Sante Fe: What We Think They Will Like

Well, here is what I thought I would be posting last week.  But I came home to find out some people were mad at me that I had the temerity to be upset about being robbed.

Moving on… We really wanted a family vacation. Couldn’t do the 2 weeks Europe I had envisioned when we had money, you know, 8 months ago, so what to do? Fortunately, I have a friend who has a home in Sante Fe, New Mexico. She said if it wasn’t rented out, we could stay there as long as we paid for the cleaning service at the end of our stay. Terrific. I love the southwest, and I really want my kids to see some nature. Yes, La Brea and Wilshire is lovely, but perhaps a tree would be a welcome change for the young ones.

One of our days we took a hike out of town. As Vivien kept saying “I don’t like this; this is boring.” I grinded my teeth and thought, “But I loved going into the woods when I was a kid. “

As parents, we plan for the perfect vacation, and then your kids find something else they like a lot better. Like when we took this shuttle to the rental car, Vivien was joyous.

Of course, she rarely has ever been in a motorized vehicle where she didn’t have to be strapped to a seat so I get it, but to me it was a period to get through. Throw our crap on, then throw it off. For her, it’s an E ticket (except she wouldn’t know what that means.)

Perhaps it’s because kids don’t have the context we have. See her excitement as we show her the oldest house in the US.

We didn’t always drag her to the history and art museums.  We did take her to the kids’ museum, which she loved.

And I would have too if they had sold espresso. Why, why not?

And then there was the most magic moment of the whole trip. Where Vivien herself found the joy, found the out of the ordinary, the thing we don’t do in LA. As we left dinner one night, she heard music playing and asked us if we could go find it. We walked to the plaza, and there were couples on the bandstand all dancing the tango. It was recorded music, but it filled the warm night.

I said, “Do you want me to dance with you?”  She said, “Ah, ah, what about daddy?”

Mark was thrilled, since he is use to her going to me more than to him. She charged up to the stage without any hesitation, and they danced to song after song. She tried to follow the dancers’ footsteps.

Why do I plan? I should just follow.

Saturday Fun Day at the Dora and Diego CMOM Exhibit

I’m trying to make it a new rule that there is at least one day that is just about Vivien – not me distracting her so I can do something else, or dragging her on my errands. I call it “[blank] Fun Day.” As in, whatever day it is. Friday fun day sounds the best, but I work this Friday, so that’s not going to work.

In NYC, we had Saturday Fun Day and took the subway (or underground train, as we called it for Viv) to the Children’s Museum on the Upper West Side. At the CMOM, as they call it, they presently have a hands-on Diego and Dora exhibit.

You run around a world that looks vaguely Dora- and Diego-like. She loved it! I feel like if I immerse myself in something like this for her for a couple of hours, then I don’t feel guilty when I say, “Okay, time for us to go to the cafe across the street so Mommy can have an espresso and croissant.” If they were smart, all kid play areas and attractions would have good food and coffee for the parents. That’s what I need in order to be fun.