Monday, December 17, 2007

Bicoy Beacon 2007


Greetings and welcome to the 2007 edition of the Bicoy Beacon - our annual holiday missive that updates friends and family as to the goings-on in our lives over the last year. If you're not "friends" or "family," then I'm sure you'd be far more interested watching paint dry (seriously, if you're bored follow the link to a webcam watching paint dry).

I'm sure you've heard the expression, "It's not worth the paper it's printed on." Well, whomever said that apparently was referring to the printed version of the Bicoy Beacon. My husband Bret says we need to help Al Gore save the planet and earn another Nobel Prize, so we've decided to save a few trees and put our annual family newsletter on the internet (besides, that's probably why Al invented the darn thing in the first place).

So please sit back, drink a heavily caffeinated beverage, and try to read on. Oh, and I almost forgot - Mele Kalikimaka!

Cari & Bret Bicoy



I suppose the best place to begin is with our eldest child. I'm afraid to say that our eldest is getting all the more "elder" every year. Believe it or not, Alyssa is about to turn 17 years old. Yes that's 17, as in the number of gray hairs that spring out of my husband's head every time our home phone rings and a boy is on the line. It's a good thing she has her own cell phone or Bret's head would be completely white. Believe it or not, Alyssa will be a senior in high school next fall! Yes, a senior. As in almost in college. You know, an adult. Eligible to vote. Old enough to drive a car. No, we're not feeling old one bit, not us.

Speaking of mobile phones, we've finally entered the modern world and signed up for a family text messaging plan. Naturally, no matter what restaurant we're at, you can count on Alyssa to be texting back and forth with her friends. Speaking of restaurants, if you happen to be at Red Robin in Las Vegas, you might just be ordering off a menu Alyssa helped to design. As a part of her graphic design class, she was part of a team which created new menus for Red Robin, the chain of restaurants famous for their incredible top quality beef burgers. One of the local managers liked it so much that he decided to use it in his store! Of course, the great irony is that after reading Fast Food Nation, Alyssa has become a vegetarian!

If you've managed to read this far, then you must be just like our son David - someone who will read absolutely anything. David is in the fifth grade and continues to be in the Gifted and Talented Program because he devours every book he encounters. He's finished the Harry Potter series, the Maximum Ride series, the Fable Haven series, the Alex Rider series, and too many others to remember. I'm not sure if you're familiar with these books, but some of them run more than 700 pages! If you ever stop by our house, you're sure to find David curled up on the couch, just like his cat, reading a really big book.

When he's not reading, David is creating. This young man loves to come up with things that are uniquely his own. He has designed a bunch of new superheroes on his trusty sketch pad like PowerBoy who can turn into a solid, liquid or gas (although Bret doesn't understand why that makes someone super, saying a Bicoy does that in the bathroom every day). David doesn't like to be called "Dave," but he started his own cartoon company, "Davetoons," and completely draws his own comic books. He said he'd be glad to share them with you, for only $2.50 an issue.

Bret Jr. is in the third grade and was also accepted into the Gifted and Talented Program like his older brother. Bretty is Mr. Social in school, constantly working the playground like a little politician in training. He spends so much time talking to other kids that the guidance counselors selected him to be a "Peer Mediator." It's Bretty's job to walk around the school in the morning and help break up any arguments or disputes between his classmates. Of course, he also isn't shy about using all his connections to his own advantage. Bretty is one of those kids who seems to always convince a classmate to take the apple I packed for him in exchange for their bag of chips!

Bretty is also our one child who shares Bret's and my passion for football. Of course, being the true mediator, he chooses to be neither a Dallas Cowboys or Green Bay Packers fan. Instead, Bretty has decided that the Atlanta Falcons are his team (red is his favorite color). And like the Falcons, apparently Bretty was beaten up pretty good playing football this season. A tough tackle in the front yard led to a broken clavicle. Yeah, it looks ugly, but he loved being the center of attention while wearing his sling!

Our wonderful youngest son, Kekoa, is in the second grade and finally old enough to begin reading for fun. This young man, however, decided that he needs to read not for fun but because, as he says, "I want to learn everything." The other night I saw him at bedtime reading a book on the U.S. Presidents and then in the morning he was reading another a book on Benjamin Franklin. Kekoa likes to learn in the most unusual of ways. Every morning he burns off a little energy by running in circles in the house (hey, don't we all?). But with Kekoa, he doesn't want to just run. He wants me to test him on his spelling words as he runs around the kitchen table. He's doing well, so I guess it works for him!

