Christmas Tree

Our first year of cutting down our own tree… 


Max’s notes

I can never get enough of these left on my desk. He leaves me little pictures everyday. It’s at these moments where I want to freeze time forever. I want to nuzzle my face into his neck and listen to his low giggle. I don’t want my baby to grow up. 



We have so much to be thankful for. 

The kids started the day watching the Turkey Trot 5k.  It’s kind of becoming tradition. They wave to all the runners and every year someone stops in to say hello. 

Next year we should offer hot chocolate or something.  

Master Lefse maker 
Nations represented at our table:








I feel so blessed we can have the world around our table. 


Max’s surgery

My little man needed a hernia repair yesterday. He was such a brave trooper. He seriously could not have been a better kid.  

Out numbered 

Little Miss was out numbered all afternoon and through supper.  She was a  good sport about it all and I don’t know if she even knew the girls were gone.