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The Weekly Peanut, Issue 217

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 217

We spent a lovely 4 day weekend in St. Louis visiting friends and family. Got to the Orlando airport early enough to hit up Cask & Larder for breakfast.

D survived take off and seemed completely unbothered by her ears popping.

The flight is a little over 2 hours, and I was worried that I didn't really have anything to watch.  D handled that disappointment surprisingly well and dove into one of my grown-up coloring books I'd brought.

Grandpa Marc picked us up at the airport.

And after a quick stop at the house to drop off the luggage and meet the new puppies...

... we went straight to Lion's Choice.  This was my thing.  I need it. At least once. On every trip.

Went to Farotto's for dinner, some of the best St. Louis style pizza out there (don't be seduced by the Imo's hype, Farotto's is where it's at). Plus I got to have my toasted ravioli fix.  D ate a whole kids' pizza and half of Debbie's spaghetti.

Aren't they cute?

Had to drive through Maplewood on the way back to check out this little donut shop.

Then turned in for the night.  The next morning we had to hit up our favorite breakfast stop we discovered on our last trip, Half and Half.

D surprised no one and got Avocado Toast. Had to follow that up with our obligatory trip to the St. Louis Zoo, one of our favorite places on the planet (and rightfully named the best free attraction in the country).

Started with the reptiles.

Then the primates (that's a lemur behind her). Then D made friends with a vulture in the bird house.

Groomed some goats.

Visited the penguins (and refused to wear her jacket no matter how cold it was in there).

And made friends with a bunny before we called it a day.

Grandma and Grandpa offered to entertain D for the evening, so the hubby and I could have a date night.  They watched Moana and made mac and cheese.  Ian and I bar hopped and painted the town red... until 9:30.  I'd like to blame the time change...

Saturday we had a sort of open house for friends and family to stop by and visit.

It felt like everybody brought gifts for D and she started to think it was her birthday, especially when they brought a cake out.  Not yet, kiddo.

Sunday we had to say goodbye to St. Louis and head home. "I gonna live here when I'm thirty."

She polished off an entire pizza while we waited for our plane (minus the crust).

And informed everyone she saw at the Orlando airport that she did, indeed, live here and wasn't just here to go to Disney World.  Although...

 

 

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