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SAVE up to $65 on fall classes
Fall classes are now available for early registration at both locations (with a great DISCOUNT!). SAVE up to $65 on fall classes when you sign up by May 31st.
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employee of the month - Leland Radovanovic
Drum roll please...we are excited to introduce to you, Leland Radovanovic - our employee of the month for May 2013! He's the guy with the welcoming voice and the smile that can light up any room. His customer service is among the best. When Leland is not working hard at apple seeds, he is a full-time student at Laguardia Community College for Physical Therapy. Leland has made it his mission to get to know every parent, child and nanny at apple seeds UWS and makes everyone feel welcome and part of the community. We are lucky to have Leland as part of the apple seeds team! The next time you stop by apple seeds, give Leland a high five and find out first hand why he is the employee of the month.
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Alison & Allison - Women Who Hustle
Check out this post about Alison & Allison on a wonderful blog called Live From My Living Room!
According to writer, Marsha,"Women Who Hustle are women who are excited about what they’re doing, have ridiculous drive, are creative and achieve what they’ve set out to do. But the more important distinguishing factor is that these are women who not only have big ideas, plans and dreams but also execute. They are not paralyzed by fear, indecision and the unknown. This doesn’t, however, mean that they don’t question their abilities, talents and direction, because they do (sometimes). We all do. These women just know how to move past all that and get where they need to go. Basically, Women Who Hustle are women who get sh*t done."
According to writer, Marsha,"Women Who Hustle are women who are excited about what they’re doing, have ridiculous drive, are creative and achieve what they’ve set out to do. But the more important distinguishing factor is that these are women who not only have big ideas, plans and dreams but also execute. They are not paralyzed by fear, indecision and the unknown. This doesn’t, however, mean that they don’t question their abilities, talents and direction, because they do (sometimes). We all do. These women just know how to move past all that and get where they need to go. Basically, Women Who Hustle are women who get sh*t done."
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guest blog post from the one and only Terry Street
guest blog post by Terry Street, facilities/classroom coordinator, apple seedlings teacher & world sippy cup soccer and apple CORE training "coach" at apple seeds!
2013 has been a big year for my family. Two huge developments have occurred in the last 2 months that are still pretty crazy for me to wrap my head around. My oldest brother and his wife had their first child -- a boy. Soon after, my other brother got engaged to his long time girlfriend. Both were exciting pieces of news that were going to permanently change things within my immediate family. I started to feel like I was also expected to do something noteworthy or undergo some drastic metamorphosis in my own personal life. It seems, however, that I already have. I realized it last weekend when I went down to Washington D.C. to visit my brother, sister in law and brand new nephew. I had become an uncle and it changed me in a much bigger way then I could have ever imagined.
My brothers and I grew up in a suburb of Syracuse, NY. Tim is the oldest. He is 33 years old, lives in D.C. and is married to Margo. After him is my brother Tom. He is 30 years old and just recently moved from San Francisco across the bay to a big house in Oakland, with his fiancée, Alexis. Then there is me -- Terry. (Yes, our names are Tim, Tom and Terry… we are adorable.) I’m turning 28 soon and I live with my girlfriend, Kaitlyn, in Hoboken.
As close as we were growing up, we are all used to being spread far apart now. We all went in different directions to college and we all spent a good portion of time traveling to other continents. We do our best to stay in close contact, but we all wish we did a better job. I can only speak for myself, but for a long time I always assumed that we would be like my Dad and his siblings. He is one of 7 children and when we were kids, 5 of them lived in Syracuse and the other 2 lived within a two hour drive of my grandparent’s house, which was literally just around the corner from my house. Clearly we are going to have to work a lot harder at staying close as adults than they had to.
11 months ago I learned that Margo was pregnant and I was happy for them and appropriately excited when they told me on the phone. After hanging up, Kaitlyn started asking me lots of questions and talking about the first time we would see the baby and what the holidays would be like, etc. It seemed like she was more excited than I was. I was thinking that I barely see Tim and Margo now, how often will I see this baby? In fact, they will undoubtedly be infinitely busier because of the baby!
2 months ago, as Margo’s due date was approaching there was a shift in my outlook. I checked in with her a couple times on Google chat while I was at work (shhh!) and felt myself growing more enthusiastic as we talked and I heard about all the things they were doing to prepare for the baby’s arrival.
Finally, the day came. Gavin was born, the first pictures were sent and I was elated. This must be what it felt like to be an uncle. I was showing people every picture I had, talking about him to everyone who would listen and coming up with nicknames for him. Pretty cool, I thought. I felt the way that I imagined other people felt when they became an aunt or uncle.
My next order of business was to visit this little guy and start “out-uncle-ing” my brother Tom. So last weekend Kaitlyn and I took the bus down to D.C. Tim, who is a kindergarten teacher, was still at work when we arrived so Margo loaded baby Gavin into his car seat and picked us up at the bus station. Having seen probably 50 pictures of Gav (1st nickname) prior to this meeting, I still was not prepared for how little this guy would be. Less than 2 months old, he looked like a doll sleeping in his car seat. I sat in the back of the car so I could be next to him. As we pulled away, in my head I started willing him to wake up. Just then, we turned a corner and the sun shone on his closed eyelids causing him to get restless. Instinctively, I stuck my hand out to block the rays from his face and he resumed his snooze.
