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not your typical guys weekend | minneapolis, MN newborn photographer

This past weekend my husband Korey went up north for a ‘guys weekend’.  I assumed ‘guys’ weekend would be similar to my ‘girls weekend’.  Our girls weekends consist of beer, cards, food and visits to the bar.  As we’ve grown older, the food to beer ratio has tipped in favor of good food…we still try and party like it’s 1999, but our bedtime has gotten a little earlier as the years get on.  Sometimes I think my girlfriends are so manly it’s un-natural.  I once tried to be sneaky and take the gals to a craft fair.  It didn’t go over so well…three of them refused to get out of my van.  I mean, who doesn’t like a good craft fair?  They have fresh kettle corn for goodness sake.

Here are a few highlights of my husband’s notsomanly adventure with his 3 buddies.

* Winery Tour…No joke, they did this.

*Walk through the woods.  (this did not involve a rifle and a deer stand, it was simply a stroll).

*Shopping in Walker.

*A visit to the headwaters of the Mississippi….and a scenic driving tour along the border of Canada.

*Appetizers at the nice restaurant in town.

*Chippendales Show.  The guys went to the casino and surprise, surprise, the chippendales were in town!  They claim they didn’t know anything about it…I’m not so sure.

*Coffee in bed.  This one is my favorite…I said, “Kor, why don’t you ever bring ME coffee in bed?”  He said he would but I would probably bite his head off for waking me up.  True.  true.

All in all, it sounds like they had a real cozy weekend.  I get to have a mini-girls weekend with my sister-in-laws this weekend.  The theme will be TWILIGHT.  I’m excited!

Another sweet little newborn on the blog today!  This chick was a fighter!!  She was not a fan of sleeping and fought to keep her peepers open the entire afternoon!  So the sweet, sleeping pictures that we did get I consider a total victory!!

princess!!

This is the view I saw the most…This face speaks to me…it says, ‘don’t mess with me’.

I love the feel of this last one, so pretty!

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