Sunday, December 8, 2013

Merry Christmas from the Claytors 2013

Well it’s been an eventful year (Really?  Are you new here or something?)  Sorry, talking to myself has become a bad habit.  After all, no one else is listening to me or willing to carry on a constructive conversation.  What was I talking about again?  I know I know…just get on with it already!

Caitlin had an unforgettable year.  In her last semester as a Senior at Prospect High School, she jetted off to Orlando with the Mixed Company show choir for Spring Break.  Keeping her grades nice and strong, she toured her list of colleges and decided on the University of Illinois, majoring in Music Education (…duh!)  She once again made her own dress and jewelry for the prom, and was voted by her classmates to earn the Medallion Award for Vocal Music, which she proudly wore to graduation.  The summer started with a post grad trip all over Europe with the Prospect Madrigal Singers, and followed with a “cough cough” JOB!  She scored a sweet one working full time with Dad during the day, and rehearsed in the evenings to shine as the lead in The King’s Players production of “Kiss Me Kate.”  She turned 18 in July and was headed to Champaign, IL in August a week before classes for the Marching Illini Band’s Hell Week, and moved into her dorm.  Being centrally located, she receives parental and grand-parental visits regularly (whether she wants them or not!)
   

Not to be outdone, The Boy has continued blazing his own trail.  He gets lost a lot, but if you help him he’ll never learn on his own!  Does he miss his sister?  (Who?)  Having turned 13 and officially a “teenager” he’s exercising as much independence as he can get away with.  He’s continued to move up the ranks in Taekwondo, expecting his first Black Belt test in 2014.  He also dominated the Do-Jang’s pushup challenge, doing over 3000 in 6 weeks.  (Yah Ahnold, he’s huge…he’s got no neck.)  With Caitlin in Florida over spring break, he went golfing with his Grandparents in Arizona, but did join Caitlin as a tagalong in Europe (or roadie I guess?) and landed his first legitimate chorus part in “Kiss Me Kate.”  Afterwards, he and Grandpa Bob Schwabik embarked on a weeklong road-trip tour of National Parks on the East Coast, highlighted by shooting things…with both cameras at the parks, and firearms at Grandpa’s Gun Club (safety first!).  He’s now halfway through Junior High School and has traded the Trumpet for Guitar lessons.  You know…’cause chicks dig that sort of thing!     

Sherpa and Otter had tons of fun, traveling to Michigan for a week on Long Lake, and spending more time with the neighbor’s dog Riley, including a few sleepovers.  Although Sherpa has been showing her age, she still has enough energy to put Otter in his place and assert her dominance.  Otter then makes sure Sherpa’s not looking when he steals her biscuits.  It’s a tenuous peace, but calls to John Kerry have been unanswered so far.  Neither party has developed Uranium rawhide, so the world is safe…FOR NOW!   

What is it with Kelly and all the tree-hugging critter-attracting behavior?  Over the winter, an opportunistic little mouse found his way into her car to nest in the heating filter.  Having removed that and called exterminators, she was determined to not learn her lesson and lobbied our village to allow us to build a chicken coop in the yard (decision is a NO so far…) She earned a long overdue promotion at work and celebrated by making mini terrariums for co-workers.  Seriously, they have pastoral settings with sheep, shepherds, and everything.  It’s clinical!  Aside from these projects, time has been largely devoted to the super double secret project.  It rhymes with “look” and it you can read it when she’s done…someday!  

And how can Chris compete with all these goings on?  Well…he can’t so why bother!  If you can’t beat ‘em, right?  He read up on what breed of chicken Kelly should raise, built epic stage sets for Kiss Me Kate, carpooled with Caitlin to work all summer, matched The Boy in his pushup challenge (yep…all 3000!) and is disturbingly prone to wearing University of Illinois sportswear.  For himself though, he did reminisce around his old haunts in northern Michigan with Kelly and the Dogs, and enrolled at the Music Institute of Chicago to take Recorder lessons.  A petition from the members at Vertical Endeavors saw him rejoining the ranks of Route Setters.  The old man’s still got it!  Well…I’d consider buying stock in Advil and Blue Emu.  Sales are about to spike!   

OK…if you’ve made it this far, seriously consider the choices you’re making in life.  A couple states have legalized recreational marijuana.  I’m not “saying,” I’m just…you know “saying.”  Stay tuned for more blog entries…we’re getting marginally better at updating to anyone who cares…
Merry Christmas and Happy 2014!

