Showing posts with label Jordan outdoors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jordan outdoors. Show all posts

Monday, January 26, 2015

A Sunny Break in January

With the Northeast expected to get blanketed this week, I can't help but appreciate the glorious weekend we had in Bermuda. Theo and I had a lovely walk up Point Shares Rd, and admired the view.

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We got Jordan a Wubble ball for his birthday, and we finally had a chance to test it out at the Botanical Gardens.

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Lots of open space there.

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And sunshine!

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Stay warm and safe US friends. 

Remember, it's only a two hour flight to BDA from most east coast airports.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Birdwatching in Bermuda.



Jordan's class has spent a considerable amount of time these past few weeks learning about the native birds of Bermuda. There are several quite unique to the island, including some that were once thought extinct. Among the birds we see regularly, include the Great Kiskadee, Starlings, Sparrows, White-eyed Vireos, Long-tails, etc. Some are rarer - including the Eastern Bluebird. That little guy has faced some major problems with predators. It's making something of a comeback, in part through bird enthusiasts who build special blue bird houses.

Jordan takes bird watching very seriously. We've had several adventures over the past few weeks, including trips to Spittal Pond, the Botanical Gardens, and the Arboretum. I'd like to plan a trip to Nonsuch Island, where great effort has been done to help revive Bermuda Petrel (Cahows) colonies. These birds were thought extinct until a small colony of 16 birds was found residing in Bermuda.



Jordan really likes to become one with the environment, so he can study his subjects up close.



I'm not sure the birds are quite ready to accept him as one of their own yet.



Even when he tries to fly like them.



On Friday, we spotted some Eastern Blue birds..



Grey Catbirds..



And of course, the ever-present feral chickens.



Bird watching is pretty tiring.



Look how worn out we are.

Over the weekend, we had a rainy morning, so we made our own bird mobile. The template is here; we printed it in black and white and the kids colored it as they wanted. What I loved best was Jordan colored his birds to match the actual colors of a Great Kiskadee, a Long-tail, a cardinal, and an Eastern Bluebird. And he did it from memory.



Jordan's interest in birds had me curious to find other ways to learn more about the topic. One afternoon, I had an hour to kill before picking up the kid's from art class, so I stopped by the video store to see if they had any documentaries that were bird-related. I couldn't find anything on my own, but the clerk suggested this series produced by the BBC called "Life."

First, I was floored by the extremely helpful and knowledgeable advice I had just gotten. I'm pretty much used to being ignored here when I walk into a store. Thumbs Up for Phase One Video!

But after viewing the segment on birds on the DVD, I was really impressed. It's a great series. Particularly if you're like me - sort of a closet nature geek and love the shows on the National Geographic (hello, Shark Week!) or History channels. The kids enjoyed it, but I think Jeff and I were mesmerized. It just amazed me to see birds thriving in such extreme environments, each adapting to its surroundings as it had to.

And the photographic detail with which each segment was filmed was astonishing. These birds were amazing. Of course, a lot of their astonishing behavior was done in part to lure the females of the species. And like so many nature specials, what starts out as a G-rated movie quickly degenerates into the kind of behavior reserved for what "only married people should be doing," as my mother used to put it so eloquently.

Thankfully, all that bird flapping feather stuff went right over our kids heads. I think.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Exercise. Sort of.



This week, I've been doing most of my running at lunchtime. I've packed the shorts, t-shirt, sneakers, garmin and deodorant and joined the crowds who like to run/walk the Brooklyn Bridge between 1:00 and 2:00 each day. Beginning to end and back, it's about 3 miles. I get a few bonus points for running from my building to the base of the bridge, and an extra gold star for the slight hill I climb on the way there.

A few things have crossed my mind.

1. There are a lot of tourists who like to walk the bridge very slowly, with cameras. Their preferred mode of ambulation is to walk side by side, spanning the narrow length of lane that is devoted to pedestrians. One half of the lane is for pedestrians coming and going. The other is for bicyclists - coming and going. Have you ever been hit by a cyclist speeding down a bridge? Me either. And I'd like to keep it that way. Get the hell out of the way! And stop frigging texting your way across the bridge!! You can't see me coming, and you're too distracted to hear me shouting, "EXCUSE ME!!"

2. After my run, I come back into the building sweating like a hog and bright red. My hair is in disarray, and my makeup is smeared all over my face. A thin layer of sweat is slowly crystallizing across my whole face and torso. All I want to do is sneak into my office, lock the door, towel off and change before the cleaning lady bursts in on me. I then want to quickly wolf down my lunch in the remaining minutes I have before lunchtime is over and before said cleaning lady comes back to empty the trash because lord help me if I leave anything in there after she's emptied the thing. As much as I appreciate all the words of encouragement from colleagues who see me running in, it's probably best if I don't stop and chat with you because (a) I stink. (b) I don't want to call attention to myself (c) I'm sympathetic to your reasons why you choose not to run, and my running should not make you feel guilty, don't take it personally, and (d) I stink.

3. Re: stink after a run - I've noticed that a hefty dose of towelling off and deodorant will keep the funk under check until quitting time. I can't vouch for what I smell like on the subway and bus ride home, but who cares? I'm on a NYC subway in the summertime. I smell better than most people.



This week, the monkeys have been exercising a lot too. They started soccer clinics in the evening. So, from 6:30 - 8:00 (!!!) they've been running around, doing soccer drills, and getting yelled at by a bunch of British guys who come into town every year for this express purpose.



