Monday, July 16, 2007

I Rock Crocs

An Outside magazine somehow ended up in our mailbox and I noticed an ad for a contest...."I Rock Crocs". Send in a picture and a short essay about how you rock crocs and you will be eligible for a free pair of Crocs every month for a year. Now I'm thinking to myself, what could I use more than a new pair of crocs every month??? Not much. Plus, I do rock. So we did a quick photo shoot while backcountry extreme snowboarding/breastfeeding/water playing. What do you think? Which photo is guaranteed to win me 12 pairs of shoes to clog up my arctic entry??

Extreme mothering....


Scenic vista shot....

Smiling mom and baby

My best impression of a bad ass

Extreme hiking....

Playing in glacial ice water...

Alas....this is completely unbelievable. While trying to hyperlink a link for the I Rock Crocs contest at stay30forever.com (OK, so I'm not exactly 30), I find that this contest is over!! What the heck? I was just getting ready to enter! Just because our mail out here is delayed by a month or so. They don't even know what they're missing....

Our little helper

How did we ever get by without all of this help??




P.S. Thanks once again to Sonja and Greg and Rani for all of the clothes for Senor. We have 3 copies of this same shirt....so if he gets dirty, we barely even need to change outfits!

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

The Ultimate Spa Vacation

Guest Blog by Sam Schoeneman:

Although I am not a writer for the New York Times or Outside Magazine, I know that what I am about to document could be classified as one of their special stories of discovering the undiscovered. In this case, it is the ultimate spa vacation. Not only ultimately relaxing and rejuvenating, but also educational and rewarding, I discovered the Spa of Apartment House Wifery hosted by the internationally acclaimed apartment wife, Genevieve Cook. I learned very early on it is important that to reach this high quality type of spa, the location is key – preferably very remote, with lots of outdoor pursuits, and a store within walking distance. Also at the top of a spa retreat such as I am about to reveal to you, it is very important to have a very specific schedule. It is important to look over the spa’s proposed schedule to determine the authenticity of its offerings, without a schedule it just isn’t top-notch apartment house wifing. Last but definitely not least, the spa you choose should have at least one small human under the age of one, best if teething and just learning to move and get into anything anywhere.

The Team Wilco Spa of Dutch Harbor, Alaska meets and then exceeds the requirements for the proper housewife spa. First, as previously discussed, Dutch Harbor, Alaska in the Aleutian Islands, three hours by small plane west of Anchorage, provides the perfect location and environment.

This is a place where it is near impossible to find a clothes drying rack, non-slip tub mat, or pants actually your size without bleach or fish guts. The main spa facility is in a small two bedroom apartment with storage large enough for two days of food, one pan, and six of your favorite spices (but you will need to try to keep putting in eight or nine spices so you can repeatedly jam the drawer half open). The small kitchen and poor storage will provide excellent meditative organizational opportunities during openings in the schedule discussed in detail later. The store is a brisk 10 minute walk from the spa and it is encouraged to make at least three trips daily, of course stopping by the coffee shack for a mountain mocha at least one of the trips. The outdoor pursuits just a 10-minute or less drive from the spa are really unbelievable – from snowboarding to skate boarding (yeh, it is promoted that house wives get rad from time to time). There are also many hikes to secret bays where you may be tested on your skills for warming power bars for your household over an open fire (adding ninja outdoor pilates moves is only recommended for experts...)


or demonstrating your ninja skills against the master house wife in historical bunkers from WWII – if you get lucky enough to pick the right sword…otherwise you will demonstrate only weakness and evidence of need for improvement in the area of kicking ass properly.





All outdoor adventures must be attempted with a degree of caution due to old WWII paraphenalia which could surprise you when you least expect it...


Next the schedule must be learned, practiced, and repeated until it is engrained to pure instinct – this will only intensify your ability to enjoy all the offerings of the housewife spa-ness. Typically it involves getting up when the teething, not really hungry nor hot nor sick nor too cold nor soiled diapered little one feels like you should – this could be anywhere from 5 – 7 am. From 7:30-7:45 Internet surfing round one, then breakfast and coffee (round one) is administered to bacon bringer homer (AKA husband) followed by a quick kiss and “see you at lunch”. 8-9am is time to run to the store for trip number one and coffee (Mountain Mocha) round 2. This also helps keep the little one awake (most days) and engaged until nap number 1 at 9am. From 9-10 or 10:30am it is nap time which launches internet checking round 2, followed by Pilates for the pelvic floor girdle, and of course lunch making. Lunch making can seem predictable but if you haven’t gone to the store more than 2 times the previous day the standard ingredients may be missing and throw an extra challenge in. This event can also be timed if little one is not on schedule due to weekend or Auntie Fun Times visit, but try to strive daily for sandwiches, yogurt with surprise additions, fruit of what is on sale or misadvertised (cherries for $2.49/#), and if you are really on it – lunch dessert. Then little one is up and it is off to the most friendly tot time play group in a 100 mile radius (wait that makes it the only one…humm….) and actually tot time play group is a bit misleading – gossip time toddlers gone wild group would be a bit more appropriate….sort of…. Before you know it is is noon and time to stop by the bacon winner’s office for lunch. Preferably a picnic followed by a wondering (or wandering) pace walk is allowed by the weather. However, as housewife you may need to fit the picnic in with errands such as fish cannery tours and purchases – this is a more advanced move, which you will only be allowed if proven confidence in the basics. Next is the tricky afternoon nap; attempt to keep little one up until kiss and dessert are done with bacon winner and home to start nappage from 1:15 to 2:30 or 3pm, if feeling cocky can fit in store visit number 2 in here. Once home and nap number 2 is in place, round three of internet checking begins along with dumping dishwasher, starting laundry, tinting (yes, application of fake tan – very important part of schedule but even the experts can over look it….) and more housewife training.


