NOTHING SAYS THANKSGIVING LIKE GIANT BALLOONS

New York, NY
Thanksgiving, November 24, 2011

When I was a little girl, I used to love getting up on Thanksgiving morning to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. It was amazing to see all the giant balloons floating above the streets. Thanksgiving marks the day in the US when we give thanks for all the original settlers were able to accomplish, for the peace they supposedly formed with the native Indians, and the meal they shared with said Indians. The Thanksgiving parade officially marks the beginning of the holiday season, and what kid doesn’t look forward to that every year??

When I moved to New York City, I was always tempted to go to the parade, but the idea of getting up really early to cram myself in with all the other souls along the street barricades and stand for hours waiting for the parade just didn’t seem worth it to me.

Luckily for me, these days I’ve got a job with great perks! Last year my mom came in for the holiday, and my boss was able to score a spot along the parade route for the two of us from the vendors of the holiday movie Yes, Virginia. Their office building was right along the parade route and allowed us the perfect balloon viewing, as it was seven flights up. The balloons literally floated right by the windows. It was lovely because we were inside, warm, able to watch the performances being broadcasted from Herald Square, and had food, drinks, and a convenient bathroom, yet I still wished I could experience it from the ground level.

Cut to: Thanksgiving of 2011.

This year, the vendors of the newest Smurf movie offered our office tickets to sit in the grandstands at the beginning of the parade. Awesome! (The grandstands are bleacher seats along Central Park for the first few blocks of the parade.) I was able to get two tickets, which Miriam was very excited about. We still had to get up pretty early, but we were going to have seats! No need to cram ourselves in like sardines.

We soon discovered we had something else to be excited about—the New Orleans dance troupe, 610 Stompers, were going to be marching in the parade! In case I haven’t mentioned this before, Miriam was born and raised in New Orleans, so we get pretty excited whenever we see anything NOLA-related (NOLA = New Orleans, LA). The 610 Stompers are a goofball group of men who decided to challenge the fact that all dance troupes that march in the various Mardi Gras parades always seem to be pretty, young girls. These guys dress in cut-off, acid-washed jean shorts, sweatbands, red, shiny jackets, and moustaches. They are NOT the world’s greatest dancers, which is exactly what they are going for. They are pretty hilarious. We couldn’t wait to see them live.

But let’s back track a little. One of my favorite new traditions is to go up to the Natural History Museum on the Upper West Side the day before Thanksgiving, when they start blowing up the balloons. The balloons are on the streets by the museum and Central park. You can get right up close to them, and it’s really neat to watch the process. They start allowing viewers in around 3pm until late evening. I recommend going as early as possible, as it gets REALLY crowded later in the day. I wasn’t able to go this year, but here are pictures from the year before.

Kung Fu Panda

A cop directing pedestrian traffic into the viewing area

Horton the Elephant, my favorite balloon-- retired after last year.

On the subway with our tickets!

On Thanksgiving Day, we awoke at 4:30am, discovered it was going to be a pleasantly mild day, weather-wise, grabbed Spuddy Buddy, our travel-ready couch potato, and hopped on the subway to the Upper West Side.  The tickets indicated that the seating would open at 7am, so we were aiming to get there a little before that. The moment we stepped off the train a throng of people bombarded us. Early risers were already sardined on the non-bleacher side of the street. It was 6:30am and the parade wasn’t starting until 9am! These people were going to be squished together for quite some time.

We were finally able to squeeze ourselves out of the crowd and got in the grandstand ticketholder line. The grandstands opened up fifteen minutes later, and off we went! As we were being ushered down the street, we saw friends of ours already seated—they were chaperoning their son’s class, who had all gotten tickets to the parade. We kept moving and, luckily, scored front row seats! Very exciting. The one problem was that we sat right over a subway vent, so every time a train went by below us, cold air blew up through the vent, right up Miriam’s pant leg. Brrrr!