I’m not sure what I would have done with myself if he had slept for long after we arrived at their apartment. I couldn’t wait to hold him and luckily I didn’t have to wait long. I’m still unable to describe the emotion I felt when I held his tiny body on my chest and shoulder for the first time and felt his fuzzy head on my cheek. All I can say is that I couldn’t stop smiling. It was like a part of me I never knew was there suddenly exploded into existence. There was a huge swelling of pride that this was MY nephew and I was going to be a part of this brand new person’s life. I was attached to him the rest of the trip. I went out of my way to hold him all the time, even for a 20 minute walk home from a restaurant while Margo pushed an empty stroller. I had a dirty diaper leak on my shorts and I couldn’t have cared less. I was enamored with my nephew and we had a fantastic weekend.
It is always great to see Tim and Margo, but it was amazing to see them so comfortable and well suited to their new roles as parents. They are truly a family unit and I miss each of them individually, but I miss them more collectively. I absolutely cannot wait to see them again and I am so excited for the future in my role as Uncle Terry.
2013 has been a big year for my family. Two huge developments have occurred in the last 2 months that are still pretty crazy for me to wrap my head around. My oldest brother and his wife had their first child -- a boy. Soon after, my other brother got engaged to his long time girlfriend. Both were exciting pieces of news that were going to permanently change things within my immediate family. I started to feel like I was also expected to do something noteworthy or undergo some drastic metamorphosis in my own personal life. It seems, however, that I already have. I realized it last weekend when I went down to Washington D.C. to visit my brother, sister in law and brand new nephew. I had become an uncle and it changed me in a much bigger way then I could have ever imagined.
My brothers and I grew up in a suburb of Syracuse, NY. Tim is the oldest. He is 33 years old, lives in D.C. and is married to Margo. After him is my brother Tom. He is 30 years old and just recently moved from San Francisco across the bay to a big house in Oakland, with his fiancée, Alexis. Then there is me -- Terry. (Yes, our names are Tim, Tom and Terry… we are adorable.) I’m turning 28 soon and I live with my girlfriend, Kaitlyn, in Hoboken.
As close as we were growing up, we are all used to being spread far apart now. We all went in different directions to college and we all spent a good portion of time traveling to other continents. We do our best to stay in close contact, but we all wish we did a better job. I can only speak for myself, but for a long time I always assumed that we would be like my Dad and his siblings. He is one of 7 children and when we were kids, 5 of them lived in Syracuse and the other 2 lived within a two hour drive of my grandparent’s house, which was literally just around the corner from my house. Clearly we are going to have to work a lot harder at staying close as adults than they had to.
11 months ago I learned that Margo was pregnant and I was happy for them and appropriately excited when they told me on the phone. After hanging up, Kaitlyn started asking me lots of questions and talking about the first time we would see the baby and what the holidays would be like, etc. It seemed like she was more excited than I was. I was thinking that I barely see Tim and Margo now, how often will I see this baby? In fact, they will undoubtedly be infinitely busier because of the baby!
2 months ago, as Margo’s due date was approaching there was a shift in my outlook. I checked in with her a couple times on Google chat while I was at work (shhh!) and felt myself growing more enthusiastic as we talked and I heard about all the things they were doing to prepare for the baby’s arrival.
Finally, the day came. Gavin was born, the first pictures were sent and I was elated. This must be what it felt like to be an uncle. I was showing people every picture I had, talking about him to everyone who would listen and coming up with nicknames for him. Pretty cool, I thought. I felt the way that I imagined other people felt when they became an aunt or uncle.
My next order of business was to visit this little guy and start “out-uncle-ing” my brother Tom. So last weekend Kaitlyn and I took the bus down to D.C. Tim, who is a kindergarten teacher, was still at work when we arrived so Margo loaded baby Gavin into his car seat and picked us up at the bus station. Having seen probably 50 pictures of Gav (1st nickname) prior to this meeting, I still was not prepared for how little this guy would be. Less than 2 months old, he looked like a doll sleeping in his car seat. I sat in the back of the car so I could be next to him. As we pulled away, in my head I started willing him to wake up. Just then, we turned a corner and the sun shone on his closed eyelids causing him to get restless. Instinctively, I stuck my hand out to block the rays from his face and he resumed his snooze.
