Meadow had spent the last week in the Fox Valley with her grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. We then met up with them at Bay Beach. My parents were in Duluth last weekend and picked her up on their way home.    First ride: Theo and I on the helicopters. Scott isn't into this place as much he used to be, but c'mon where else can you have hours of fun for only $10?  It's still great, but some of the trees had been cut down, which made me sad. Also Theo isn't into the rides as much as Meadow was. Still great overall and looking forward to when they rebuild the actual beach . Grandpa and our nephew, Harvey, were getting brave on the classic ferris wheel.

After getting to St. Paul I realized that I forgot my camera. I would've just skipped this post and enjoyed Thanksgiving, but Brooke insists on having a blog for every week. Even if she never shares any of the posts. Ha. It's all about the memories, not the followers.  That's what a journal is for...

Every year we get invited to Pippa's birthday party. This year we decided, why not? My parents had already made plans to go up to the cottage, so we had the house to ourselves. My dad had left Meadow a gift. Breakfast at grandma's includes cereal and cartoons. We thought we would bring along our bikes to bike to the party. Everything is so close together here, why did I wait to start biking when I was 20? We made a pitstop at Walgreen's to pick up a birthday card since Pippa's gift was going to be sent in the mail. Whoever thought a windmill should be built across from a Walgreens was smoking something strange. When I came out of the store I heard, "I didn't know you guys were going to be here!" As it turns out Sarah came back the same weekend. Had we known we could have carpooled. Now, somewhere near the Fox River, that would make sense for a place to put a windmill. Meadow insisted on wearing her superhero shi...