From our front row seats.

The grandstands

 We got comfortable, since we had about two hours before the parade actually started, and watched as the clowns arrived to entertain the crowds. There were 800 clowns total, so if you are the type to be freaked out by clowns, steer clear of this parade. They started handing out balloons to all the kids, much to my displeasure—I have a decades-old fear of balloons—more specifically, the popping of said balloons. It stems from my childhood and having one explode in my face as I blew it up. But Miriam and, more importantly, Spuddy Buddy, love balloons, so they had a good time. Spuddy Buddy even got to meet a clown! He was very excited.

Surrounded by balloons...

Spuddy Buddy and his new clown friend

The crowd got revved up when the marching band opening the parade started lining up right in front of us. The band members entertained us by running up and down the street, getting us to do the wave and doing call-and-response cheers.

Then the parade got moving. The balloons floating above us were larger than life! It was really cool. My one disappointment was that they retired Horton the Elephant, so he wasn’t flying this year.

The start of the parade

Sonic the Hedgehog

Miriam, Spuddy Buddy, and Spongebob Squarepants

Because the weather was decent, the celebrities were all actually riding on their floats, which was cool. When the weather is bad, the celebrities tend to wait it out closer to Herald Square and jump on before their float is televised. Some of this year’s entertainers included Avril Lavigne, Neil Diamond, Straight No Chaser, the guys of Oceanspray Cranberries, the cast of Sesame Street (we got a tad giddy over that), American Idol winner, Scotty McCreery, and Mary J. Blige.

The cast of Sesame Street

We even had a couple celebrities hang out in front of our bleacher section before heading down to do interviews—Al Roker, who conducted the interviews, was followed by two of the Grimm cast members and 30 Rock’s Jane Krakowski. That was fun.

Al Roker with the guys from Grimm

Then it was time for the 610 Stompers! We made a sign and wore our New Orleans Saints (American football team) Santa hats in order to get their attention, and it worked! They came running by, screaming the Saints’ signature cheer, “Who Dat!” and slapping us five before busting out their stellar dance moves. Here’s the video from the NBC telecast of the parade at Herald Square. 

After the 610 Stompers, we settled down to enjoy the rest of the parade, getting doused with confetti, watching the other colorful balloons floating by, and taking advantage of our awesome spot for great picture opportunities. Spuddy Buddy even got to meet the big balloon Clumsy Smurf. He was nervous but handled it like a trooper.

Mobile Azaela Trail Maids curtseying

Santa!

Santa finally came sailing by on his float, marking the end of the parade and the beginning of the holiday season. We all cheered and waved and then started making our way out of the grandstands. I was able to sneak in behind the parade and get my picture with it, which was fun. 

Then we started making our way to the train station with all the other revelers. When we saw the amount of people heading to the trains, we decided we’d wait a bit. There was no way we’d be able to squeeze ourselves onto a train with all those other people. We opted to find a place to grab a bite to eat—somewhere warm with a bathroom. The lines for the bathrooms at the various Starbucks we passed were, literally, out the front doors, so we didn’t even try there. The difficulty was finding a place actually open on Thanksgiving Day—not too easy when it’s a national holiday where most businesses are closed.

We ended up finding a cute little restaurant off Broadway called Café Luxembourg. Because it wasn’t on the main drag, it wasn’t overly crowded. The food was yummy (I had Eggs Benedict), and the place was toasty warm. We took our time eating and then made our way to the now empty subway.

Once we got home we cooked up a small Thanksgiving dinner, enjoyed the Packer/Lion football game on TV, and then prepared for the midnight madness of Black Friday shopping…We don’t need to go into that…Let’s just say we probably won’t be doing that anymore.

I really must say that seeing the parade from the ground level is much cooler than being inside a building, even with the colder temperature and the lack of bathrooms. Being on the street allowed us to be a part of the excitement. We could hear all the marching bands, see all the fun details of the floats, and could scream and cheer along with our thousands of neighbors. It was a very neat experience, and hopefully, I’ll be able to share the experience with my own kids one day.

