On January 26th, Genesee became a 2.5-year-old.
These days, she weighs almost 29 lbs, measures just over 3 feet tall, sports a consistently-dry pull-up, and loves a good bag of Cheetos. Or Doritos. Or Potato Chips. Really, she’s a snacker of all things snacky and she’s still got that sweet tooth for the sweets too.
The 2.5 version of Genesee continues to adore OUR dad (even though she says he’s only her dad), but she’s also a faithful lover of Arlo, Mr. Levi, Cory, Papa, Grandpa, and the fictitious Mr. Grinch.
Sometimes we call her “GG” or “Pumpkee,” and other times we call her “naughty,” like when she gives us the evil eye or tries to beat me up. But, I still love my sister… quirks, and whines, and all. Because no one can demand “2 minutes on couch” before bedtime cuter than Genesee. And when she watches Madagascar on constant loop or fights Mom to wear Paw Patrol pajamas to school every day, my heart melts a little. Besides, she’s become a much easier back-seat companion in the car and it’s hard to not admire someone who can operate the iPad with her feet.
And so, to celebrate this milestone and honor Genesee’s growing independence, we removed the safety gate from the stairway in our house; there’s no stopping her now!
One of the best moments of 2019 was the final hours before the calendar struck 2020:
Hanging with Papa and his furry ladies, blowing our noisemakers, sporting those fancy-schmancy headbands, playing a competitive game of pool against the Boss Baby, and toasting to the new year with cheap plastic wine glasses of sparkling apple-mango juice.
It was simple. It was silly. It was everything.
Sometimes you have no idea how precious moments are until they become favorite memories.
Thank goodness Genesee is still in daycare so we can continue to attend the annual family pajama holiday extravaganza at Children’s Treehouse!
I loved seeing some of my favorite former teachers, a few of my 4k best buds who now attend different schools, and most importantly, my main man, SANTA. Although Genesee was terrified of Santa, the walking reindeer, and the real-life Frosty the Snowman, and consequently spent most of the night clinging to dad and hiding between mom’s legs, she did have a few highlights of her own. Genesee was excited to find her BFF, Arlo, she enjoyed being a “soloist” during her entire Christmas concert, and of course, frosting homemade cookies was like the icing on the cake …literally, until she licked it all gone.
Luckily, we were able to convince Genesee to partake in a family picture with Santa so I could tell him how deserving I am of a pop socket and matchbox cars. Genesee was scared stiff the whole time but managed to yell “Baby doll… bye!” as we were leaving the room.
Upon entering the hallway, my eyes welled up with tears. Everyone thought it was soooo cute that I was sad to leave Santa’s side, but really, I just forgot to tell him that I wanted legos, too. Fortunately, my meltdown was averted when we found a Santa letter-writing station and mailbox right around the corner.
It’s hard not to have the Christmas spirit after a party like that. Thanks, Children’s Treehouse!
Do you know when it’s the best time to peruse the Rotary Lights Display at Riverside Park? Approximately 9:05 p.m. on a seasonably mild Saturday night when the crowds have gone to bed.
Do you know when Santa goes to bed? Yeah, neither did we, but apparently, he hits the sack at 9:00 p.m. because he can’t hang with us night owls.
Still, there’s something magical about this family tradition, so after recovering from the initial disappointment of missing Santa, I decided to enjoy all 3 million lights the only way I know how: by skipping, singing, running, dancing, jumping, and repeating. That is, after all, the proper protocol if you want to feel the magic.
Thanksgiving Thursday is nice and all, but what I love even more is Sit-at-Perkins-then-Search-for-a-tree Saturday! Because who isn’t grateful for pancakes with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles?! (Answer: My picky-eater sister, but we let her come along anyway.)
After pigging out at Perkins, we bundled up to brave the terribly sleety and windy weather conditions, which prompted a record-time selection of our 2019 Christmas tree since there were no spare minutes for debating, voting, or pretending that dad’s demands for a smaller tree were being considered.