3:30 to 5pm salt soaking baths (aka public family swim time at community salt water pool). 4:30-5:30 store visit number three followed by prep for dinner. Greet bacon bringer homer at 5-5:30, attempting to achieve fresh tinted salted glow – the last thing the bacon winner needs to see is a tired house wife without dinner ready and no plan of dessert – this is also a good time to offer pre dessert options (otherwise known as pre-sert). 5:30-6:30 dinner with family this includes three to four course dessert.

6:30 – 7:30 walk in Alaska wilderness in extreme footwear perfect for walking on rocky gravel roads, search for wild fiddle heads for mornings omelet, snowboard, and partake in serious photo shoots all while providing stimulating and humorous conversation, tasty food and wine, and lots of love and attention to the little one.


Modeling the Team Orbo sweatshirts for Dan Bouchard with a quick wardrobe change for the next photo shoot.

7:30 – 8 pm bath time with parent (yes with parent because of the no non-slip tub mats in Dutch Harbor so adult needs to keep little one up right in the bath), then bedtime for the little one. 8-9pm more internetting, which includes watching others internet surf (and by this time, you may have actually succeeded in getting the computer on and the internet moving along, perhaps even read and responded to a message or two). 9-10pm wine and laugh as to properly prepare for girls night out. 10-1:30am hit the night life with best friend and create legendary nights of free drinks, free t-shirts, and just a whole helluva lot of freedom in general.

Demonstrating Dutch Harbor's famous slogan: A woman behind every tree...

(Yes, these trees were planted by the Russians in 1805)

For an extra $120,000 per week, you could stay on the Andromeda La Dea, which I considered for a few moments, but when it comes right down to it, nothing beats Team Wilco's spare bedroom/storage closet with the right number of thermarests (2), sleeping bags (2) and pillows (2) for maximum comfort and prevention of hip bursitis.

What a day….what a week….

We miss you Auntie Fun Times!!!

Addenum:
Reflections upon leaving Team Wilco Spa

My first day away from house wifing mentoring and spaing was a difficult transition but I found myself glancing at my watch...hummm noon would be picnic time soon....get to lay in the tundra enjoy the sea breeze and be entertained by the napping mantra.....humm....3 oclock...just finishing up the tinting and getting ready to head to the salt spa (public pool)....perhaps fitting in another store stop if lucky...best of all the schedule puts me right back to a very special place with very special people, Team Wilco, whose lives I feel more apart of even though the physical distance is well a hell of a ways aways....I love you guys and want to thank you for such an awesome ultimate spa package even more so for our life long friendship that is beyond ultimate!! Go Team Wilco!!

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Sam's eXtreme Unalaska vacation

We are lucky to be hosting our first ever friend to visit us in Alaska! Yahoo for Sam "extreme" Schoeneman! We're trying to give her a taste of life on the islands. Of course, since it was July, we started her off with snowboarding. Here she is ripping down fakie with Dawson's men's size 12 snowboard boots (she happens to be goofy (don't we all know that) and we're regular). What form, what grace....and only about a 4 inch toe drag! She had a bit of trouble getting going, so I promptly snowboarded down to her, body checked her from below and helped to send her on her way. Sort of a bordercross race/roller derby combo. Double gnar gnar. Pardon my snowboarding lingo of which I have no idea what I'm talking about....



Here she is doing some extreme backcountry Pilates/Yoga and hanging out with Senor in the sunshine (yes, for the most part it has been 52 degrees and sunny....take that you 107 degree Missoulians!) She treated me to a little Pilates session yesterday and the current abdominal muscle soreness can only be described as, you guessed it, extreme.


But for the highlight of extreme sports, we checked out the Unalaska Skate Park and she used all of her extreme skateboarding knowledge to help Senor out on the ramps...I'm pretty sure he'll be sponsored before he's turns 1.


We know you can't stand just seeing these still photos, so for live action....here you go.





As you can tell, we're pretty busy. We have an extreme schedule to keep tomorrow (yes, I'm teaching her how to be an apprentice housewife), so we really must go now. But stay tuned for more of this weekend's adventures....

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Happy 8 months--- 7/7/7

I know you're all dying to know...did he win his first competitive crawl???

