This past weekend for me was really weird. The boy goes on a duck hunting adventure in Wisconsin every year. Normally that means he drives the kiddos up a day early, drops them at grandpa and grandma’s house, and I follow Friday night after work. Well, this year was different. He kept saying to me, “Wow momma! You get 4 days off to yourself! What are you going to do with all that quiet time?” Huh, umm, well, I have to work and then I’ll be at my parents, with the kids, and you’ll be at some cabin. I don’t get it.
Surprise! Surprise! Some how my parents were finagled into watching the critters from Wednesday to Sunday, and I got to stay home! BY MYSELF! IN COMPLETE AND UTTER SILENCE! TO DO WHATEVER I WANTED TO DO! OMG! What the heck was I going to do with myself? Well, first I made a hair appointment. Then I perused the estates sales. Have you ever been to one?
Happy Wednesday you guys! I have to tell ya, I didn’t think much could top my getaway weekend at Camp Wandawega, but let me tell you, I think I died and went to junk yard heaven when walked through the pearly gates of the Elkhorn Flea last Sunday morning. Now, I’ve been to many a flea, but I’d have to say this is one of THE best I’ve ever attended. We boogied out of camp a bit before 7AM and got on the road, stopped at an ATM and we were off! Thankfully, we got the inside scoop on a shortcut as to not sit in line on Hwy 11. That’s right, there was a line! A huge line! Like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Over 500 dealers and this was not your Kane County tube socks show. This was the real deal. Merchandise from furniture to glassware, linens to boxing gloves.
Okay you guys. One more post on Camp Wandawega and I promise, I WILL stop. For realzies this time. But I’ve been dying to tell you all about our yummy weekend getaway! I got home yesterday, immediately unpacked and got to work processing the hundreds of photos. Magical, just magical. I just can’t stop gushing about it. It was quiet, cozy, quaint, and everything we wanted it to be; absolutely spectacular!
We left Thursday morning and stopped in Richmond for a quick bite to eat. If you aren’t familiar with Richmond, IL, it’s this little town right on the border of Wisconsin with few antique shops (there were more years ago but they seem to be dwindling these days) and an Irish pub by the name of Doyles. And boy oh boy do I recommend the Mama’s Pot Roast at Doyle’s. Mashed potatoes with gravy and carrots. Yes please! Such a surprise, since normally I’m not an Irish pub kinda gal, but this place wasn’t too shabby. Don’t expect the world and you won’t be disappointed here. The boy recommends the reuben.
After lunch, I gave Bill and Joe, the property managers at camp, a quick text that we’d be arriving in 30 minutes and we were off. That is minus a small snafoo with the trunk of the SUV, and we were off. Note to self, always make sure you latch it before taking off. Whoopsies!
little maus is growing up, and fast. everyday she seems to learn something new…her vocabulary is expanding, she is walking down the stairs on her own, she is kicking a foot over the crib railing…wait, uh-oh, that mean ROOM MAKEOVER! excellent! no more nursery for this little lady, we are almost ready for a big girl bed, and that means out with the old and in with the new. finally i get to say goodbye to the crib (although secretly, that makes me a little sad).
gawd, if she was only cute right? i mean, she is hard to even look at. LOL! seriously, i’m obsessed with her