It’s been a month of things and transitions.
We survived baby’s first respiratory thing. “First baby, first cough!” I kept saying each time I called the nurse line.
Thanksgiving. First snow. Christmas shopping.
I start a new job this week. I’ve been composing a Taylor Swift breakup album, but for your previous employer album in my head for the past two weeks.
A little nerve-wracking, but also exciting and hopeful. I’m ready!
Every Friday night we order delivery.
I used to wonder why so many parents brought their babies to breweries.
Now I get it.
Everyone knew this was maybe, possibly, the last nice weekend of the year. We have a knack for that in Minnesota.
Last weekend I visited the new food hall Malcolm Yards. When we arrived upon opening, it was fairly busy but bearable enough to grab lunch with the baby and sit on the patio. The parking lot is a big, gravel lot. Kind of an obstacle course if it rained recently and you’re pushing a stroller. But still, not far from our neighborhood and easy for city parking.
OOoo, “World’s best Mac & Cheese!” I thought as I noticed it in the frozen food aisle. But at $11.99 I was totally not buying this.
After Jake went to the grocery store one day, I found this in our freezer. He makes the best impulse buys.
On that particular day, he found it on sale at Whole Foods for $6!
Certainly worth a taste test to see if it really is the world’s BEST mac and cheese.
I’ve been lying about my age for years.
Why? Because it’s funny and I like it. Also, I’m Asian, so I can get away with it.
I always request my birthday off from work. The tradition started at my first job where no one came in on their birthday. This year I enjoyed a relaxing morning with baby, got a massage, and leisurely wandered through a Target ( a luxury, now!).
This summer my employer gradually return to work full-time. When my start time was later, I often looked for breakfast on the way home from daycare.
There aren’t many places along the way, so sometimes it was a gas station breakfast sandwich and floppy hashbrown patty (Holiday’s was pretty good!).
Other times it was Hardee’s on Hamline. They open at 6 a.m. and their food is better than most gas stations.
The parking lot is just so optimistically . . .big. Huge, really. Sometimes they have coffee, sometimes they don’t. I never seem to have a coupon at the right time.