Happy Holidays!

SNOW WHITE, EVE, AND ME

(October 1, 2011)

Concklin Orchards in Pomona, NY

I love fall.

I love the colors on the trees, the crisp chill in the air, wearing fun scarves, and the fall fruits and vegetables.

Fall marks the return of the pumpkin spice lattes, butternut squash soups, and apple pies. It also means it is time to head out to the orchards and do some apple picking. 

Miriam and I woke up nice and early so we could meet our friends, Stephanie and Josh, at their apartment on the Upper East Side. One necessary aspect to apple picking is having a car in order to drive to the orchard. Luckily, Josh’s parents lent us their car for our adventure.

Last year we ventured to Eastmont Orchards a couple hours away from New York City, where it offered a bunch of different apples ripe for the picking. It also had a big squash garden where we could pick a pumpkin or other weirdly shaped squash.

This year we were limited on time, so we headed to Concklin Orchards in Pomona, NY, about 45 minutes out of the city. The weather wasn’t the most “fruitful” for apple picking—it was chilly and sprinkling—but we put on brave faces and went for it!

At the orchard we were told there were only two types of apples available for picking: Cortland (my fave!) and Red Delicious. Sadness. We had hoped for a variety of apples. We soon discovered there was really only one available, as the Red Delicious were not quite ready—which was slightly disappointing.

We rented an apple picker, which is a long wooden handle with a metal cage on the end. The top of the cage is open and used to pull the apple off the branch and into the cage. It certainly came in handy for those apples too high for us to reach on our own.

Miriam using the apple picker

Apple picker success!

We entertained ourselves by meandering down the different lanes of trees, quickly picking our share of Cortland apples, at which point Josh decided it would be fun to chuck the rotten apples with the apple picker to see how far they would go. That was too tempting for Miriam to pass up so she gave it a try as well—it wasn’t as easy as it looked.

We then hiked it through the mud over to the Red Delicious trees, stopping briefly to glance at the section we thought might contain peach or pear trees, tempted to cross the barrier to get an up-close look…and then we continued on our muddy trek to the other apples.

Red Delicious

Red Delicious trees

We were practically alone amongst the Red Delicious, seeing just a couple other people. Steph immediately grabbed an apple off the tree and took a bite. Miriam did the same, and I stole a bite of her apple and promptly spit it out. I’m not a fan of Red Delicious to begin with, but these apples were not anywhere near being ready to eat. We ended up not picking any, and instead, Miriam and Josh decided to chuck the rotten ones over the fence to see if they could get it to the forest line. Steph gave it a shot, as well, but I just sat back and took pictures. I know my limitations…

After we got our fill of the apple picking, we weighed our bags and paid for the apples we picked (Miriam and I weighed in at around 20lbs). We then hit up the little grocery market they had. We grabbed some freshly picked pears, apple cider, maple pumpkin butter (yummy!), and fresh spices, and then walked around the picked pumpkin patch.

We found this incredibly amusing...

Once everything was paid for, we went to the nearby mall and grabbed lunch, after which we did some browsing in the stores before heading back to the city.

Over the next few weeks it was time to bake!

Here are some of my favorite recipes from this year’s baking. Click on the recipe title for the link to the recipe.

Apple & Pear Crisp

Fresh from the oven

This was a HUGE success last year; this year I tried a variation, which adds 3/4 cup dried cranberries. Both were quite tasty, but I may stick to the original just because the cranberries tend to over power the rest of the flavors. And I went a little heavy on the zest this go-around. That overpowered the apple and pear flavors, as well, so watch yourself if you make this one. Pair it with vanilla ice cream-- yum!

