Sunday Morning Breakfasts πŸŒ…πŸ΄β€οΈ

Saturday 27th –



Birthday time! Again. πŸ˜‹

Have I said that they take birthdays seriously here ?
Weather it’s a 2 year olds or a 22 year olds.

This one was a little more understandable though since it was Opa Hagenouws 80thπŸŽ‰

On our drive to the meeting place a beautiful, red, Ferrari passed us 😍


Also passed was a field full of swans, both things I’m not used to seeing back in Canada πŸ˜‹

Mike and I joined the rest of the family at a restaurant called “De Paddestoel”, Which I believe translates to ‘The Toadstool’ or ‘The Mushroom’.
Maybe mom read me to many fairy/elf books as a kid or maybe my imagination was a little over active… but the restaurant naming of Toadstool, only made me think of a fairy house that would serve fungus, berries and leaves 😜

After everyone got there, there was a traditional walk in the woods to be taken.


The wooded areas do at times remind me of Canada.
The sticks hurt the same too 😏 I was only tryyyying to encourage Mike to walk a little faster with a friendly twig flick on the leg.
He in turn found a bigger stick.
I suppose he doesn’t appreciate my form of encouragement and I have the bruise to prove it 😜

Once we made it back to the restaurant where more family members gathered, the hot chocolates and cappuccinos warmed hands and visiting began.
A buffet dinner followed.

 

 

Sunday 28th –




I believe the whole, ‘Mike making sugar bread french toast’ thing is beginning to be a bit of a Sunday morning ritual, one I’m perfectly fine with ☺️

Ever since I can remember, dad would make us all breakfast on Sunday mornings.
I think it started when he and mom had us kids and mom was busy getting herself and us ready, so dad was in charge of food.
As we got older we wouldn’t all be at the table at the same time, we came and went and the whole time he was busy in the kitchen.
Dad would call each of us to see how long until we were ready and then again when our personal orders were ready 😏
I remember telling him my breakfast request of Moms homemade bread, toasted, buttered and spread with corn syrup the night before so he wouldn’t ask me in the morning.
All because I didn’t want to think and or talk that soon after waking up πŸ˜‹
Thank you for years of breakfast daddy ❀️
And thank you mom, because I also remember never choosing toast for breakfast unless I knew there was homemade bread πŸ˜‰β€οΈ

Because of being raised with such an awesome tradition, hopes were never high for Pro and I that we would get a hubby that did the same.
It’s looking like luck was on my side and I’m pretty sure Josh try’s his best for Pro and the girls πŸ˜‹

The sun was shining its rays down on us after church, so we enjoyed its warmth on a bench outside for a little bit before heading back to the cottage.

Taco salad was our late lunch… and it was really enjoyed!

It tasted familiar and it’s not something you can really mess up or something that tastes different depending who puts it together.

Mike had containers of clothes to sort through so the living room became a mess of ‘to keep’ or ‘to get rid of’ piles along side rumpled sweaters.
His closest here is filled, plus the two containers he brought from his parents and let’s not forget to mention the drawer full of clothing at my parents house in Sask.
Thankfully he did manage to do a little downsizing 😏

We tried to watch one of the movies Nathin sent and it didn’t work in the DVD drive because of region laws but the laptop got us better results 😁
Chips, dip, popcorn and chocolate got us through the movies duration πŸ˜‹πŸΏπŸ«

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