This weekend we took you to Stillwater, Minnesota. It was only 40 minutes from our house but felt like a world away. Our intention was to spend the night, get up the next day to see the frozen St. Croix River and do a little window shopping on it’s charming streets.

We stayed in a great hotel called the Water Street Inn with a large bed, a fireplace, a setee which looked like it came from the 1930s and three large, tall picture windows. The TV was in a cabinet that we barely even opened. And momma and daddy’s bed was a large, carved relic from an earlier age (or perhaps, made to look like one).

But it was too cold, so it became a little jaunt to a tiny local brewer, a mexican meal at Nacho Mama’s (which, as it turned out, was far too spicy for daddy’s palette), some Saturday shopping and staying near our hotel.

The Inn was very charming though. There was a pub downstairs, a formal receiving room and a great set of dining rooms. And there was a tub in our room! Mamma wanted to get into the whirlpool jaccuzi, but the jets were far too loud to allow you to sleep. We still managed to have fun. You got to see an Irish band play a couple of songs (you watched from the door), ate at the restaurant twice and absolutely shocked your mother by saying “hi, da da!” very plainly when I joined you at the table.

You did wake up fussing in the middle of the night, which turned into screaming; we weren’t sure if it was your teething or if you were just scared at being in a different place. But after about a half hour, daddy rocked, sung and snuggled you back to sleep (and pulled his back in the process). On the way home, daddy stopped to shoot some pictures while mommy guarded you in the car and you slept all the way back. It was a fun weekend, even though it didn’t exactly turn out as we’d planned.





