I don’t know why, but Minnesota in late October is my favorite time of the year. Can a place be a favorite time? Hmmm.
It’s so perfectly melancholic. I love the way that the wind smells like the snow that will come, and the under notes of smoke from farmers burning their brush piles that has somehow blown its way to wherever I am. The stark naked trees patiently await their snowy adornment. It’s perfect. Miserably, depressingly perfect. Minnesota in late October is my spirit. It’s grouchy and negative and hopeful all wrapped into one. Summer is great. Spring is great. But give me Minnesota in the fall and my soul songs.
That being said, Justin is sure to be sitting at home fretting about the horrible moping I’ll be doing for the next couple of weeks when I return back to Iowa. He always has to hear about my love of St. Paul and how we must move there and buy a little creaky house and shuffle through leaf flooded sidewalks. I’ll get over it. But it’ll take a while.
For the record, Ollie is enjoying himself too.
Here is the second batch of pictures from Justin’s grandparent’s farm last weekend. It was such a perfect day.
When Ollie is under the impression that Justin is driving too wild he hangs on with both hands to his car seat.
Perhaps it’s coincidence, perhaps there are no coincidences, or it could be due to the fact that the Earth passed through a heliospheric current sheet yesterday (whatever that means), but it seemed like everyone just had a bang up day. Bang up meaning not the best. But also not the worst.
Example not the best: The brakes died on Justin’s (my) car and he had to take the jeep to work leaving Ollie and I to fend for ourselves on grocery day.
Example not the worst: The brakes died in the driveway. They could have died anywhere in this hilly town but they chose the driveway. I have a feeling that had nothing to do with the heliospheric current sheet and everything to do with God intervening. Shout out to Jesus. Thanks!
Also not the best is Ollie’s new habit of waking up at 6 am. It’s too early. Ugh.
All geared up to walk. What better to do when you’re stranded without a car? Ollie says thanks to Grandpa Gross for his jacket. He likes it a lot but not the hood…
Possibly my new favorite picture of us.
Cool kid in his beanie.
Being a clown. This picture was taken 45 seconds before he grabbed a handful of his own poo. Then things snowballed and he just had to take a bath.
Ollie the Orator giving an impressive speech to himself in the mirror after his bath.
Rocking a mohawk.
He didn’t feel like taking an afternoon nap, so he had to come sit by me on the couch for a while. He was delighted with himself for sitting there like a big kid despite the fact that he was wearing his nap sack with duckies and stars on it.
We never actually saw the pumpkin patch at the pumpkin patch. Clearly we were doing something wrong. Apparently we should have taken the tractor ride? Maybe that would have brought us to the old patch of pumpkins. Instead we did the corn maze wherein Justin tested my sense of direction. Newsflash: I don’t have one. Even using the “map” they gave us. We went in to find station 1 and ended up at station 6 (that was Justin’s doing) then he said “now you lead us out of here.” So I did. We made it! A word of advice though, never go in a corn maze when you have to pee. It makes everything more stressful.
Ollie was dubious of the whole situation. The corn. The pumpkins. Even the weird guy that I accidentally said hello to. Please note that I don’t call strangers “buddy”, nor do I call my guy friends “buddy” so please go ahead and assume if I say “what’s up buddy?” I’m talking to my child. There’s really no need to say hello to me like you know me weird beard corn maze guy.
Judging the indian corn.
Tapping the pumpkin. You can’t trust something until you’ve tapped it for a couple minutes.
In this picture I imagine he says “so I guess these are my pumpkins… now what?”
He listens very well when he’s read to. So does Lady. Stupid dog.
Church outfit. So cute!
Exersaucing like a boss.
Here you go, Mom. These are delightful. Ollie likes them. Lady likes it when Ollie shares them with her. They’re grain free, gluten free, dairy free, refined sugar free, and nut free.
It’s important to note that Justin is pretty apathetic towards anything pumpkin spice that isn’t slathered in cream cheese frosting. He doesn’t have bad taste, generally, but come on. Pumpkin spice season is basically the best time of the year. That is until mint + chocolate season starts. I think that pumpkin spice pancakes can stand without any frosting, though if you feel like adding some I won’t stop you!
1/4 cup coconut flour
3/4 cup tapioca or arrowroot flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/8 tsp nutmeg
1 pinch allspice
1 pinch cloves
1/2 tsp Molasses
1 Tbl melted butter or coconut oil
1 Tbl Maple Syrup or sweetener of choice
1/4 cup pumpkin puree (more if you like)
coconut or other milk added until pancakes are runny enough. (Runny?) I’d guess about a 1/2 cup
Mix up and cook as per usual in your favorite pancakey way.