Apple, Pear, and Cranberry Crisp

Brown Butter Creamy Apple Pie meets a standard apple pie (find the recipe links in the paragraph)

I combined two different recipes for this pie, wanting to get a good crust but also wanting a juicy pie. Technically, the streusel is supposed to go on the top of the pie in lieu of a top crust, but I wanted to make a fun top crust while still getting the streusel flavors. I was out of shortening so I used an all-butter crust recipe I found on-line. I took the crust from this recipe and the streusel from this recipe. I keep my apple slices on the larger size-- more like wedges than thinly sliced. I find it keeps it more moist. I mixed the apples with the streusel, layering as I went, and then, in honor of my blog and my love for these animals, cut the top crust into elephants on parade, using my elephant cookie cutter. Very cute and very tasty.

Apple Pie Cookies

Stephanie found this recipe in the linked blog and shared it with me. These were too cute to pass up! They are very tedious to make, but taste great and look amazing if you take the time on them. And the blogger behind Smitten Kitchen has some great tips, too!

Apple and Cheddar Cheese Scones

These are phenomenal, a recipe again from the Smitten Kitchen blog. I find scones often too dry for my tastes, but these were just right for me, what with the moisture from the apples and the cheese. Very tasty. The perfect weekend breakfast.

Last year I also made Apple Butter in my slow cooker. Apple butter has a slightly thicker consistency than apple sauce and is great to spread on toast and waffles, to dip pretzels in—you name it. I sealed them up in jars and gave them out as gifts over the holiday and enjoyed a couple jars myself throughout the year. I really liked it but I felt the recipe I used added too much sugar. Apples are already loaded with sugar, so adding a whole lot more is really unnecessary. If I make apple butter again I may look for a recipe that doesn't use so much sugar. But, hey, don't get me wrong, it was quite tasty!

All in all, the apple picking was a success, even if the orchards weren’t exactly to our liking. We did plenty of baking and the results were delicious!

Happy baking!

RELAXING IN HODAG COUNTRY

Rhinelander, WI

(August 2011)

The picturesque view from our deck

I had roughly five full days in Wisconsin, and we all wanted to make the most of it. 

My mother, in her excitement at having all her kids home at the same time, decided to celebrate by hosting a giant family barbecue on my first day back, which meant we were put to work the minute we woke up Saturday morning.

I awoke relatively early—one of the first out of bed—and started unpacking all the gifts I had brought. Once the gifts were removed, I practically had an empty suitcase. 

My mom and I ventured into town (we live about 10 miles outside of town, surrounded by the woods) to do some last minute shopping for the cookout. We also made a stop at Kids Korner Pizza, my favorite stop for fresh cheese curds. I had to stock up now that I had an empty suitcase! I also picked up some tomato-basil cheddar cheese to try, and it ended up being one of my favorite purchases. Delicious! (I love it so much that my mother just recently sent another pound of it my way. Yay!)

Once we got back home it was time to prep for the cookout. The vegetables were cut up, the dips made, the chips brought out, the hamburger patties made, the brats were boiling, and the beverages were on ice in the coolers.

Second only to cheese curds, one of my favorite Wisconsin foods is beer-boiled brats. Trust me; they are delicious.

I remember years ago, at a friend’s cookout, she insisted I do my beer-boiled brats, but when I got there, a guy manning the grill, thinking he knew best what to do with all the meat, opened up the brats and went to put them on the grill. I immediately took them back and said I had to work my magic; he looked at me skeptically before handing back the brats. After I did my work,  he tried one, apologized to me for thinking he knew best, and said I needed to come to his next cookout. That’s right, folks. They are that good.

My dad grilling up the brats

BEER BOILED BRATS

Ingredients

Brats

1 can or bottle of beer (I like to use American beer)

One large onion

Water

Large pot

Chop up the onion into big slices. Fill a large pot with onion, water, and beer, with enough room to add the brats so they won’t overflow the pot. 

Boil the brats in this mixture for about 10-15 minutes. Cook on the grill.