I’m not sure what I would have done with myself if he had slept for long after we arrived at their apartment. I couldn’t wait to hold him and luckily I didn’t have to wait long. I’m still unable to describe the emotion I felt when I held his tiny body on my chest and shoulder for the first time and felt his fuzzy head on my cheek. All I can say is that I couldn’t stop smiling. It was like a part of me I never knew was there suddenly exploded into existence. There was a huge swelling of pride that this was MY nephew and I was going to be a part of this brand new person’s life. I was attached to him the rest of the trip. I went out of my way to hold him all the time, even for a 20 minute walk home from a restaurant while Margo pushed an empty stroller. I had a dirty diaper leak on my shorts and I couldn’t have cared less. I was enamored with my nephew and we had a fantastic weekend.
It is always great to see Tim and Margo, but it was amazing to see them so comfortable and well suited to their new roles as parents. They are truly a family unit and I miss each of them individually, but I miss them more collectively. I absolutely cannot wait to see them again and I am so excited for the future in my role as Uncle Terry.
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a personal plea from Alison and Allison
It is at this time each year that we tell you about our friend Liam.
He was 2 ½ when we met him and 6 ½ when we lost him.
Liam fought a heroic battle with cancer for 4 years.
In those 4 years he became part of our family - one of our children.
And then he left us.
We learned a lot of things from Liam. We learned that you can never hug too tightly, that orange really is the best color in the crayon box and
that if you are cute enough, you can pretty much scooter anywhere (indoor or out) in NYC. We also learned that cancer does not discriminate -- at all.
It happens to families that love their kids as much as we love our kids. It happens to kids that love baseball and princesses
and the swings in the playground and drawing and Thomas and Legos and swimming and gymnastics and science and American Girl
and their little brother and chocolate ice cream. It happens to children that are as beautiful and happy and alive as all of our children.
Even when we protect and love our children with our head, heart and soul - cancer still happens.
It is the profound sadness we felt, and still feel to this day, as we watched our good friends lose their son to this monster of a disease that fills us with determination to stop it.
Liam's family has given us a way. His mom Gretchen, dad Larry and sister Ella started an incredible organization called Cookies for Kids' Cancer.
100% of every dollar donated to Cookies goes directly to pediatric cancer research, in particular, to fund pediatric cancer research trials.
These trials test medicines that can, and will, save kids' lives.
With your help and support, we raised over $100,000, allowing us to fund two of these trials. One of them was named one of the ten most significant scientific advancements in 2011 by Discover Magazine.
For Liam's birthday this year, we are asking you to donate once again. In your names, we will bake and package 3,000 cookies. On Mother's Day we will hand out those cookies
to children and the families of children currently being treated at cancer hospitals in the tri-state area.
Please give what you can. Liam would be 9 years old next Monday. Give $9 or $90 or $900 - but please give. We are aiming once again for $100,000 and we ask you this to help us reach that goal again this year…we cannot settle for less. That is the amount that is needed to fund a pediatric cancer trial. That is the amount needed to save lives.
Here is the link: http://cookiesforkidscancer.kintera.org/teamcookiesnyc
We thank you, as always, for your time and generosity. We are always overwhelmed by your support.
With warmest thanks,
Allison, Alison and the apple seeds team
He was 2 ½ when we met him and 6 ½ when we lost him.
Liam fought a heroic battle with cancer for 4 years.
In those 4 years he became part of our family - one of our children.
And then he left us.
We learned a lot of things from Liam. We learned that you can never hug too tightly, that orange really is the best color in the crayon box and
that if you are cute enough, you can pretty much scooter anywhere (indoor or out) in NYC. We also learned that cancer does not discriminate -- at all.
It happens to families that love their kids as much as we love our kids. It happens to kids that love baseball and princesses
and the swings in the playground and drawing and Thomas and Legos and swimming and gymnastics and science and American Girl
and their little brother and chocolate ice cream. It happens to children that are as beautiful and happy and alive as all of our children.
Even when we protect and love our children with our head, heart and soul - cancer still happens.
It is the profound sadness we felt, and still feel to this day, as we watched our good friends lose their son to this monster of a disease that fills us with determination to stop it.
Liam's family has given us a way. His mom Gretchen, dad Larry and sister Ella started an incredible organization called Cookies for Kids' Cancer.
100% of every dollar donated to Cookies goes directly to pediatric cancer research, in particular, to fund pediatric cancer research trials.
These trials test medicines that can, and will, save kids' lives.
With your help and support, we raised over $100,000, allowing us to fund two of these trials. One of them was named one of the ten most significant scientific advancements in 2011 by Discover Magazine.
For Liam's birthday this year, we are asking you to donate once again. In your names, we will bake and package 3,000 cookies. On Mother's Day we will hand out those cookies
to children and the families of children currently being treated at cancer hospitals in the tri-state area.
Please give what you can. Liam would be 9 years old next Monday. Give $9 or $90 or $900 - but please give. We are aiming once again for $100,000 and we ask you this to help us reach that goal again this year…we cannot settle for less. That is the amount that is needed to fund a pediatric cancer trial. That is the amount needed to save lives.
Here is the link: http://cookiesforkidscancer.kintera.org/teamcookiesnyc
We thank you, as always, for your time and generosity. We are always overwhelmed by your support.
With warmest thanks,
Allison, Alison and the apple seeds team