Kekoa is also a very determined little boy in whatever he does. Whether it be running as long as he can (he once ran back and forth between two building in a park for half an hour just because he felt like it), or doing a thousand jumping jacks just to see if he could, Kekoa is the epitome of perserverence. He will take on a difficult puzzle that his older siblings could probably solve, but none of them is as willing as Kekoa to just keep going until he's completed every bit of it. His Dad is exactly the same way, except substitute the word "puzzle" with the words "bucket of fried chicken."

Nalani started kindergarten this year and is absolutely loving it. She is devouring (to keep the bad analogy going) every bit of education that comes her way. Every night she reads to me using the "Hooked on Phonics" system we bought for her brothers and she is moving through the levels at a remarkable pace. Nalani has announced that when she grows up she wants to be a "drawer." At first we were a bit confused as to why our daughter wanted to be a piece of furniture until she explained that she loves to draw pictures. So a grown-up who draws pictures must be a "draw-er." Come on, Mom, Duh?!


For some reason, Nalani is also an apple fanatic. This little girl eats an apple each and every day, and sometimes more than one. We told our kids years ago that they can have fruit or veggies anytime they want, day or night, and Nalani certainly takes advantage of that. We think that's why she wants to become a teacher. Nalani often sets up her own classroom in our playroom upstairs with Malia as her student. That is, of course, when she's not poking her little sister as she falls asleep in the most unusual of places.

In case you haven't noticed, many of the pictures we've used thus far were the kids' school portraits. Since Malia isn't even in elementary school yet, we don't have a posed picture of her. And as you can see, often the pictures we do have of Malia are of her out cold in some strange position. And when we try to take a nice picture of our own, she doesn't like to pose. Of all our kids, Malia is by far the most stubborn. She's not going to be a trained dog and smile just because Mom's trying to take her picture.

Malia does go to pre-school two days a week and has lots of fun there. She loves crafts but is especially fond of cooking. She is constantly asking me if she can help out in the kitchen and always wants to turn the television to a "cooking show" (as she calls them). Malia has a whole assortment of play foods and kitchen supplies and she'll happily make you a meal if you ever drop by. She's sitting next to me as I write this and says I'm supposed to tell everyone that she's going to be an artist (and not a chef, interestingly) when she grows up. I hope she becomes a very famous artist, because then perhaps we can frame some of the walls of our house and get rich selling her doodles that cover them.

As much joy as we've experienced with our children, this was also a very difficult year for our extended family. As many of you know, this summer we lost my not quite two year-old niece Ellie Zaidel. She was a beautiful little girl who will be forever missed. Visit the website Ellie's Fund to see some pictures of this wonderful child. What really broke my heart is that of our six children, five of them had never even met their cousin Ellie until her funeral. While we were in Green Bay with the Hansen family during most of July, we were overwhelmed by the incredible outpouring of friendship and love the entire community showered upon our entire extended family. People who didn't even know Ellie shared in our grief. It was somewhere in the midst of all that sadness and compassion that Bret and I realized we needed to make a change. We wanted to be closer to our family and friends in Wisconsin, Minnesota and Michigan.

One of the great things about Las Vegas is that it is a place where you can do whatever you want to do. As long as your actions don't negatively impact my life, nobody cares and everything's basically fair game. While that independent frontier spirit can be very appealing, inherent in that attitude is the fundamental reality that in Las Vegas, people overwhelmingly look out only for number one. It was so evident when we were back in Green Bay during a time of tragedy that Las Vegas lacks a spirit of community. While I have developed some wonderful friendships with a handful of terrific ladies over the last few years, I am constantly amazed at how many of them come and go - often longing for a better quality of life.

And so earlier this year, Bret and I quietly began making plans to leave Las Vegas. We desperately wanted to find a place where our children would feel safe and we could be surrounded by family and friends. We longed to be embraced in a way we haven't felt since we left the Midwest. So during our children's school break, before the coldest part of winter arrives, we are going to be relocating back to Wisconsin. We've waited long enough. The time has come for us to return home. It may be a financial sacrifice, but we know that we'll more than make up for it with the rewards of being near the people we love.

