Thursday, March 17, 2016

Because Photos Don't Do It Justice

Finally posting a few videos on YouTube from the last several months. Here are three from December 1, 2015, and another three from the final day of Tor's first week of skiing, February 19, 2016 (featuring Pakka as guest narrator).



Every day with the boys




Col, laser pointer. Laser pointer, Col's mouth.


Decorating the tree


Short slalom I




Short slalom II






The big hill

Friday, March 11, 2016

Half-term!

There is no US equivalent to this time off of school: whereas US kids sensibly get a week off for spring break, UK kids get a week off in February, then two weeks off over Easter. It is a childcare nightmare.


So we decided to forego the logistical headaches for the February week and take the entire family on vacation. And where better to go than somewhere with elevation and snow, the two qualities most notably absent from Oxford?


Avid readers may remember Hinterstoder, Austria, from our summer vacation there. It was sleepy in the summer but in the winter it buzzes with skiers. It's had a mild winter, and for a few days it was wickedly foggy, but the snow felt good and we were outside--and it's been a goal to get Tor into ski school, so we ripped off the bandaid there.


The view from the top


























Joining us were Ahbee and Pakka and the Siglers, happily (at least for us). We had a night in Vienna on either end and six nights in Hinterstoder itself, the latter in the same hotel which featured a downstairs with Legos and a train set as well as a tunnel connecting to a neighboring restaurant. (We ate there a lot.)


Vienna: Ahbee escapes the dominion of midgets

"I'LL SLEEP BUT ONLY WHEN YOU CANNOT"


Arriving at the hotel . . . with iPad























In one of history's great acts of generosity, Ahbee volunteered to hang out with Col while the rest of us skied. The relatively mild winter let them stroll around the town, and of course they spent plenty of time reading, singing, playing with all manner of toys, and coaxing Col to nap. The first day, they came up the mountain with the rest of us to check out the slopes, riding the same gondola that we took last summer.


100% covered in hand-me-downs







































We'd booked Tor for all-day ski school before arriving: two hours of skiing in the morning, 1.5 hours for lunch, then two more hours of skiing in the afternoon. Keep in mind this was his first time on skis. Ahbee and Pakka got him some sweet ski outfits, so he was warm in the snow and amped to get out there.


Facing day 1 head on




Tor stuck it out like a champ on days 1 and 2. He was tired in the afternoons, but not too tired to want to show us his new skills after we collected him from the kids' area. This led to repeated magic carpet rides and short, shallow-sloped runs that alternated between Tor making some legit turns by focusing on his pizza and Tor bombing down the hill on his French fries. (Those are technical skiing terms.)

Magic carpet in action

Pizza at work

Child-free skiing--this may not happen again for a good decade

On day 2, the instructor told us that Tor wasn't keeping pace with the other newbies, so she recommended he move to a half-day course plus lunch. Frankly this suited us fine, since we'd been getting pretty tired by the early afternoon and were willing to pick him up then and head down the hill. (One of the days he even talked us out of putting him in the lunch program, since "I can't understand anybody and I'm lonely." First solid experience with a language barrier: check.)

Hot chocolate: the best reward

On day 5, Tor's class had a slalom "race" where each kid got to make their own run and get timed. This was followed by an award ceremony where all the kids got medals. Tor came in third because he missed every gate--clearly disqualification was not an option for these long-suffering teachers.

Still smiling after a long day





Recovering from his sprint down the hill


"Third place and didn't hit a gate, suckers"
Hitching a ride
On day 5 we skied all the way down the mountain with Tor instead of taking the gondola. It took about an hour, and he melted down a few times, but a very patient DaDa and continuous encouragement from Josh and April held him together in the main.


Following the leader
While not skiing, we filled our hours by visiting nearly every restaurant in town, the local mountain museum, and the very chilly playground, and of course by simply chilling at the hotel together.

For our final night in Austria, we drove back to Vienna (well, Pakka drove--a 9-passenger rental van). We took the afternoon/evening to explore Stefansdom, a huge cathedral, and the Prater, a public amusement park where you pay per ride but the grounds are open to all. This included a ride on the Riesenrad, Vienna's famous ferris wheel.





Traveling in style

Clowning at the cathedral

"View, shmew. Check out this bar!"

The bell did not ring.





"How much is that doggie in the window?"


