15 minutes later.

San Diego is a dream. We didn't experience too much traffic, I was warm during the day and a little chilly at night, which is how it should be. We saw the ocean, tasted the salt on our skin, and drove north with more vitamin D in our bodies than when we arrived.

On our trip to the Bay Area we stopped for brunch with my brother, who recently moved to LA with his girlfriend and dog. They are so dreamy and are going to thrive in that crazy city. I can't wait to see how their adventure unfolds.

(They took us to Sqirl, where I had the most amazing avocado toast. If you're in Echo Park, definitely check this place out.)

(I wanted to post a picture of my food, but tonight I'm feeling like I don't want to be one of those bloggers, so you'll just have to trust me that it was delicious.)

A few days ago Aleks asked me "so, what project are you looking forward to getting started on when we get home?"

Dude, I'm just getting the hang of vacation. Let's not get back to reality just yet.

The first third of summer

Every other day Ruby has been asking "is it summer?" My answer has been something along the lines of: "Well, it's summer vacation because school is out, but the season isn't quite summer yet." It must have been hard for her to remember that answer, since she asks all the time. Thankfully, now we can just say YES! and cut that discussion short.

Ruby has a very inquisitive mind and asks questions so ambiguous, yet oddly specific that it's near impossible to answer.

Like when we're in the car driving and she says "Mom, where are you going to be right now?"

Or when Maia and I are talking about going to the pool and I say "I think we're going to try out the Northwest Y today." Ruby chimes in "Wait. What northwest Y?"

I don't even know how to respond. I've begun to stay silent and let her figure out what she wants to know and then she usually tries asking in a different way.

We've been going to the pool a lot and checking out the different YMCA swim parks. Maia said she wants to try out all the YMCA indoor and outdoor pools and once we've done that summer can be over. We've been to quite a few and here's the verdict so far:

Andover YMCA (our regular one): Lots to do, lots of space (doesn't feel crowded very easily), Ruby is too short for the water slide.
North YMCA: Wave pool! Aleks doesn't like this one as much, and I get it. The pool is kind of small and as soon as the waves start, it gets stressful. But the girls love it.
East YMCA: No outdoor pool, but there is an indoor water slide that Ruby is tall enough to use.
South YMCA: Rock wall and diving board, the girls loved it, but Aleks and I had a hard time enjoying the experience. To be fair the day we went was really hot and I think everyone who lives on the south side of Wichita was at the pool. It was extremely crowded, which made it hard to do much of anything other than stand in one place and bob up and down.
Norhtwest YMCA: Maia loved it, Ruby didn't. It was basically the equivalent to the Andover Y. Ruby was feeling particularly frustrated that day because she wasn't tall enough to do any of the slides or the lily pad.

There are 2 YMCAs left to visit: Downtown and West.

With all the sun, my girls are turing into little brown bears. Maia is getting the cutest freckles on her nose and cheeks. They begged and begged for swimsuits that show off their belly buttons and I finally gave in. I can't help but look at my girls and think how beautiful they are with their long, lean, tanned limbs looking so grownup, yet still tiny compared to all the teenagers rough housing and sunning themselves. While its still a process, I long ago decided to stop feeling self conscious about my body in a bathing suit because the immense pleasure I get from swimming is infinitely more important than caring about what other people think of how I look. Ironically, the girls are now completely sufficient in the water and don't need me to tag alongside them. I think I'll still get in the pool. It's where all the fun happens!

It took quite a while for us (and me in particular) to decompress from the school year. Right away many new and exciting opportunities came my way, barely allowing me to catch my breath before diving into the next thing. I'd say that I had quite a bit of anxiety and stress during the first part of this month and felt like I wasn't getting anything done.

Just recently I've set my alarm to go off an hour before my family wakes up. The night before I grind my coffee beans so that I can have a hot cup as I sit down to my computer. I'm finding that I'm significantly less stressed and feel quite productive by the time mid-morning rolls around. I am more tired throughout the day, but I'd rather be tired than stressed.

I've been working a lot since the semester ended and haven't had a break. Which has made me so very excited for the vacation that our family is about to take! Several months ago we made a conscious decision to take the entire month of July off: no work for me, no piano, dance, or gymnastics lessons for the girls. We're going to take an epic trip to the west coast and wind our way back home through Utah. The girls are finally at an age that will make traveling less exhausting and I'm anticipating that we are going to be able to make a lot of wonderful memories. It will be so refreshing to leave Kansas for a bit see the ocean and mountains.

6 more days!

Last days

The Stenfeld-Dunn family is officially on summer vacation! Well, I'm half way there. I'll be working until July and then I have a glorious month off with no responsibilities.