Alas...3rd place. Though, as a soccer-mom-to-be, I'd like to point out that he would have won the commando division....and in fact he would have even won the regular division as he was all lined up and ready to go, checking out his competition, feeling the spirit....

....when he remembered there were some cool bikes behind the start line that he wanted to check out...

....and proceeded to head the opposite direction!

So, a slight delay in the start. But what can you do? He did end up quite happy at the end of the race, whereas the baby who won was crying hysterically just trying to reach the bottle her mom was holding at the finish line!

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

On Stuff and Stability

In Boo's relatively short life, there's been a lot of major changes. He's already quite a well-traveled child! He spent his first 10 days living in Missoula, enjoying the fall colors and relatively warm weather. Then it was straight into the cold of winter- in-progress in Bethel. He went for his first snowmachine rides and enjoyed the sub-zero temperatures for the next few months. I went back to work and he went to daycare. Then there was a quick 10 day whirlwind to Salt Lake City and then it was life on the island, first living in one apartment and then a few months later, moving again. Along the way there was another trip with a week in California and a week in Portland and then there's my transition to house-wifing (wifeing?) and Dawson's switching of jobs. And of course, right when things were starting to settle down, there was the extended vacation to Akutan. So technically, he is almost 8 months old (7-7-07!) and he's lived in 4 different houses amid other changes.

In Bethel, he was a relative sleeping champion...just a couple of months old and already sleeping for 5-6 hour stretches! Then came island life without any of our stuff and the three of us sleeping on an airmattress that tended to catapult you a couple of feet everytime anyone rolled over (of course, it was a relatively improvement over sleeping on the floor!). That apartment temperature tended to hover at about 80 degrees, regardless of whether the windows were open, so I think we all learned to wake up every hour or so, panting with dehydration. Things went haywire and in moments of sleep deprivation madness, we tried everything we could think of (I'm using the royal "we", even though these were almost all my brilliant ideas). We moved Boo into his "co-bed" which is a relatively uncomfortable pack-and-play which attaches to your bed. When this wasn't working and we thought maybe we were waking him up, we moved him into the other room which was packed floor to ceiling with our unpacked boxes. It felt like moving a noisy dog into the garage and needless to say didn't work. So then we moved him back in and tried moving Dawson and a pair of earplugs into the other room (the idea was for him to actually get some sleep so he could pay attention at work). This is when we learned that it's not comfortable to sleep surrounded by towering boxes. So then we kept Boo in his bed and Dawson and I both moved out to the living room on Thermarests. Unsuccessful again. We all moved back in to the bedroom and tried various other remedies, from the bathroom fan to continuous play IPOD playlists. I even succumbed to downloading 45 second samples of lullabies off the internet which were guaranteed to bring blissful sleep. To be honest, I think the gap between the 45 second songs actually caused him to wake up about every 45 seconds (of course, this is hindsight after playing the songs for at least a month, and yes I could have actually ordered the CD where the songs weren't 45 seconds, but perhaps my middle name really isn't "patience"!). Then there was another move and more developmental changes. He learned to crawl and pull to stand (but not to get back down) and discovered that if he wasn't happy in his co-bed he would just try to crawl up onto our bed....this necessitated more changes To make a long sleep-deprived story a little shorter, we've finally begun to have a little success. Dawson took over on the brilliant ideas and thought maybe it was the Alaskan summer sun which was waking him up. He developed a technique of draping a blanket over his bed for a fort-like dark atmosphere. A-ha! It worked. Then we moved him into his own bedroom with the fort intact, and finally bought him a comfy crib and decorated his room for even more beneficial effects. In the last week, we've collected some used baby equipment...a crib, a changing table, a rocking chair and a high chair, and painted his dresser and decorated his room with a cool surfboard theme. We're generally down on accumulating stuff and would like to think that you don't need all this stuff for a baby, but I'm here to say that some of it is actually quite handy. Imagine...a rocking chair to sit on when nursing at 4 am....a nice high changing table to corral him from rolling over and having naked escapades midway through every diaper change...a high chair for him to sit at the table and eat Cheerios from a tray. The basics, I suppose, but we're just now getting around to basics. While we're not ready to get carried away with a fit of baby consumerism, a few things are pretty nice....I think we'll stay put for awhile...well, at least a few months!




The crib....in it's night-time dress.
Buck...hoping for a spare Cheerio.
How about that hair (takes after his dad)?

Speaking of "not staying put", we've been tackling the difficult job of taking a passport picture for Boo so that we can start our world travels. Here's a few potentials....You're not actually allowed to have a smiling photo...but don't you think they might be a little leniant on the rules?

(Check out that tooth!)

For an exciting preview of events to come...

Tomorrow is the 4th of July....the biggest highlight will be the arrival of Auntie Fun Times!! She will unfortunately miss the mainstreet parade and the "Cutest Baby" and "Baby Crawling" contests, but she's sure to see the big city fireworks display which generally happens sometime during this week at about midnight depending on light and fog. We can't wait for her arrival and we'll be sure to fill the week with fun activities (plus she just might have a few treats in her luggage...like a reported years supply of chocolate)!! Yahoo.