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Mr. Mike, Handyman Extrodinaire (Or In-Laws)

My parents and older sister came up for the weekend so my dad could do some work on our house and my sister could do some baby shopping.

One of the projects was replacing our front door from the ugly 70's one to one that fit the house better.

There wasn't a lot of room for me to help, so I mostly got out the way. In the afternoon I had an engagement session and had to leave Mr. Mike.


I came back started making posole, which Brittany had started by marinating the pork. If you haven't had it, it's basically a pork and hominy stew. You can add fresh veggies you like as you eat it.

When I got home Brittany and Momma Gail were gone, so basically Mr. Mike finished the door and I cooked dinner for the next four hours.

I decided to make guac to calm the masses.

We all love gaucamole.

We ate the posole at 8 or so and enjoyed a few brewskies. We always get Grain Belt when he's in town.

For breakfast Scott made everyone (Surprise!) apple crepes. 


They're the new big pancake.

My photo was better.

Better...I was trying to show the aftermath, you took  a great picture of the apple syrup. Big dif.

My mom brought up cat accesories for me to use for Halloween.

She's going as peanut, you know, our cat.


Scott and I needed to go the farmers market and my mom loved going with me last time, so we invited her along. It's nice to see her buy more vegetables. As kids the only vegetables we ate were frozen or in cans. Except in summer when all we ate was corn.

Mother-in-law took a gander at everything. Ikea or not, she loves shopping.


My mom had asked us the night before what soy beans looked like. Now we could show her. 

We stocked up on enough items to last us two weeks. 

I love the brussel sprout stalk in that guys bag.

I told Brooke she needs to take more picture. So she did.

I preceded to fix my glasses.

"You better frame this photo right."

And she did

My mom loves to take her time and look at everything. Scott waited patiently for us to catch up.

Lots of great root veggies this time of year.

We also came to get pumpkins for carving later.



This time we came home with pumpkins, onions, apple cider, corn tortillas, red onions, napa cabbage, lemongrass, broccoli, pork, chicken, kale, kidney beans, brussel sprouts, fingerling potatoes and roma tomatoes.

Earlier this week we noticed graffiti on our garage. We joked that someone was trying to write my name. We called 311 and they told us we had to remove it within 7 days or they would charge us $245 an hour to remove it.

Not quite, Brooke. They came out, documented and said "If you don't remove it, we will and we'll charge you." If they don't threaten action on tagged buildings no one would clean the junk. The fire department has better things to do.

Scott bought some graffiti remover at the hardware store and used our grill brush since we don't have a metal brush to scrub it off.

Not perfect but better than it was.

It was so nice out today we wanted to hang out outside.

Since my sister moved to the middle of nowhere, where grocery stores are few, she likes to stock up on things at our coop whenever she's in town. My mom came along with us too and LOVED the bulk aisle.

Once my dad finished our door it was time for them to leave. I hate how empty our house feels after guests leave. 

I like that our new door goes with our house and looks original.

By the way Brooke's really cute.

We were lazy for dinner and had leftovers instead. 

We relaxed for the rest of the day.

We were still hungry later. I had popcorn and Scott had the last crepe. 

We ended our night by watching the movie Hesher.  I had never heard of this movie before, but it was still pretty funny.

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