For the first time in 8 years, Aleks isn't teaching a summer course and we're all looking forward to a slower pace. There have already been lots of trips to the gym, composing, and reading already happening.

My first born finished her year off strong, getting the most AR points in her class. Which means that she read a lot of books and answered a lot of questions correctly about those books. Apparently, she's also doing math at a third grade level, which shows an immense amount of improvement as she started off the year considerably lacking in math skills.

Along with improving her reading and math skills, Maia also took great strides in demonstrating perseverance and discipline. And, if I'm being honest, I care more about those character qualities than AR points.

Mrs. Camacho decided to retire this year after a long teaching career. I'm sure some of Maia's classmates helped make that decision.

We emptied out Maia's backpack and found all of this. Someone somewhere has really instilled in her the importance of reusing broken materials. 

The end of school always catches me off guard with its finality. Those last weeks of school we're pushing to get it all done, deep in the routine of the year and then, wham! it's all over. It's such a defined, tangible event that points out the growth my kids have experienced. Which is wonderful, but also involves a sense of loss.

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Ruby has had a wonderful year. I've seen exponential growth in her ability to control impulses and in emotional maturity. She's always been a very determined child and this year Ruby was able to channel some of that focus into school work. She particularly enjoyed completing work job cards and would proudly tell me about her progress each day.

It was especially difficult this year to say goodbye to Ruby's teacher. This woman is an angel on earth. She is a huge cheerleader for all the kids in her class, celebrating who they are and the accomplishments they experience. Her humor, patience, and wisdom have helped Ruby, and all her classmates, thrive. Teachers like Mrs. Burcham are the ones for whom monuments should be built.

About half of the kids in Ruby's class are staying at Collegiate for kindergarten and the other half are moving to other schools in the area. It's sad to see this group going different ways after being together for the last two years. They are especially bright and fun.

For me, one of the special things about Collegiate are the hallways, where the moms and dads wait to drop off or pick up. It's there that we share parenting joys and struggles, support each other through devastating circumstances, laugh about funny incidents, become friends. I'll miss these women and the privilege of checking in with them each day.

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I also experienced a last day at WSU. The semester has been over for a few weeks, but I've been slowly emptying my office having been asked to be out by the end of May.

Out of the 3 different offices I've had at WSU this one, by far, was the best. The gigantic piano was hard to control at times, but by the end of this year we had begun to get along. In the future I'm excited to visit the school as a guest, free of the baggage that had begun to weigh me down.

The last day of anything always means its the first day of something else. Here we go!

Piano Recital

On Saturday Maia participated in her first piano recital! Well, technically, her first recital in a studio other than mine. She played three songs, two of which were from memory. We kind of relaxed a bit on the practicing until three days before the recital when, in a panic, I realized that it was only a few short days away.

Sometimes I get so fixated on details that I forget about the big picture. There were a couple of pauses and restarts during Maia's practicing and I was resigned to the idea that it wasn't going to be a stellar musical performance.

But, girlfriend pulled it off! I was impressed with her professionalism and musicality. She skipped an entire intro to one song and repeated a section 3 times instead of 2, but no one had a clue. She didn't miss a beat and had the cutest little smirk on her face. You can't teach those kind of skills.

(When I talked with her about it afterward, she insisted that she had played it correctly until I showed her the video. So maybe that's the trick: when you don't know you're wrong, it doesn't get in the way of a solid performance!)

I certainly would not wish a performing career on either of my kiddos and am far from expecting either of them to be piano prodigies. I'm just happy that Maia and Ruby are exercising their brains in this way and hopefully gaining confidence as young women by accomplishing the goals set before them.

I think they're just in it for the ice cream.

Weekend tidbits

Maia came home for the weekend and said “Monday’s agenda: Are Will and Isabella In Love?”

Between dance recitals, church, and showers, the weekend was spent practicing backbends, round-offs, and handstands in preparation for the impending spy operation.

Here are the facts so far:

1. Will and Isabella talk a lot

2. Will and Isabella walk around together

3. Will and Isabella sit on the buddy bench at recess and talk

4. Will and Isabella laugh at the same time

Number four, in particular, makes me smile. Maia thinks they are talking about romance things. I wanted to know how a first grader defines romance, but all Maia said was, “you know, love romance.”

“Are you in love with anyone? “ I inquired.

“Yes, Ethan. But we’re lucky, people just think we’re best friends, but we’re really in love.” And then she kissed her index finger and placed it on my lips.

"You haven’t done that to Ethan have you?"

A slow smile…”Not yet!”

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This weekend the girls were in their first dance recital. There were two dress rehearsals and four shows. It’s a lot for any little girl to handle, but especially challenging for my early-to-bed kiddos who finally crawled into bed at 9:30 Friday and Saturday. I must say how proud I am of the way they have handled it all. Ruby especially rose to the occasion and showed me how mature she's becoming by throwing ZERO tantrums.