And yes, not that it was ever in doubt, but my warm-blooded husband from Hawaii must really, really love me to agree to move back to the land of the frozen tundra. Of course, in return, Bret did say that I am forever forbidden from uttering the words "I have a headache" ever again.

So if you happen to be in Wisconsin, I hope you'll welcome us home. Oh, and before I forget, I've already started the Green Bay Women's Book Club based upon the book club I organized in Las Vegas for the last three years. If you're a woman looking for friendship and lots of good conversation one night a month, I hope you'll sign up and join me. I figure we can always use a nice warm cup of coffee on a cold Midwestern night.

It may be winter in Wisconsin, but there's an old line from a movie that goes something like this: "When a place touches your heart the wind never blow so cold again."

We hope your life is as blessed as is ours.

Cari :)

Saturday, December 01, 2007

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas...

And the kids are giddy with excitement!

The day after Thanksgiving my lovely wife left to go shopping in the wee hours of the morning. By 9 a.m., Cari had already completed 3/4ths of all our Christmas shopping!

When she got home, we made all the kids go to their rooms as we unloaded the car and moved all the gifts into our bedroom.

It takes a few hours, but after we've sorted it all out and wrapped oodles of presents, we called the kids upstairs. It's their job to carry the gifts down to the tree.

This is probably their most favorite chore of the whole year...



A whole caravan makes their way down the stairs, with Nalani and Malia trying to lift one together...



In Kekoa's case, one of his presents is almost as big as he is...



Then David takes it upon himself to organize them under the tree...



That all happened a few days ago. Tonight was stocking night.

Every Christmas, we all decorate our own stockings with glitter glue. Here is everyone moments before the madness begins...



Then we all got down to work...




It's an old Wisconsin German tradition for Saint Nick to fill your stockings on December 6th. Cari's from Green Bay, Wisconsin, of course, so this this was the norm for her and everyone she knew. I grew up in Hawaii, but my mother is from Manitowoc, Wisconsin and she brought this practice with her to Hawaii.

Of course, we were the only people in Hawaii that I ever knew to open our stockings on December 6th. But hey, what's wrong with being unique?

Our house is now all set for December 6th...



We've adapted the tradition (and the story) a bit. In our home, Santa comes during the night of December 5th to pick up the kids' Christmas lists - leaves a few treats in the stockings - then return on Christmas eve to fulfill some of those wishes.

Hey, it works for us!

Monday, November 26, 2007

The Valley is on Fire...

Okay, maybe not on fire, but the rocks are awfully red!

The Valley of Fire is a state park about 50 miles outside of Las Vegas. It gets its name because of the incredibly vibrant red sandstone formations. We took a drive out that way over Thanksgiving weekend with Cari's parents who are visiting from Wisconsin...



It's hard to get a sense of the magnitude of the valley or the redness of the stone, so here's the same pose taken from afar...



These sandstone formations are 150 million years old and have been weathered by water and wind over the centuries. This makes for the most unusual cracks, crevices and hollowed out tunnels.


The kids had an absolute blast climbing in and out of them...



There even was a great cavern that you entered by crawling through a small hole in the sandstone from below...



Needless to say, I didn't quite fit through the hole!


And backing up the camera a bit, you can see what a crawl it really is...



The kids and their Grandpa climbed all over the place...



With David demonstrating his climbing ability...



Of course, our littlest one, Malia, is too fearless to be left behind by her brother David...



And if Malia was brave enough, her older sister Nalani was going to join her...



The red sandstone formations are really quite incredible...



Of course, sandstone is just sand that was compressed into stone over millions of years. With enough wind and rain, that stone can easily turn back into sand...



It was like a beach out there! Everyone came home with their shoes filled with sand.


There are also some terrific white sandstone formations, some of which create deep crevices and valleys of their own...



If you look closely at the middle of the picture above, you'll see Cari, her Dad and five of our six kids halfway down the trail to the bottom of this little valley.

Here they are zoomed in...



It may not look like a climb from the pictures, but it really is a bit of a trek. Here we are at the bottom...



While the trail is quite steep, thankfully it's very easy and steps have been carved in to much of the sandstone. And of course Malia just had to climb it herself...