Slapping you butt and saying “good game, ”
Chris, Kelly, Caitlin, The Boy, Sherpa and Otter ! 




and Quincy. Quincy Nelson.

U of I – Dad’s Day 2013

The first child to (sort of) leave roost headed off to lovely, flat, Champaign-Urbana, IL in August. After taking one trip down to move her into her dorm, and another to attend registration, our 3rd planned for the University wide “Dad’s Day” the last Saturday of September. And before you ask…yes there is a Mom’s Day (in the Spring.) They get a flower show. Us Dads, however get a football game!

This is a big event for the University, and the area hotels are booked solid up to a year in advance (so us freshman parents are S.O.L.) unless you’re, well…me. And have friends how book extra rooms a year in advance “just in case.” So we’re easily covered for Saturday night.

Caitlin is in the famed Marching Illini marching band (370 members) and, as other campus groups; they have some fun stuff planned for the visiting Dads. The game was scheduled for 11am, and although I had repeatedly asked for a suggested arrival time on Saturday (it’s about a 3 hour drive), the answers were a little vague. A couple days before we’re to leave, I get the call:

“Daddy…?”

“Yes Princess…?”

“You have to be here at 7am so you can learn the halftime dance with the other Dads, Okaaayyeee…?”

Dammit.

Scramble to find a Friday night hotel, arrange an extra night with the dog-sitters? No Problem! We stay at a sketchy Red Roof about 30 miles away to avoid an overnight drive, get up early and meet Caitlin in front of her dorm at 6:30. I meet up on the practice field with the other 300+ Marching Illini Dads and we spend an hour learning out dance moves for the halftime show.I don’t mean to brag but not only am I among the youngest of the Dads, I’ve also got the moves. Seriously, some of these guys need to get out more often and shake their thing. We get a special “Dad’s Day” sweatshirt, which will serve as our ticket onto the field. We join the Marching Illini in Memorial Stadium for a quick run through, and it’s off to join them for the Illini Walk. And where was Kelly during these 2+ hours? She heroes up and scores a sweet all-day parking spot with some tailgaters, makes some friends, and chills out until parade time.

In their casual uniforms, they line the street and play for the tailgaters and the arriving Illini football
team. Kelly finds us, and the band returns to the band building for a quick bite, they change into their dress uniforms. They split off by section, and go around campus to warm up for the public (imagine 27 Sousaphones on a street corner playing Sweet Caroline, and you get the idea. The entire band, color guard, cheerleaders, etc. all form up at the Armory and parade through town which takes them onto the field for the pregame show.

Kelly and I follow the band, and to the stadium, and our seats. As a Marching Illini, Caitlin has season tickets for us. Up. Way up. As in, we need to stop partway up ramps to acclimate to the altitude. But that’s where most of the other Dad’s are. We watch the Illini absolutely embarrass the visiting Miami University Redhawks, and have a great view of the end zone stands where the band entertains the crowd. The Dad’s all make their way to the field before halftime and join the ban on the field for a show saluting the University Dads (yes, there is a kick line, yes, there is booty shaking, yes there is video evidence.) After halftime, we decide to get out of the sun and wander the stadium a bit and immediately run into Caitlin and about 50 other band members.

“DAD! Follow us…it’s Mini-Band!” We do as told, and join the band as they assemble in random corridors, stairways, and stands. This isn’t just “band music” there’s all manner of singing, chanting, and dancing, and the crowds eat it up. After a 50-14 win, the band exits the stadium and parades to the steps of the Education Building, where they perform selections from their show and the director dismisses the band.

It’s been quite a long day, so Kelly and I head to our hotel (sketchy Red Roof #2) clean up, and meet Caitlin and her boyfriend to delivery care packages and head to for dinner. Having thought ahead to make a reservation at Biaggi’s we avoid the hour+ wait time and feed the hungry kids with enough leftovers for them to take home for another day.

A post dinner walk around campus leaves Kelly and I pretty beat, so we head back to the hotel as Caitlin and Seth go out for the after-game parties. We meet up with Caitlin for a nice breakfast out before we head home, a she’s off to go apple picking with her some of her band mates (at least, that’s the story she’s sticking to…)

Terrific weekend, so much fun and great to see Caitlin so happy and in her element. The Marching Illini gets as much attention, if not more, than the football team. They’re like rock stars around campus and at the games. We’re already looking forward to next year’s Dad’s Day – hopefully can better plan ahead for hotels and keep our energy levels up to join Caitlin for some late night trouble making.

