Easter. How is it already Easter? I seriously feel like I was just extremely pregnant and exhausted finishing up our 25 days of Christmas. Now the December snow has long since melted and the trees are budding new life. Easter.
St. Patrick’s day is probably one of our family’s favorite holidays around here. After all, it’s a day full of hijinks, pub style food, and gold- what’s not to love?!
In our house, we love to really celebrate the holidays and create special memories for the kids beyond Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years. Continue reading
This year we aren’t waiting until our 25 Days of Christmas to get our tree! Because of time constraints and upcoming prenatal appointments, we are pushing our tradition of getting a tree up a week.
Really, we’ve been breaking tradition already this holiday season. The kids already picked out their annual Christmas ornament.
This Thanksgiving brought a pretty special treat: Brad didn’t have to work! For the first time in years, he was able to spend the entire day with us. Continue reading
My grandmother was a short little Italian woman, who lived through the Great Depression, and was a devout Roman Catholic. She was very poor for the good portion of her life, but she showed her love through food. One thing she would often say (after “mangia, mangia!”; Italian for “eat, eat!”) was that wasting was sinning. I often hear her words when it comes to various things, and pumpkin carving is no different!
We love all holidays in our household, but Halloween holds a special place. October is the month Brad and I started dating, the month we had our first child, and is also pregnancy & infant loss awareness month. All of this culminating in Halloween. Continue reading
We recently made our annual pumpkin patch trip. In Kansas City, we had a favorite pumpkin patch that was open seven days a week. Now, in our new location, pumpkin patches are only open on weekends since the patches are real working farms. Don’t let the small town farm fool you though, it had plenty to offer and Marshall was completely enthralled with it.
Every summer we go on an annual camping trip. Yes, even last year we went camping when I was 35 weeks pregnant and on modified bed rest. I was miserable and Brad felt awful so we said no more pregnant camping. Fast forward one summer and here I am. Pregnant. Ha! Continue reading
In Minnesota, summer isn’t summer without a trip north to Duluth’s gorgeous shores. We made our trip to Duluth during one of the most whimsical weekends: the Tall Ships festival.