Well, at least halfway up.

Guess who had to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way up this very steep trail?

My back is still sore!

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Masks & Malia's Birthday

Nalani is the fifth of our six children. She has three tough older brothers who love playing with lightsabers and jumping on top of each other.

She has an older sister who last wore a dress during the Clinton administration.

And yet somehow, some way, Nalani has become the girliest girl you'll ever meet.

When everyone in her class dressed up for Halloween, most kids dressed as witches, superheroes or other kinds of scary creatures.

Well, as you can see in the picture below, almost everyone...



You can always count on Nalani to dress up as a princess or an angel.

What a wonderfully girly girl!

Of course, Halloween means Happy Birthday to Malia...



Our littlest girl is another year older and had a grand old time opening her presents...




But when we looked closely at the pictures we took from that day, we noticed an unusual commonality to Malia's expressions...



Look a bit more closely...



Yes, for some strange reason, Malia thinks she's Michael Jordan...



She just kept sticking her tongue out!




There's probably some deeply rooted psychological reason why, but after six kids we've stopped trying to figure those things out.


Our five younger children had a great time walking through the neighborhood collecting candy...



But the sweetest treat of all for David was a Red Sox championship...



Neither Cari nor I are particularly big fans of baseball, but David became fascinated when he was sitting in the waiting area of a barbershop a few years ago. The Red Sox were on the TV and he was hooked - he quickly became a loyal citizen of Red Sox nation.

I went to college in the Boston area and lived through the Bill "You-Mean-We're-Supposed-To-Pick-Up-Ground-Balls?" Buckner affair. I saw first hand the birthright of every Red Sox fan to approach the brink of greatness only to be disappointed time and again.

The strange thing is that David only knows the Red Sox as champions. First 2004, then 2007. In the four years he's been old enough to understand the game and be a fan, his team has two World Series victories.

I can almost hear David now. Curse? What curse? And what's a Bambino?

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Vegas Loves a Party...

...and it's wearing us out.

As parents of six kids, we rarely venture out for an evening on the town, and it's even more infrequent that we head down to the famous Las Vegas Strip.

Normally when you live in Las Vegas, you really never venture near the Strip except for one of three reasons:
(a) friends or family members are visiting and have a strong desire to pay our taxes for us (aka losing money at the tables), (b) because someone has given you tickets to a show (although my wife prefers that we only go to the ones in which everyone is fully clothed), or (c) to attend a charity dinner.

Lately, all three of those things have been dragging us down to the Strip.

Given the nature of my work, we are invited to attend a lot of charity dinners by friends and colleagues who buy tables for these events and have a few seats leftover. The summer's scorching heat is gone and wealthy families are back in town - so now is the season for fundraising events.

And this being Las Vegas, there really are an awful lot of fundraising dinners and auctions. Here's an event last night at the Bellagio...



While most events are simply business attire, I've had to wear a tuxedo for three of the last 4 weekends. But as a guy, at least there's nothing unusual about wearing the same penguin suit to each black tie event. My wife, like all the ladies who attend these things, has to find something new to wear.

Of course, Cari makes everything she wears look lovely...



So we had two dinners to attend this week on the Strip.

I also made a trek to the Strip this week was to see an old friend from Tufts who was staying at Paris Las Vegas...



That's me with John Reblando, an old college buddy. He's having his first child in a few months while I have six kids.


That must be the reason I've lost my figure while he still has his.

And we made yet another visit to the Strip this week because we were given a pair of tickets to see a show...



"Spamalot" at Wynn Las Vegas. Or as it's described, Eric Idle's and John Cleese's "new musical lovingly ripped off from the motion picture 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail.'"

If you enjoy Monty Python humor, you'll love the stuff like this which is all around the theatre's lobby...



The story is basically King Arthur's absurd search for the holy grail. And no, despite the fact that this is Sin City, there were no references to the grail of the DaVinci Code. Arthur was looking for the more traditional version of the grail.

Of course, it was right there in plain sight. All Arthur had to do was check with Cari. She had it all along filled with a strawberry daiquiri...



Of course, Cari's grail was an overpriced souvenir, but at least Spamalot thanked her in blinking lights...



That's a week in Las Vegas.