After cooking the brats on the grill, you can put them back in the onion, water, beer mixture to retain heat and moisture. If you intend to do this, I recommend boiling them in water first to cook them a bit, rinse out the pot, and then boil them in the onion, water, beer mixture for 10-15 minutes. That way you aren’t putting cooked meat into a raw meat solution.

The new siding

This cookout was a good excuse for a number of things: 1. We would be able to celebrate four of the little kids’ birthdays, 2. My parents could show off their brand new kitchen and the new siding my Dad has been putting on the house, 3. It provided for a really big family reunion. For the first time in a long time, every single one of my aunts and uncles on both sides of the family would be together. I can’t even remember the last time that happened. It was really great! Some of my aunts I hadn’t seen in over ten years. Not many of my paternal-side cousins were able to come to the cookout, but 13 of the 17 cousins on my maternal-side were able to make the trek. What a turnout! 

My immediate family

The cousins on my mom's side of the family

My mom's family

My dad's family

Tons of people started showing up, and my dad started cooking. Unfortunately, it kept raining off and on throughout the day, so we were forced to pack ourselves onto the covered deck or go inside to escape the rain, repeatedly. The little kids had a blast, though. Rain won’t deter them!

We took tons of family photos, and as the sun began to set, we started up the bonfire, grabbed the S’mores ingredients, and started roasting marshmallows.

The fog rolling in

Time for S'mores!

By the time the last family member left, we were all so tuckered out that we practically fell asleep on our feet, but Josh and I stayed up a little later to continue chatting, as he would be leaving for the airport very early in the morning.

We woke up the following morning, and my brother was already gone. My dad’s mom and all his siblings stopped over for some breakfast before they hit the road back to the Sheboygan, WI, area, so my mom whipped up a sweet batch of monkeybread. If you would like a recipe, click here.

Monkeybread

My sister’s goal had been to go swimming every day they were in Wisconsin (when you live in Alaska, swimming in the freezing cold lakes is a bit out of the question), but, unfortunately, the temperature was a bit too chilly to spend it at the lake. But it wasn’t too chilly to play in the sprinkler and to try to teach my nephew how to use a squirt gun! 

After we all got cleaned up, we had Jackson’s official family birthday party, and he opened up his gifts. I’m proud to say I had the favorite gift of all. While at the Milwaukee airport I found an airplane that lit up and made noises that sounded like the plane was taking off and landing. It was his go-to toy of choice for the rest of my stay in Wisconsin. Even during nap time we could hear the plane taking off and landing on a continuous basis through the baby monitor until the little pilot finally fell asleep.

Best. Toy. Ever.

The next day the temperature warmed up a little bit, so we went over to my aunt and uncle’s cabin on a lake. I learned firsthand that my nephew is a bit of a baby about getting dunked under water, but he has no problem with pushing me under the water. In fact, he thought it was pretty funny. We wrapped up the afternoon with some pizza by the dock and headed home for a relaxing evening. 

Jackson, Daddy, and Grandpa, after a boat ride around the lake

Jackson pouring water over me before pushing me under water

Colten with his Grandpa. Similar hairstyles...

Jackson with his Grandma, looking at the fish

On Tuesday, the temperature was, again, on the chilly side, so we headed over to the Newbold playground, almost right across the highway from our house. Rhinelander is split into townships, and we happen to live in the town of Newbold. We grew up going to Newbold Elementary School, but years ago the school closed its doors due to dwindling enrollment. The playground equipment was donated to the town of Newbold, and a beautiful playground was built right next to the Newbold fire department, just down the road from the school.

My sister and brother-in-law loaded the kids into the truck, my dad hopped on his bike, and my mom and I walked over to the playground. While my parents had fun playing with Jackson on the slide and the swings, my sister, brother-in-law, and I decided to take Colten for a walk down the gorgeous road, as it’s surrounded by lush forests and rivers. By the time we got back, Jackson had just a little bit of play left in him, and then we headed home.