For your convenience, here’s a link to the University Police Department. http://www.dps.uiuc.edu/universitypolice/index.html

Bail deposits are welcome…

Sunday, August 25, 2013

100th Post!

This marks our 100th post.

Yes, yes, very exciting, I know. If only we made a habit of posting to this damn thing, instead of, you know, letting eight months lapse in between. But I'm pretty sure all three of you that read this thing have kept in touch already, so quit your belly-aching.

Cause we've been BUSY. BUSY I tell you.

If you read to the bottom, there's more if you click "older posts". And there's stuff in the sidebar.. don't forget about the sidebar!

Yeah. See you in December.

College?



Chris is weeping in a corner as I write this, some nonsense about how his baby girl has gone off to college and how he wishes she could just stay a little girl forever. 

 Ummm…what?

Cause I think I remember some D.R.A.M.A! over these last few years, and up until we left that kid in the dorm alone to fend for herself, I think he was saying something about selling her to the circus.

Caitlin has spent most of her waking hours in some form of organized musical effort, and it’s paid off, cause now she’s gone off to the University of Illinois School of Music with a focus towards Education. 

So, here’s the numbers, for all you accountant type geeks out there:
University of Illinois received 33,000 freshman applications for the 2013-2014 year.
Caitlin was one of 7,000 accepted.
The College of Music had 6,000 applicants.
She is one of 115 accepted.

Damn kid. 

She’s also made it as a Mellophone player for the Marching Illini, the Marching Band for the University. So she had to go down a week early for Hell Week (Sunday to Sunday band, 9am to 9pm). We drove through miles and miles and miles and miles and miles of corn, arriving on campus before the chaos of the regular move in day.    

To Chris’s absolute and total glee, we moved her in to a nice old all girls dorm, brick building, white pillars, that sort of thing. Another fun fact is that her roommate is from Beijing, China. 

 Have a mentioned the fact that Chris has been wearing his U of I “spirit wear” since Caitlin left?  

So join us all in Dublin for the 2014 St. Patrick’s Day Parade, where Caitlin will be marching with the Marching Illini. (…can’t let this whole college thing dampen her super secret international spy business, now can we?)

Chris will be the one wearing green U of I spirit wear and drinking beer.

Shakespeare in Summer



I don’t think you could ever have seen so many grandparents converge on one city all at once… 

Caitlin had the lead in “Kiss Me Kate” for her final role in the Kings Players summer production, and Colin got his first real part too, as the Padua Priest and general chorus member. The Boy had a great time, made some new friends, and it generally kept him out of trouble (…or got him into to trouble, depends on your perspective).


Caitlin was truly fantastic, as was her boyfriend Seth, who played opposite her in the male lead. I mean, we knew the two of them could sing, but we didn’t know they could SING! Yeah, we are obviously biased, but we really, really, really think those two were the strongest leads we’d seen in the 5 years they’d been involved.

Danger Boy



What this post will tell you is: Boy Danger is BACK!  He’s just about to become a deputy belt in Taekwondo, one stop shy of becoming a black belt. In another year or so, he’ll be all like…ninja and sh!t… 

He’s also been working on his golfing skills and he’s outdriving his grandmother (no small feat, grandma’s got game), got his first birdie, and can pop the collar on his polo shirt like a good club boy should. 

So in order to balance out the prep boy profile, we sent him east, for weapons training at Camp Bob? He got to go on his very first serious road trip with Grandpa Bob, where driving is the main aim of the game. We’re pretty sure Colin didn’t drive, but wouldn’t necessarily place bets on that. 


So he’s a golf going, club swinging ninja that’s a good shot. 

And he’s grown about 12 ½ feet. 

Good luck. I’m going to hide in the basement.

Michigan



The dogs were looking a wee bit sad lately, and they decided they needed a vacation. So Chris and I packed up the Subaru, tossed in the dog beds, and drove north, to the Traverse City area of Michigan and back to Chris’s old stomping grounds of Interlochen. We rented a sweet little house on a lake, watched the 10pm sunsets, hiked through sand and art shops, and discovered that Otter is agoraphobic and actually doesn’t prefer vacationing at all. 

Check Your Luggage, There Might be a Claytor Inside



Oh to be a Claytor kid…spoiled rotten beasts. In the span of one year, from June 2012 to June 2013, they’ve traveled to Korea, Japan, Jackson Hole Wyoming, Florida, Arizona, Puerto Rico, and finally this summer - Germany, France, Hungary, Austria, and the Czech Republic. 

It’s obvious, isn’t it?

They’re international super-spies.