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A Father's Day Adventure

Father's and Mother's Day weren't a big deal in the Tuska household. The Romenesko's on the other hand love every holiday. So happy Father's Day to me.

Since I didn't get a gift for Mother's Day Scott doesn't get one for Father's Day.

I guess our gift is our sweet  baby girl.

This girl is getting cuter everyday.

Granola, berries and homemade yogurt. This is a perfect late spring breakfast.

Yogurt mustaches are necessary.

One of Meadow's favorite hobbies, pulling everything out of the recycling bin.

Apparently a bike trailer wasn't enough. Brooke wanted an old fashioned baby seat, so I took off her baskets.

He complained the whole time that he didn't want to spend his Father's Day working on stuff. I thought Father's Day was silly?

I'm going to miss those baskets, I think I will need a front one in the mean time. I wanted the bike seat so that I can take Meadow on bike rides alone and if you want to go to the library or something I don't want to have to worry about the bike trailer.

Meadow's got the crab crawling down.

We finally have strawberries. This season has been so late.

I had to get a new vine trellis since the one I made broke. The vines were pulling to hard on the string and caused the wood to crack in half.

Our first harvest, collards.

Little rascal wanted to get in on all of Scott's tools.

Wait isn't this Father's Day. Shouldn't they be doing something for me?

Testing out the new seat. It seems like she can move her head better. It does cause the bike to be a little more off balance than it used to.

Meadow's tiny noggin looks so funny in her helmet. Yes, it does in fact fit pretty well.

Back inside we had some kind of leftover pasta.

While Meadow took a nap I attempted to change our upstairs porch light. It turns out I'll need some masonry screws and drill bits.

Every week I like to pick a bouquet of flowers from our yard. I love peonies and am always sad that they are only around for a short period of time.

Meadow soon woke up from her nap.

A new way to take Meadow on bike rides means that we should go on a bike ride.

Scott suggested going to get ice cream. I thought we were going to go for a short ride.

I think we would've got some Izzy's Ice Cream, but their line was around the corner.

Instead we tried the new Dinkytown Greenway.

This was nice. I don't know why they didn't put this in a lot sooner.

It was the opening day of the second light rail in the Twin Cities, the Green Line. It takes you from downtown Mpls to downtown St. Paul along University Avenue.

Rides were free the whole weekend. We thought we would try it out. We used to take public transportation a lot before Meadow was born. This was her first time.

Once in downtown St. Paul I had to get a picture with my special girl.

On the light rail I said we should eat at Micky's Diner since we were going to St. Paul.

We had to sit at the counter, but Meadow was ok with that.

The cook and the waitress loved her.


The cook insisted on making Meadow a Mickey Mouse panckae.

She ate the whole thing.

I did help a little.

I love that this place has been unchanged since probably the 50's. Check out their coffee makers.

Brooke got a One Eyed Jack while I got a classic burger and mulligan stew. I love Mickey's Diner.

We also shared a raspberry malt. 

We had to get back to Minneapolis and headed back to the Green Line.

This time we left Meadow in her seat since she was getting really antsy on the way there. We took the train all the way to the Twin's stadium and biked the rest of the way home. It was almost 9:00 by the time we got home. 

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Blake Romenesko said…
We have the exact same coffee maker on my ship in Duluth.

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