We spent our spring break this year in San Francisco, kicking off a house hunt. The first few days were spent as tourists, staying right off Market just a few blocks away from a foodies’ paradise, the Ferry Building. The kids enjoyed the hotel stay I think, mostly because it entailed lazy mornings spent lounging in front of the television.
We’ve spent a fair number of days on a plane in the last six months with trips to Atlanta for Christmas, San Francisco for spring break and again to S.F. for a house hunting trip. While I think much of what the TSA does qualifies as “security theater” I’m always careful to keep my opinion to myself, especially around the kids.
Time for our annual Easter family photo! As we all get bigger (Well, except Marla. She seems to get skinnier all the time!) we have a harder and harder time standing still. Continue reading
Emma had her Spring 2011 piano recital this past weekend. The recital was themed “all creatures great and small” and all of the individual pieces were all animal or nature themed and ranged from The Giraffe Who Loved Mozart to Dancing Dolphins to Emma’s piece, which was entitled Call of the Wilderness.
At the end of 2010 we took a jaunt to Georgia to spend the holidays with my family. Before we could go, though, we had to give Henry his birthday present: a brand new guitar!
We were in Georgia for Henry’s 6th birthday a few weeks ago and had a small, understated party. That’s a big difference from the bowling extravaganza we had last year.
What’s that? You’ve never been to a bowling extravaganza before? Well, let me tell you all about it. There are balls and shoes and lanes and bowling alley cakes and pizza and neon lights and…
Cousins Bailey and Madison joined the CA Northcutts for a family trip out to Broad River Bison the day after Thanksgiving. We set out bundled against the cold for our traditional hay ride around the farm, touring Bailey’s Bottom, Madison’s Meadow, Emma’s Pond and Henry’s Hollow snuggled in scarves and stocking caps. Uncle Paul fed the buffalo a few tasty apples and received a slobbery finger for his trouble.
Emma’s winter piano recital was all music from The Nutcracker Suite, which Tchaikovsky extracted from the two hour Nutcracker ballet. (The ballet was apparently a flop when first produced!)
Emma practiced this piece relentlessly for the past few months and forced us all to listen to the Suite in the car, as well. Who couldn’t stand a little more celesta in their life, eh?
Last year we took a thousand-mile-journey to Atlanta for Thanksgiving. (This year we stayed home.) The weather was colder than California, for sure, but the atmosphere was warmer with aunts, uncles and cousins galore. I have great memories growing up of 20+ person Thanksgiving meals – with both sets of families on the same day.
Whenever one is in the ATL around the holidays one must visit the Pink Pig. It’s a fact. Nay, a law. I submit Exhibit A, photographic proof that the Northcutt’s embarked on said obliged visit in November of 2009.