On our walk

Jackson, contemplating life with Daddy

Later that night, while Jackson cozied up to my mom with his cartoons, my dad, sis, bro-in-law, and I headed in to Dairy Queen so we could get Blizzards. Living in New York City, there are no Dairy Queens, and I am always craving a Blizzard, so it’s a requirement to get one when I go home. After the Blizzard, I met up with my oldest friend, Jami, and her beau for a quick drink and to catch up. I say she is my oldest friend because our parents met in Lamaze class-- we consider each other womb buddies. We had a great night playing catch up with each other’s lives.

The next day marked my last day in Wisconsin. We headed back over to the cabin for some more swimming, stopping first at Culver’s for lunch and another of my requirements: deep fried cheese curds.

After a quick swim, we headed home, and I packed up my bags and headed to the airport. 

I had five short days but got my fill of family, brats, and cheese curds, to last until my next trip home. Hopefully, it’s sooner rather than later...Just click your heels three times.

There’s no place like home.

THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME

Hodag Country, Rhinelander, WI

(August 2011)

There’s nothing quite as lovely as northern Wisconsin in late summer, other than the splendid colors of fall, and luckily for me, I was born and raised there. A week after I returned from Puerto Rico, I was boarding a plane on my way to my hometown for some family time.

Northern Wisconsin is home to fabulous glacier country, where thousands of years ago, glaciers crept through the land, creating hundreds of lakes and rolling hills, which are now surrounded by thousands of trees, giving it the nickname The Northwoods.

My family with the larger-than-life Hodag

I grew up in a small city called Rhinelander, home of the infamous Hodag, the mythical beast of northern Wisconsin, and by saying that those of us from Rhinelander are very proud of our Hodag would be an understatement. The tale states that the Hodag is approximately seven feet long and four feet high with green, scaly skin, large white horns, and white spikes traveling down its back. Its eyes glow red, and it has sharp, menacing fangs. Its favorite food is said to be the white bulldog.

The legends of the Hodag are many and date back to the late 19^th century, but two stories have stuck with me through the years. One states that it was folklore with the lumberjacks, a story they would tell around the campfire whenever a new member joined their ranks, and upon telling the story, a few men hiding in the woods would start making noises and rustling leaves in order to scare the new guys. Another states that a local lumberjack claimed to capture the Hodag in the woods, and he put it on display in a hooded cage as proof. Little more than the eyes and a silhouette could be seen, but people came from all over to see the creature, until scientists from the Smithsonian came to investigate. It was then revealed to be a hoax—the man had created a puppet that he would move intermittently in order scare the already nervous viewers.

Since that time, Rhinelander has adopted the hoax as a legend and the Hodag as a very auspicious mascot. I must admit, I am a very big fan of the Hodag and carry a lot of pride in my heart for it.

The Northwoods

My sister and her family, who currently live in Anchorage, Alaska, were coming down to Wisconsin to visit all the family in the “lower 48,” as the Alaskans call us, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to meet my newest little nephew, Colten. We were even able to convince my brother to take a break from his work in Idaho and fly in for the weekend, since very few of us had seen him in a few years. 

I took advantage of my office’s summer Friday hours and boarded a plane at LaGuardia airport in the late afternoon. Unfortunately for me, I got a middle seat between two dudes—not men; dudes—who insisted on eating up all the armrests, leaving me tucked tightly into my tiny seat, and the guy to my right had horrible gas the entire two hour flight. Let me tell you how much fun that was…*ahem*… We touched down in Milwaukee, where I had a layover, and I was finally able to breathe again.

