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Welcome Home, Pecan the Cat

Both kids said they wanted to make their own valentines this year. Meadow and I picked up some supplies and away they went.

After Meadow successfully completed her "Don't-be-so-shy Cat Challenge" we finally adopted a new kitty, Pecan! Our first cat was named Peanut, so when our new little gal was named Pecan by the Rescue Crew, we had to keep the name.

Petting her cat in her cat pajamas of course.

Another Hello Fresh breakfast.

If you get their waffles do not touch them with bare hands after cooking. You will burn your hand on the sugar coating.  

I hadn't realized how many kids were in their classes until we started these valentines. Their poor teachers.

Isn't she beautiful? I've always wanted to own a tortoise shell cat since we had a neighborhood sweetie that would always stop by our first house over north.

Good job kiddos.

The kids were playing some game where one was a royal and needed a palm leaf to fan them.

Meanwhile, I stripped all the painted hardware and painted the trim in Theo's room.

The kids kept on going back and forth between playing the Switch and Valentine's Card crafting.

Meadow and I went over to Hunt and Gather to get decorations for Theo's upcoming birthday party. He decided he wanted a math themed birthday. I recalled Hunt and Gather having vintage flash cards. We dug and dug and didn't find too many.

This place is still fun to look through.

Meadow needs this.

Those are not numbers.

We then went over to Five Below to get flash cards and other party decor.

We found these giant playing cards there and Meadow had to get them. Trouble is finding a spot big enough to play.


We did some puzzling before watching our next Ghibli movie Only Yesterday on Max.

Still can't believe they changed the name from HBO Max.

Meadow and Theo are pretty clever with this Duplo phone holder.

Always lounging.

Later that week on Valentines Day we actually got snow.

So, I had to take pictures. This was the first decent snowfall since early January

This is what Minneapolis is supposed to look like in the winter.




Even the messy yards and 36th Avenue car sewer look great.

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