Rachel and her college sweetheart met in Indiana, spent early married life in Chicago, and now parent three children born in three different states, but since landing in their south Minneapolis neighborhood in 2017, decided with the access to good ski trails, running paths and beach side picnics, this might just be their forever home. Rachel is the curator of family adventures, builder of epic train tracks, lover of all of the library books, mixer of fancy cocktails, and writer in the in-between. You can read more from Rachel over on her blog blog or Instagram Squares.
Why should Holiday Light Tours get all the fun? Halloween walking and drive-by tours are making a showing this year in the Twin Cities in a BIG way. In fact,...
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved summer reading. I loved stepping into the ice-cold, air-conditioned library after a hot bike ride in the afternoon with the anticipation of...
It starts with the sound of laughter through the open window as the light stretches later in the sky. Then the smell of grills being lit in the 5:00 hour....
When we moved into our South Minneapolis home five years ago, our children, five and two at the time, only had one request–a treehouse. So imagine their disdain when they...
In 1999, I was just entering my final year of high school. Graduation was all my fellow classmates and I had on our minds. And The Sunscreen song. Baz Luhrmann...
We all know that it is important to encourage pretend play with our children. Children learn so much from these role play type activities. However, from a parent’s point of...
The temps have dropped below zero here in Minnesota. And just in case you needed any more excuses here are 10 reasons to eat more soup in January. Currently, as...
Parents can sometimes shy away from giving experience gifts because they lack the wow factor of the hottest new toy. However, with a little effort, experience gifts can get the...
In the quiet hours of a mid-October morning, I notice my children momentarily distracted by play. I slide my bare feet into the red galoshes sitting by the door and...
He was three, Elliott, my middle child, standing at the base of a trunk as wide as a hula hoop, feet on the ground, eyes gazing up, equal parts envy...