Skip to main content

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


While driving through the Linden Hills neighborhood with the trees all lit, Meadow said, "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Oh that's what the song means!"

Since it was the weekend after Thanksgiving we had to make that a reality.

We decorated our little place with the Christmas decorations that made the cut in our downsize.

You didn't think we'd get rid of our collection of nutcrackers? Did you?

My good friend and realtor Nate invited us to his companies Christmas party. Meadow was super excited.

Upon walking in they had her favorite cutouts for photo ops.

Meadow was also super pumped to pick her own cookies.

First we ate said cookies.

While waiting for our turn to see Santa Meadow wrote him a letter.

Both kids did great.

Though none of them smiled. Nate later asked me, "Is Santa smiling?" Indeed he was not.

We were number 87. I'm sure he was done with smiling by number 50.

Meadow even stayed to chat with Santa. She told him she wanted a Snow White dress and that her little brother wanted a camping chair.

Nate wanted his photographer Chuck in the group pic. So, I took the pic. That's just what I do.


Meadow continued coloring and eating her candy cane until we were kicked out.

On the way back we were driving past Bogart's Donuts. You know we stopped by. Brooke and I were good and shared one. Meadow got an epic sprinkle donut.

When we first moved into our neighborhood Bogarts was always sold out by 10. We were shocked to see they were still open at 1:30.

Back at home Meadow found my headphones and decided to recreate an iPod commercial.

I had to leave everyone to go into work for a few hours.

Looks like you had fun.

Right about the time Brooke got to work it started snowing pretty hard. The three of us gazed out our big windows and watched the mini-blizzard.

We missed mama, but we stayed cozy indoors.

For dinner I made our go to homemade mac and cheese except I split the difference between cheddar and mozzarella cheese.

Theo truly has loved everything we have given him.

This is the one meal Meadow loves, so I sure hope so.

It finished snowing outside so we went out to play. Theo wasn't so sure at first, but then he was fine in the sled.

After shoveling our walkway and getting the saucer we headed to our neighbors to get Meadow.

After Meadow played with the neighbors we walked over to Lyndale Farmstead to go sledding.

Brooke had never sledded at the "The Bowl," as locals call it.

I finally got to sled it. It's been years.

It was pretty cold and Theo looked like he was ready for bed. Shortly thereafter we took the sleds back home.

Meadow tried pulling Theo, but I ended up dragging the two little fools home in the sled.


Back at home we put Theo to bed and sipped apple cider and egg nog. Not together of course.

The next morning Meadow said, today was a really good day. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Over the River & Through the Woods to Grandmothers House We Clean

My mom had wanted us to come down to my grandparents home to clean for months. Unfortunately a busy summer had kept us away. We finally made it a week after our honeymoon ended. We slept at my parents home in Cudahy before heading down to Racine. We got home from our trip on Tuesday and left for Milwaukee on Thursday. It was almost like an extended vacation. Before leaving the cities we stopped and had dinner at Foxy Falafel. It was pretty good and I like that she uses sprouted chickpeas.  I never knew my grandparents on Poppyseed Tuska's side so Grandma and Grandpa Wojcik were a special part of my life. They both passed away last year after living nearly 90 wonderful years.  Their home was always a wonderfully warm and inviting place. The perfect place to spend your Christmas Eve in front of a fire place. Since it's going to be sold, Brooke and I took on the massive task of organizing and cleaning the home. When Scott told me his mom wanted us to c

How Can We Make Life Less Boring?

This weeks bread is Ciabatta. Scott had made this a few summers ago so we thought we'd try a variation and add caramelized onions and herbs. Nothing like cutting onions in the morning.  I'm really hoping Peter Reinhardt will find our blog and see that I'm making everything in his book and want to do a movie with me. It'll be called Brooke and Peter. I'm also gunning for a movie once Mark Bittman passes away. OK, I'm not. That' just weird. We did make oatmeal raisin pancakes from Bittman's Food Matters cookbook. Oatmeal pancakes? Yes please! These turned out much better than the oatmeal raisin waffles we had a few months back. I tackled this darn puzzle again.  Peanut (our cat if you didn't already know) loves whining. Mostly he wants to go outside or in the basement. This time I gave in and he had some kind of deja vu to his alleycat youth. Scott played on his phone while Peanut played outside. We both t

With Spring Comes Biking

Whenever daylight savings changes I flip the mattress. (I know I'm a little late) Every new season I change the duvet cover.  Scott actually helps me this time. Yup, I'm cool like that. I was a little worried we had too much dough so we got out every pan that could be used for muffins. I was wrong, we only needed two pans. By the time we actually eat "breakfast," at least that's what Brooke calls it, Peanut has already finished most of his Organmix. I know, we spoil the little runt. Speaking of Brooke's fascination with breakfast, she will not eat anything that resembles lunch for her first meal of the day. So, even on the laziest Sunday, breakfast comes before lunch. As you can see Brooklyn really loved her muffin-fast -- even if it was already 1 p.m. While I finish up some dishes Brooke cleans the kitchen. Did you know that Brooke is a cleaning expert (really, she'll clean your house or cook for you. H