It's snowing!

It's a cold (31.8 degrees), windy (30+ mph), snowy (yes) day in Owatonna. Guess what that means? We're staying inside! Tanner and I have yet to change out of our pajamers, although we have brushed our teeth. Whew. (Tanner just made fun of me for typing the word "whew". Jerk.)
Miles had no choice but to change in to real clothes today because his diaper gave way over night. That's what happens when you are almost one digit but not quite two or three digits.

We've had a very fun and busy weekend, so it's probably good that we're being bums and chillin' at home today. The adventures began Friday as we visited Grandpappy at his new hang out spot - the U of MN.

Miles got to pretend he was a post-doc research assistant by sitting at Grandpa's desk.

We learned about one of Grandpappy's projects that involves temperature control. It sounds relatively simple, but it's actually quite complex -- much more work than what a 5th grader could pull off for the North Elementary science fair. Trust me.

We also scoped out a bottle scrubber. Miles wondered why it wasn't as colorful as HIS bottle scrubber. I had to explain to him that this was a super duty heavy mother-of-a-bottle scrubber, and not one fit for baby bottles.

On Friday night we devoured plates full of Charlie's chicken casserole (too bad Charlie wasn't there). Miles was so sad about Uncle Charlie missing out on the casserole that he had a hard time falling asleep...until he found this position on Auntie Angie's lap.

Saturday morning we slept in a bit, then joined about 450 other funny looking people for the St. Peter Halloween Fun Run. It lived up to it's name - not only was it halloweeny, but it was also fun. Angie took her time running because she has a half marathon to do next weekend in NC. I ended up running with some guy with a mullet in a tae-kwon-do suit (and i liked him so much, I brought him home). Not sure who that lady is, or the little man on her head.

Here we are at the end of the run. Miles thought we smelled really bad. I realized that the strange man I picked up along the route was actually Tanner - he looks better without the mullet. And Aunchie looks pretty good in her fluffy blue skirt.

After the morning festivities came to an end, we had lunch with Grandma + Grandpa G. Unfortunately there are no photos to prove the visit, but we did eat some of this with ice cream.

As I said, we're staying inside today. Miles and Tanner put the glass in the storm door.

Then Miles went on a towel ride.

Now the little boy is sleeping, Tanner is washing his golf clubs (typical), and I'm eating brownies (typical) and dinking around on the computer (typical). Here are some picture of all the snow:

(That's the drug house across the street. A locksmith just came yesterday so one of the neighbors (we're assuming) could get in the house and shut the windows that have been open for the last 6 weeks. Good timing!)

How's THAT for a blog posting? Photos and stories galore. Tune in for more excitement later!

11 months old!

Happy 11 month birthday, Mr. Miles!
You are getting to be such a big boy. Now that you can say "baby", you don't seem like such a baby any more.


And when you pose in a way that makes you look like a first grader, you don't seem like such a baby any more.


And now that you can go down the slide all by yourself, you don't seem like such a baby any more.


Pretty soon you are going to be ONE YEAR old! Then Uncle Charlie can officially call you "lil' didget" (or lil' didge for short).

We wish you'd stop growing so fast, but mommy's super powers don't include slowing down a baby. So instead we'll bust out the party hats and get ready for a big birthday celebration in one short month!

Shopping for pumpkins

This past weekend, Miles learned what it's like to be a farmer. If he could express his thoughts in words, it would probably be something like this...

We're well past the sweet corn pickin' season, but the feed corn needs a little more time to dry out before being harvested.

The pumpkins are ripe and ready for sale.

Yes, sir, the price is right.

Better get the sign ready and put Mr. Pumpkin in his spot.

Wooo hoooo! Here come a few customers!

Looks like they enjoyed the hayride.

This lady sure is friendly.

Hop on - the tractor is leaving. Hold on tight! It's one hay of a ride (ha).(People who would rather not risk their lives on a hay covered wagon can browse a more organized pumpkin crop back at the main base.)

Me again...
We spent a good part of the weekend with Grandma and Grandpa G while Tanner golfed. That's why he's missing from the pictures...it's not that we lost him out in pumpkin land. Sunday was a great day for touring Grandma's Lil' Acre just outside of town. I would argue that her lil' acre is actually several acres, but what do I know? I'm not a farmer. I don't know how they measure acres these days.

Anyway, it was a great way to spend part of the afternoon. For those of you in the St. Peter area, I highly recommend this pumpkin shopping experience. Free hay ride. Cheap pumpkins. Photo opportunities galore. Perfect for a warm October day!