It’s been almost a year since I’ve written. That makes me so sad. I have a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that tells me this year will have never really happened if I don’t have it recorded in history. So rather than starting fresh, I’m attempting a massive catch-up post in two parts. Here we go.
Last summer, we spent weekends at the lake dining out at the Long Bridge.
The bravest of us, pausing between bites of her burger to make the jump.
We cruised the still, morning water on the pontoon every chance we got.
Maddie liked to dress up for the occasion. (The youngest and most laid back of the family doesn’t pack a suitcase. Relies instead on whatever may turn up in the back of Dad’s closet).
We swam when the evenings were warm,
and tested the waters in grandpa’s latest project– the sparkly green boat.
A few of us watched the inaugural ride from dry land.
We lounged and hunted clams during the day and sat around the bonfire at night.
And the Fourth of July came and went too.
Back in St. Louis Park, we enjoyed our last few weeks in the little house on Colorado Avenue.
And then we said a tearful goodbye.
Goodbye to the little shed that my dad helped us build, with the pretty windows that came from the lake cabin.
Billy couldn’t take his sunglasses off on the day of the move. He didn’t want the movers to see his “allergies flaring up.”
And, with that, we turned the page and started a new chapter.
After the move, we took one last trip to the lake, for the season, to baptize little Hazey Buckets, with God Parents, Eric and Marita, and their sweet little ones.
And then we went back to school.
We spent a lot of our time last fall breaking in the new front yard.
And, enjoying the view from the inside too.
When Halloween rolled around, we celebrated with cousins.
When it comes to the dance floor, there is one Schuett cousin who feels the music a little deeper than the rest.
And of course, there was trick or treating to be done.
MVP went to little CC, who clomped along in plastic high heels and a synthetic Elsa wig all eight blocks. Didn’t complain once. Someday, she’s going to be the best college roommate of all time.
As the weather turned chilly we curled up in the new house and enjoyed time with the littlest among us. She is the happiest, most fun baby to pal around with.
And that sweet little Peanut turned 1 on November 26th. My parents were in town for Thanksgiving. It was such a happy time.
Of course, the second Thanksgiving was over I started decorating for Christmas. I can’t help it. I wish the season would last from October to April.
In December, we had a cousins’ sleepover. Made pizzas, hot chocolate and watched a movie. Jack was in heaven.
Taylor read The Grinch to the boys, and Jack tried to work off the sugar buzz from the hot chocolate.
And we went to Jack’s school for the annual Christmas concert and had fun at a holiday party.
We spent Christmas Eve with Billy’s family where I took video instead of pictures. …Video that I have yet to upload. Christmas day, we drove to the cabin to celebrate with my family.
Jack tried ice fishing with grandpa.
And, after a weekend of fun, we drove home.
That makes half of our year. I’ll be back with the rest of our winter, spring, and summer soon. It’s good to be back.