And just like that, we welcomed a beautiful Fraser Fir into our home, decorated our hearts out, and made Christmas official!
We’re ready for you, Santa! I think we can all agree that Genesee’s consistently questionable behavior should not be held against my good-all-year-with-an-occasional-lapse-in-judgment track record. We’ll leave the Christmas tree lights on for you.
It was nice to see you at the table for the holiday! You have a wonderful way of bringing families together, like my loved ones who gathered under the same roof for a shared Thanksgiving meal, laughter exchange, Black Friday advertisement reviews, and a friendly re-match of Jenga. I’m sorry you couldn’t join in on the fun, but I do appreciate the sacrifice you made for my belly; your tenderness didn’t go unnoticed. I hope you understand I meant no disrespect when I gobbled you up; that’s how I show my love for you.
For what it’s worth, I returned to frozen pizza and ramen noodles the next day when Grandma and Grandpa were no longer hosting a fancy, delicious supper. So please don’t judge me for the teeth marks you endured while I indulged in that necessary second helping on Thanksgiving Day.
This year’s gun deer season was a huge success…. if you were hunting for peace, giggles, and quality time with my dad, like I was!
I got to hang out in the deer stand 3 days this year, and when I was left behind, I just stared out our living room windows, waiting for dad to come get me.
It isn’t easy being the hunter-gatherers for our family…. This year, we had to battle a winter storm, we learned a painful lesson about how cold weather affects one’s phone battery, and I had to resort to playing my Nintendo Switch on the small screen.
Still, I love the part where we hang out at the warm and cozy cabin… kickin’ back, playing cards, and getting ready for a long winter. That’s the stuff memories are made of!
It had been too long since we visited Papa so we packed up the car, hoped Genesee would sleep most of the way, and then headed to the east coast (of Wisconsin). And let me tell you, even though we don’t see each other often enough, Papa Florence knows the way to my heart: a good train show! We had so much fun that G and I decided to win Papa’s heart right back: by wearing our best Green Bay Packer gear on Game Day Sunday!
We love our Papa time! In fact, we had so much fun that Genesee was asking if we could make a return visit to Papa’s place as soon as we left his driveway. And again, at the stop sign. And again, on the interstate. And ALL. THE. WAY. HOME.
So, we’ll be back, Papa. And if Genesee has any say, we won’t just visit for a short weekend; we’ll probably be moving in with you. Thanks for the fun adventure!
This year’s Halloween was a little sweeter than usual since we met at Colin’s house to terrorize his neighborhood and then reconvened in his kitchen for a hot chocolate and pizza party!
While out and about, I tricked everyone into believing I was the Joker, but the joke was on me when I tumbled over my own feet as I ran from the first house to the next. Whoops! After brushing myself off and making a full recovery, I had plenty of candy and smiles to show for my adventure. (I even grabbed a few extra treats for Genesee since she was a tired, shivering party pooper.)
It was so much fun exchanging Kit Kats and kindergarten stories with my old pal, Colin. But thanks to Todd’s costume party the following Saturday, Halloween didn’t end on Halloween this year. So, mom & I baked up our famous candy corn-frosted cookies, jumped into Dad’s Batmobile, invited a couple of our Mouseketeer friends, and arrived at Todd’s haunted house of horrors fashionably late (because… Mom).
It was all fun and games until Genesee fell down the stairs. She, too, made a full recovery. Next year’s costumes will consist of helmets and bubble wrap, according to Mom.
Bumps and bruises and all, I still love me a good Halloween party and can’t wait for Todd to outdo himself next year. Right, Todd?
We couldn’t let October slip away without a return trip to Country Bumpkin Farm Market. Genesee wasn’t even alive during our last visit, so it was nice to have someone to fight with this time around.
After we tired ourselves out at the farm, we grabbed a gourmet dinner at Culver’s drive-thru and then found a picnic table at Mirror Lake State Park to wrap up our fun day.
Fall family field trips are the best!