Day one was kind of.. well, a disaster. It started off in a fairly benign way. Kids not paying attention...



watching the clouds roll by...

It started getting worse as the hours rolled on ... someone decided they wanted to play their own version of soccer, not whatever nonsense the coaches were trying to teach them.



But today was much better:





There might be a world cup somewhere in their futures.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Visiting Home .. part one.

We returned from a recent trip to upstate New York - where we visited my parents and celebrated my nephew Arman's first birthday. More on that later.

It was a busy four days. And who knew it was possible to consume so much food?



Here's someone who knows what I mean. This kid can pack it away. Over the course of our visit, I watched in awe as he happily ate every item of food that found its way near his mouth. And I don't just mean the birthday cake.



"Teach them, Arman," I kept whispering to him. Please teach my kids how to eat normal food without bribes. Please!



Mina and Arman bond over toys at T's parents' house. Jordan temporarily disappeared.




But we quickly found and heard him.



Jordan and Mina take a moment to perform "Ebony and Ivory."



Jordan and Mina on the stairwell at my parents' house. This was the first year they both slept in real beds. My brother's old beds, I should add. So... Osman and Riz... if you should happen to come across anything out of place in your childhood rooms the next time you visit - you know who to blame. Guitars, bhangra drums.... little bottles of cologne.... and boy, is it time to redecorate those rooms!!!!



Eating seems to form a major component of every upstate visit. It happens immediately, and no amount of willpower ever makes a difference. I don't even know why I bother trying to resist. I actually did sort of try... for about two days. By Saturday, I just threw in the towel. Croissants for breakfast.. sure... followed by a round of chai and mitai... sure... how about some specialty European chocolate, just because it's sitting there on the table next to me... ok.

Mina eating her morning croissant without a care in the world.



Jeff eating the same... along with a big fried egg.



I don't know whose brilliant idea is was to place a scale right next to the dining table, but it was a painful visual reminder for me over the course of our visit. Mina happily jumped right on after breakfast. I stayed away. Far away. Why is that thing there??!!




On Friday, we headed over to one of my old childhood stomping grounds - the Big Flats Community Park. Jordan climbed his way up the monkey bars (is that what they still call these things?) This was a good weekend for a visit. The weather was perfect.



There he goes. This stuff was relatively new. I don't remember it from back in the day. We never had this fancy stuff.



Reaching the top. He was very excited to get there.



Jeff and Mina riding into the sunset. Those fields in the background are some of the ones both me and my brother played softball/baseball on. They used to seem so much bigger.



Mina on the old slide. This thing I remember. It's the kind that heats up when the sun shines down on it.

Nice!

Up next.... celebrating!

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Plotting.



I looked back at him on the ride home and knew he was up to something.



The long march up the front path gave him time to plan.



You could see the exact moment the idea hatched in his little head.



Oh this would be the best by far.



First, let me carefully walk down the steps.



Then .... CHARGE! Straight at mommy!



I was particularly impressed by the tongue hanging out in concentration. His goal, I discovered, was to slam into me as hard as he could. Given that he weighs less than our small dog, even at full speed, he wasn't much of a torpedo. But, in his own mind, he was a force to be reckoned with.



This game was so much fun, it's time to take the jacket off. I wondered when this was coming. After about a half dozen rounds of "charge down the path and push mommy" I knew he'd break a sweat eventually.



Check out this technique. It's called shake it loose and let it fall where it may.



Momentarily distracted by the recently planted geraniums.



Yes, he was loving this game.



Who knows what lurks in the hearts and minds of a three year old?

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

A weed is a flower.



The monkey goes to preschool three mornings a week. Those three hours provide him with a structured learning environment and a chance to socialize with his peers. While he's gone, Mina and I get a chance to spend one-on-one time together in the same way Jordan and I used to when he was an only child.

He belongs in school now, I know that. It's good for him. But one of the things I feel slightly wistful about is that we rarely get a chance to spend that time together anymore, just the two of us. In the afternoons, it's all of us. On the weekends, it's family time.

Today, I did something different. Earlier in the week, during my morning walk with Miss Mina, I noticed that the field at the park was ablaze with "poofs." For the uninitiated, poofs are dandelions in the spore stage. Jordan has always been fascinated by them, since he first encountered them upstate. As Mina and I walked around the track, I thought how much Jordan would love to get his hands on those poofs.

It took a bit of planning, but today was his chance.



After picking him up from school, I told him I had a surprise for him. He perked up right away and listened attentively.

me: We're going to go on a special adventure. Just mommy and Jordan.

Jordan: Where we going, mommy?

me: we're going to a special field of poofs. Just for you.



When we got there, I had a moment of panic as I saw the lawn had just been mowed. Lucky for us, it was not completed yet. Someone must have decided to take a lunch break, because there was a a large swath of grass still covered with fluffy poofs.



His reaction did not disappoint.





I have my moments of doubt as a mother. There are days I wonder what it is exactly that I am doing. There are days I want to cry, particularly when people feel free to share their opinions with me letting me know that I am wasting my time, my life, my education, my career..all for the sake of sitting around "changing diapers all day." Sometimes I envy friends who have returned to work. Sometimes I picture the challenge it will be when I go back to the paid work force.

But moments like today's are what make it worthwhile. If you've been there, you know exactly what I mean.

And if you haven't ... well... what are you waiting for?