It had been many years since I had visited the Milwaukee airport, and it had undergone quite a change! Before, I was limited to the one long hallway with a couple dozen gates, a Starbucks kiosk, a bar with a limited food menu, and a little store selling snacks and Wisconsin memorabilia. Now, they’ve expanded the terminal to a second level, brought in a new, local coffee kiosk, turned the bar into a nice, sit-down restaurant, and added a Johnny Rockets. It doesn’t sound like much, but try being isolated in a lonely, small terminal with your only real food option being unappetizing, pre-made sandwiches, and then tell me seeing a Johnny Rockets isn’t the slightest bit exciting…

I can usually tell the moment I’ve entered Wisconsin territory, as everyone and everything is decked out in Packers’ green and gold. For my foreign readers out there, the Green Bay Packers are the American football team representing the state of Wisconsin. Much like Rhinelander’s Hodag-pride, Packer-pride runs abundant throughout Wisconsin. Just sitting in the terminal, it was very evident I was back in Wisconsin, but I truly had an “I’m not in New York anymore” moment while I grabbed dinner at Johnny Rockets.

A small, rambunctious group sat at the table next to me, and I, to entertain myself, eavesdropped on their conversations, chuckling to myself over the little jokes and one-liners they would pull out for each other. When they were packing up and cleaning off their tables, I slipped into my own thoughts, making mental notes of the things I needed to do. A voice broke through my thoughts, and I heard, “Are you all right, honey?” I realized the question was directed at me, looked up, and saw the large black man from the group who had provided me much entertainment, looking at me with concern. Whenever I slip deep into thought I tend to look sad/mad/everything in between—it used to get me in trouble in college, as people who didn’t know me tended to believe I was an angry individual. I quickly assuaged his concerns by laughing and saying that I, in fact, was perfectly fine, just lost in my own to-do list. He told me he was about to sit down and talk it out with me, all the while laughing his boisterous, shoulder-shaking laugh. It brightened my day. Living in New York for over a decade, having a perfect stranger check in on you is a rarity.

The short flight to Rhinelander was uneventful, and before I knew it, I was touching down in my hometown. I grabbed my carry-on luggage from the rack beside the airplane (a small plane means no overhead storage), and, having no other luggage, proceeded to the exit, all the while looking for my family…but no one was to be found. I called my house, and my mom told me that my dad was on his way and most likely there already. I walked outside to see if he was waiting in the parking lot and ventured back inside to see if maybe I missed him in the waiting area. Confirming that I had definitely not seen him, I walked back outside to see my dad parking the car and walking towards the entrance.

I had fun ribbing him for being so late, since our house was ten minutes from the airport, and I had landed and de-boarded ten minutes prior to him driving up. He thought I had just landed since I was walking outside as he parked. I then regaled him with my outside-inside-outside story. He was amused. 

The whole family was up and awaiting my arrival in the kitchen, including my two nephews; Jackson, the two year old, was snacking on fruit, and his brother, Colten, almost four months old, was about to go to bed, but I got to squeeze him for the first time. That baby was HUGE! He was already almost 20lbs—not in an overweight way, but in a solid way. He was a strong little sucker, that’s for sure.

My brother, Josh, and I exchanged pleasantries, and by pleasantries I mean foul jokes at the other’s expense. Ah, it’s so nice to be around family. Unfortunately, his wife, Cindy, wasn’t able to make the trip, so we were both without our travel buddies. 

Finally, all home together

I checked the fridge and made sure it was fully stocked with squeaky cheese curds, a Wisconsin delicacy. My family had also saved me some fish from the Friday fish fry they had attended that night—Friday fish fries are very popular in Wisconsin. Basically, you venture out to a restaurant and eat endless amounts of fish. I also confirmed that we were well stocked on brats for our weekend cookout, because a cookout in Wisconsin would not be complete without beer-boiled brats.

While the rest of the family started getting ready for bed, Josh and I headed over to the computer so I could show him pictures of my trip to Egypt, followed by late night chatting as we tried to catch up in the limited time we had together.

Then, it was off to bed, as we had a busy day ahead of us with a giant family barbecue. Lots to be done!