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A Valentine's Sunday and our 10th Realiversary


Of course Valentine's Day means all heart shaped food. With our windows still missing shades I woke up before my family and started breakfast.

Since Brooke was already up, Meadow and I decided to wear robes to breakfast.

Heart shaped pancakes, eggs and bacon.

Impressive.

Scott was really excited to show me my Valentine gift. Hearts made by him and Meadow.

"More pancake?"

This kid is turning into a pancake.

Meadow had to take a bath before I ripped out the last of the plastic tiles.

So long 60s bathroom.

I'm guessing it was closer to the 70s, but it had to go either way.

Meadow has gained my love of candy hearts.

Eww...world's worst candy.

So much better than candy corn.

While Scott worked on the bathroom, Meadow and I listened to records. Meadow has not taken a nap in over a week. Now that she knows how to open doors she leaves her room immediately after we put her in her room.

Soup in, you guessed it, heart shaped bowls.

I had these puzzles in our drawer for Meadow to play with when she is older, but she's actually quite good at puzzles.

It's amazing how proud of her I became when she started completing these "all by myself."

I made some strawberry frozen yogurt on Saturday night. It seemed appropriate for the holiday.

I prepped the walls with a waterproofing membrane after pulling off all of the tiles.

It's going to be fun moving these light fixtures.

Like last year, we decided to celebrate Valentines day with Tyler and Emma. They had already got tickets to a show at the Children's Theatre. We bought some too and planned to meet at Glam Doll Donuts before the show. Emma ended up with the same flu that we had the weekend before and couldn't make it. 

When we got to the donut shop we found it was closed. They close at three on Sundays. Whoops.


We saw "A Snowy Day and Other Stories by Ezra Jack Keats". This show was mostly shadow puppets and much more mellow than Wizard of Oz. 

Afterwards we decided to go for a walk in the snow over to Eat Street.

We didn't feel like going home just yet and decided to eat somewhere in the area.

I thought it would be nice to go to Brooke's old favorite, Bad Waitress.

Meadow had me draw her people we knew. My drawing skills haven't evolved after 5th grade.

Brooke, Meadow and I split nachos and a reuben.

When we got out Meadow just wanted to play in the snow. We really haven't much this winter.

A few days after Valentine's, Scott and I celebrated our Realiversary. It was 10 years ago today that Scott and I first met. Ten years ago feels forever ago, yet, 10 years from now doesn't seem that far away. We dropped Meadow off at Tyler and Emma's.

Ten years ago we met at a mutual friends birthday party in Minneapolis. While technically in Uptown we spent a lot of time in Dinkytown our first year together.

I used to have hair!

We both thought of Annie's Parlour right away.

What could be more romantic than sharing a strawberry and oreo malt? Well,  I did order a blueberry one, but this worked.

This place still has some of the best burgers in town.

The fries were so, so good.

We had too much food and I was so full.

We decided to go down to the Kitty Kat Klub for a beer.

It took me a long time to finish my beer from being so full.

We fondly reminisced of birthday parties and concerts we've went to here over the years. Still as charming as ever, if not a little ragged around the edges.


I wanted to walk around Dinkytown, but our parking meter time was up. Our old haunts are long gone anyway.

RIP Dinkytowner. Hello, 10 more years with the love of my life who puts up with me day and night.

Not only our anniversary of being together, but it's also been 5 years since we started doing our weekly posts of a Day in the Life.

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