For the two and a half minutes your kid is onstage, time stops and your heart swells so much that it pushes a little water out your eyes as you see those tangible parts of your heart dressed in the sweetest tutus with hair and makeup looking poised, confident, and oh so beautiful. It's one of those cliche mothering moments that you hear about, but comes as a complete surprise when it happens to you.

Listen, I'm going to be real honest right now. The other hour and eighteen minutes your kids aren't on the stage? Those are pretty brutal. But all those kids are someone else's heart and soul and that has to be honored, so you sit there and clap enthusiastically after each number even though the chairs are uncomfortable and you can't really see the stage anyway because of the head attached to the person sitting in front of you.

For the kids, the main event isn't really being on stage, but all the waiting that happens in the dressing room. There are non-school friends to talk with, iPad games to play, movies to watch, and rainbow looming to do.

One other special thing I got to experience this weekend was giving my girls flowers for the first time. I had no idea how much they would love getting a rose. I should have given one to my husband who split all the dance recital weekend duties with me 50/50. If I can just teach him how to do buns and eyeshadow, I'll let him take over!

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This weekend was so busy for us all that it was all I could do to get from event to the next, making sure that I had all my music/earrings/gown/programs/etc with me. In retrospect, I'm glad to have been preoccupied with details as this weekend marked the last recital with my WSU students and performances with WSU colleagues.

I have lots of feelings about ending this part of my life right now and I'm not sure I've got the energy or perspective to write about them just yet.

I will say that I've been at peace ever since deciding to leave. And, especially this weekend, I have been overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude for the people whom I've come to know and love because of this job. My students are so uniquely special and wonderful. They have taught me and helped me to become a better person. I will miss that aspect of the work. I also have some really kind, generous colleagues. It's been a privilege to work and make music with many of them.

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I just tore down April from the wall calendar and filled in May. The boxes become less and less full as the month progresses. The next season is on its way.

Spring in DC

I'm still flying high after my weekend in Washington DC. That city is magic.

It didn't hurt that the weather was perfect.

I loved the bustle of everyone in suits, the architecture, the history, the food, the people. It reminded me that I'm meant to be in a city. The energy is vibrant and exciting. 

For so long I've felt suffocated and I didn't even realize it until this weekend. This trip has rejuvenated me. Shoot, I actually enjoyed talking and hanging out with people.

The most amazing thing of my time in DC was a coincidental encounter with my second cousin! It was the best way to start off the trip. Not only did I have a resident of DC to tell me how to get around and all the cool things to do, but I got to know Emily better and really enjoyed our immediate familial connection. Matteson genes are strong!

My hotel was definitely rustic and historical. Friday morning, I was woken up at 5 am (4 am Wichita time) by a chirping smoke detector outside my hotel room. I couldn't figure out how to turn on the bathroom light, so I hopped on a bike and met my student at Founding Farmers for breakfast. It was so great to hear about his experience during the week and share in the excitement of it all. After breakfast we walked back to the Kennedy Center, where we went up to the terrace to look over the city before his day started.

On my own again, I walked along the Potomac River where Obama's helicopter flew by (actually, I don't know that for sure, but I like to think it was him) and ended up at the Lincoln Memorial.

In the afternoon I followed the advice of my cousin and head to the Renwick Gallery. It turned out to be a highlight of my short visit. There are 8 rooms, each of which contains an installation by different artists. I've never seen so many smiles in an art gallery before.

The walls of this room were covered with insect taxidermy.

I spent some time sitting in front of the White House, people watching and enjoying the sunshine. And then I got hit on by a DC cop on a motorcycle. He gave me his card and told me to let him know the next time I was in town and he'd take me to the top of the Washington Monument. I immediately called Aleks to giggle about it. The thing is, for so many months I've been made to feel worthless and invisible. It was nice to be noticed.

Before my evening engagement, I had dinner with some friends from CT at the Fainting Goat. If you're in DC, you should definitely give this restaurant a try. I loved looking at these row houses as I walked around the city.

That night my student participated in the national Kennedy Center for Arts Theater Festival as a regional winner from Region 5.  He sang powerfully and was charismatic. I was probably more nervous than he was, but so proud. He represented all those who have invested in him so wonderfully.

This face is going places!

In light of the major changes in my life and my birthday, the timing for this trip could not have been more perfect. I left DC, completely exhausted, but also rejuvenated and lit from the inside. I'll be honest, on Sunday as I was preparing for the week ahead, a moment of panic washed over me as I realized life is going to look much different for me very soon. However, I feel alive again. I'm coming back to myself and Goodness, in whatever form it takes, is on its way.