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Now that Meadow doesn't get up quite as often at night I'm not starving when I wake up. I'm okay with making breakfast for the sleepy bears. 

 Scott was still trying to sneak in a few more minutes of sleep and Meadow was ready to get out of bed.

 The cutest alarm clock that money can't buy.

 I made apple smiley and heart shaped pancakes with strawberries. 

 Meadow joined us for breakfast.

She's sitting in her Bumbo. So, no. She isn't some kind of super baby.

 Meadow wanted to watch Scott doing some work. 

I had to finish up painting the balcony before Minnesota was in permafrost mode. I'd been painting storm windows all week, so this was the logical next step.

 Then she watched me fold laundry. She's obsessed with rolling over. As soon as I put her down she immediately rolls over. 

 Now that Meadow has a bed in her room she takes naps in there and ends up sleeping longer and falls asleep easier (awesome). I get more me time while she sleeps, so I scrubbed my feet with sugar scrub. 

I went over to I-394 to shoot a development for a client. On the way back I checkd out outdoor lights. I'd like to get a pair that match for the balcony and the back door.

I also picked up few other necessities like candy corn.

 Scott came home to Meadow and I doing aerobics. 

 Since Meadow was a week old I've been reading to her. At first we could barely make it through one book before she got bored/wanted to eat. Now she makes it through one or two. 

Oh, yeah, I got a new camera on the way home from Mankato, a Nikon D800. We still have the D300 and D5000, but Brooke isn't used to using this camera. When using DX lenses you have to look at a rectangle within the viewfinder when in DX mode. She didn't realize and took this arty pic.

 We bugged Scott again when he got back.

 Scott complained that he didn't want to make dinner. I said I would if he watched baby. I had been playing with her all day and wanted to do something else. 

 Hot and Crunchy Chicken Cones.

I heard something outside. It was the neighbor kids collecting lady bugs (well more likely they were Asian Beetles, but the kids call them lady bugs). 

By the time we ate it was already dark out.

 Scott's annual dishes photo.

 After he cleaned the kitchen he decided to make a mess again and make brownie ice cream. 

I started with the brownies. I got the recipe from the How to Cook Everything app.

 It was my mom's birthday, so Meadow and I Skyped with her.

Mr. Mike even Skyped for a little while.

I spent the next couple hours making the chocolate ice cream, freezing the brownies and then combining the two. I couldn't wait to try some the next morning.

Comments

Amanda said…
So cute seeing Meadow at the table next to Scott. She’s so tiny. I loved the smiley pancakes.

Aerobics – ha, ha.

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