Thanksgiving Back Home in Minneapolis

Another weekend, another smiley face breakfast.

Brooke didn't want to travel to her family's Thanksgiving for just the weekend. We'd be there in a couple of weeks for a wedding and then back for Christmas.

Yeah, I wasn't in the mood to be driving back and forth every 2 weeks. I hate driving in the winter as it is. On Thanksgiving morning, Theo and I went grocery shopping for our dinner.

Thanksgiving is also not really my thing. There's a reason you only eat this meal once a year. Since it was just us, we could make whatever we wanted. That meant for dessert we could have pavlova.

And challah instead of rolls.

The kiddos played the Game of Life while we cooked. Arguably the best board game ever.

Theo was excited for not-so-traditional Thanksgiving.

We decided on ham. (I got one from work). Meadow wanted baked potatoes. So I made sweet potatoes as well. And brussels sprouts of course. Like any good millennial would.

Kitty wanted in on our dinner too.

Theo decorated the pavlova.

I doubted the pavlova, but it was really, really good.

I think I may have under whipped the whipped cream because once we added the fruit it spread like lava.

Everyones favorite, Japanese pancakes for breakfast.

The house always feels so cozy during the holidays.

Winter has arrived.

Just in time to freeze the backyard rink.

Sometimes these two aren't fighting. Drawing together in Meadow's dark room just makes you so thankful for the little family you have.

And it was finally time to fill up the rink.

With two hoses it takes us about 17-18 hours to fill up.

Thankfully our renter downstairs is a hockey player, so she isn't mad when the water becomes a trickle for a day. Can't wait to be skating with the kiddos.

Comments

Backcountry Camping with Kids in Theodore Roosevelt National Park

Day 1 Back in May I stumbled upon Theodore Roosevelt National Park. I had no idea there was a National Park in North Dakota and that it was the northern end of the Badlands. Usually our summer vacations coincide with Scott's work trips. Since he didn't have any this summer I thought we should take advantage of actually taking a vacation. What, my workcations are always classics? I suppose a second real vacation this year wouldn't hurt. We definitely have more time than normal. As long as we took Covid-19 precautions and avoided people. We finally settled on a time to go. Blake joined us so we borrowed our dad's van so we could ride together. Scott had just driven from Michigan the day before. Blake had met my parents in Wisconsin to get the van and then drove from Duluth to pick us up. I offered to drive since I literally only drive twice a month. I was still pretty tired from a long drive home. Since we were near Fergus Falls we had to stop by the abandoned state ho...

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...

Six Months, More Like Six Years

Approaching the 11th hour of this Sunday we finally rolled out of bed. Brooke and I made a night out of our six month since being married. In a way we could be celebrating six plus years together. I met the little lady above in February 2006. Now we garden together. We had a lovely night indeed: dinner at Red Stag and drinks at Aster Cafe. I went outside to show Brooke where our new boulevard tree was going to be planted. We found a love letter in our bushes. Brooke couldn't read it, so we let it dry on one of the radiators. The first page was mostly apologizing for not writing and then the second page turned sour with lots of swear words. We drove downtown to eat brunch. We parked across from this rare small pre-1950s building that has somehow survived in downtown Minneapolis's ongoing urban renewal. We decided to eat at La Belle Crepe since I picked up this for our post-wedding breakfast back on that October day. This creperie is...

Search This Blog