Round 2 of 3 on this particular attraction




The most froufrou sheets they'll ever sleep on

Highly impressed by Viennese public transport



Toddler's first headphones: the Heathrow bus back to Oxford



Home! and slipping into something more comfortable




Thursday, January 28, 2016

Dear Tor



Five. Years. Old. Plus one month, because your mom is hard pressed to keep up with life these days.

How to describe you at this stage? In a word, quicksilver. You swing from one mood or occupation or identity to the next so fast it's hard for us to keep pace. One minute you're fastidiously serving yourself tuna sandwiches at a tea party, and the next minute you're launching from the couch to dive-tackle your dad. First you're helping Col build a train with Duplos, then you're loudly, tearfully devastated that his vision didn't match yours. Now you're Anakin, now you're Darth Vader.

About to cross over
"Put this one on the computer, because it shows my wings."







































The key to managing your mercuriality--though I don't do it nearly as well as I'd like; Dad's generally more flexible and thus better at it--is to give you plenty of outlets for your energy. You pay close attention when given a task to do, large or small: sounding out letters, putting away the utensils from the dishwasher, filling out workbooks that ask you to connect shapes to their shadows, trying to steal the soccer ball while we try to score a goal, having a battle with your Legos, and so on. It's generally in the down time that you begin to veer toward the manic, though stay too long with one activity and you do lose your focus. You have got a good attention span for stories, particularly superhero sagas or space operas, but also for stories read aloud when you're in the right headspace.

You can be so gentle with your little brother, though at times you're harsh with him, taking out your bad mood or tiredness on him when he tries to engage you. If he's upset, you often put a hand on his shoulder and ask him, "You okay, Col? You all right, Col?" At times, when it's your turn to pick a book before bed, you pick a "baby book--so Col will like it." Col strives to imitate you and can uncannily nail your diction: when we tell him he can't do something and he says "Okay! That's fine!" it's a perfect echo of you in a blasé mood.

Hitting the hyperdrive


Gingerbread house decorating is famishing work
You're hungry to learn about all manner of things: how paper is made, what happens when people die, how long ago Bible stories happened, what holds books together, what's inside planets. After you peppered us in the car for 20 minutes with questions about how to drive, because "I need to start learning to drive so I'll be ready when I grow up," you sat with a glazed look and said, "Just a minute: I'm buffering."

You thrive on the attention you get when we're hanging out with our friends. Though you don't go on a lot of play dates of your own yet, you've started to ask for them occasionally. You enjoy Skyping sometimes, but it usually doesn't keep you interested for long.
"The Hipster" mustache: straight outta San Francisco

You've become known at your school by teachers and students alike, which is a bit of a mystery to me since you tend to be on the shy side around new people. You go to breakfast club and after-school club, and as such have met a large cross-section of the students. Your favorite activities at school, according to your teacher, are imagination games (outside or inside), sharing circle, and story time. You're better at sounding out words than you are at writing them and recently sounded out spellings for reindeer ("raender"), present ("prasnt"), stocking ("sdoken"), and tree ("try"). You've gotten quick and relatively accurate at adding small sums on your fingers and like practicing this using flash cards with Dad.

Practicing penmanship
We are amazed to be the parents of such a big kid. Thank you for being part of our family--we wouldn't be us without you.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

The Karpluses do Oxford

December 16! More than eight weeks since Col's birthday. While Col was turning two, we were hosting Oma and Opa for two long weekends in a row (they hopped over to Denmark for three days in between), an experience which yielded more pictures than I've had a chance to winnow down until now! So here you have it: the top 20 photographs (not to be confused with the top lived experiences) of the visit.

The simple joy of a plasma ball

Opa brought a whiffle ball and bat all the way from Oregon







Sitting on Opa while Opa sits for him

Post-Col-bedtime big kid activity

Rage punting

Punting destination: lunch at a pub accessible only by boat, foot, or bike

Curry, England's favourite food

Opa just before taking an unplanned dip into the Thames

This is what privileged childhood looks like

Off to school!

First ride of the day at Legoland Windsor

Yep, my dad is the dad who takes photos of the photos at theme parks


Lumberjack and Ninja enthroned

One of Col's 18 merry-go-round rides

About to go up the tower

"Let me get that camel for you, sir"

One of Col's 18 merry-go-round rides

Human dryer after a river ride