You see, I never went to the Botanical Garden until I was an adult. An almost 40-year-old adult. I know, I lived so close and never went. My grandfather worked at the Bronx Zoo, so if there was a seasonal event for us, it was taking place for us there, and not the Garden.
Two years ago, my dad came to visit and we started looking for things the family could do together that were a. holiday themed, b. close to home, and c. fun for everyone. After getting recommendations from friends, we decided on the train show. We got tickets for 10am, which was the earliest slot. It was crowded, and Jordan was a bit antsy. That’s selective memory for “he pitched a fit of epic proportions.” We couldn’t stroll him through the place, as strollers were not permitted. The place was packed end to end with people, so we didn’t exactly zip through there like a train. Still, we all enjoyed it and wanted to come back.
We didn’t go in 2009, but with Dad visiting this holiday again, we decided to go. We made a few changes in our plan of attack.
1. I purchased a membership to the Garden. A family membership runs $120 and will allow us to visit again next year at the beginning of the Train Show. We also received 4 parking passes, saving $12. Since adults are $25 for a single visit, kids $15, and seniors $22 during peak times, we paid a little more than what one visit would have cost. And we can come back any other time we want to see what excitement the Garden has in store. What a deal!
2. Members can get into the train show early – in our case 9am. We were one of maybe 15 other families in at that time, giving us the run of the place, really. Jordan was able to run around and follow all the trains as they weaved through NY landmarks. I could follow him and not get frustrated by all the people. We spent about 35 minutes in there, and had a sane, happy time.
For some reason, to the amusement of many, Jordan decided to bring his clock to the show. Not sure if he was showing his obsession with numbers, trying to be Flava Flav, or hoping to time the train, but it certainly led to a lot of conversation among those in attendance. Of course, if we lost him in the Conservatory, all we would have had to ask was “Did you see the kid carrying the clock?” and people would have known exactly who we were looking for.
I highly recommend the train show. It ends this Sunday, so if you don’t have a chance to make it, or are not in the area, definitely think about it for next year. The “conductor” told me this was the 19th year, so if they are celebrating double decades in 2011, I can’t wait to see what they have in store. We’re hopefully going as Thomas The Tank Engine will be there to meet kids (does he have hands? how does this work?) Hope we can leave the clock at home. Be sure to check out all of the Garden’s tips for making the most out of your train show visit.
What family traditions are musts for your holidays?
Even though I have a Jewish surname, I grew up in the Christian faith. Specifically, I was baptized a Presbyterian, which is as lightweight as you can get when you have a Southern Baptist father and half Catholic/half Jewish mother.
Every year, my grandfather (the Catholic one) with whom we lived with would put up a 4 foot artificial tree to be the centerpiece of our elaborate holiday decorations. Ok, it’s all we actually did to celebrate Christmas, but that doesn’t matter. It’s still one of my most favorite childhood memories. You see, I never really believed in Santa. We lived in an apartment building, so the concept of Santa coming down the chimney never made sense. Plus, Santa gifts had the same handwriting and used the same wrapping paper as those that came from my mom. The jig was up from an early age. But the tree! The Tree meant presents, and who cared where they came from, they were presents and that meant goodness.
When I married a Jew, I soon learned that a tree was never a priority. One year we bought a living mini-tree and decorated it with the 6 ornaments that fit on it. But that was all I got. Other ornaments hung in my office, dreaming of a tree to call home for a few weeks a year. I lobbied for a tree every year, but because Mr. IT didn’t have one growing up, it was never on his Christmas list.
It wasn’t until the year he was out of work that I got my tree. He figured since I was the one bringing home the bacon that he couldn’t deny me the tree anymore. We went on Christmas Eve (it was still a battle that took a while to win) to Duane Reade. Yes, Duane Reade, the NYC drug store. We bought a 6 foot artificial tree for 1/2 off. It doesn’t fit together so well, but duct tape fixes that. It reminds me of the Charlie Brown Christmas tree – not the biggest or brightest, but certainly #1 in my book.
Every year since I’ve planned to buy a new tree after the holidays when trees are on sale. But every year without fail I decide that my tree is just right.
This year, for the first time, IT Boy helped Soccer Girl and me put up the ornaments. He got really into it, and has been a really good boy by not playing with the tree but just sitting back and watching it instead. It’s just right in my book.
Since I have a son who insists on jumping on furniture and taking his shoes off by scraping them on my shoes, I’m hoping Santa has a new sectional sofa for my holiday gift. Hope it fits in the sleigh – we have a chimney, so now I believe! I believe!
Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas…
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Glad she highlighted this Wiley title, pulling out some great advice. I’ll consider it an early Christmas present.
What I learnt from Blogging Heroes: Top Blogging Tips PART 1.
Wanted to share an interview I did during BlogWorld Expo in October…sure, yeah, I just realized I never posted this. In it, I talk about my BlogWorld panel and what I see (meaning, my opinion only, your mileage may vary) in the near future for books.
Not so much hand flapping in this one, thankfully…
When Soccer Girl and I picked up IT Boy after his Sunday Funday program, we asked him what they did for the 3 hours he was gone from us. Sometimes when we ask we hear about how he played “sports” or bounced on the trampoline. This week, he told us they sang “Minutes”. Surprised that he offered up something so quickly yet so cryptically, we asked the aide in the class what “Minutes” meant. She laughed, and said they sang a song from “Rent” during the music session. Immediately I knew she was referring to “Seasons of Love“, the soaring song that opens act 2 of the play.
On the walk to the car, I called up iTunes on my phone and downloaded the song so we could play it for Boy in the car. He was thrilled to hear the song again. Soccer Girl and I were thrilled to have a reprieve from the music of “Handy Manny”. And we all sang “Minutes” the whole way home. There was a lot of love and joy in the car that morning.
Wanted to share the song with all of you, with my wish that every season be one of love.