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On The Fifteenth Day Of Advent We Lounged Around in Little Chute

Not really a Christmas activity, but we got to spend time with my family who we won't get to see on Christmas. 

Meadow wore her "My Mom my Loves Me" sleeper.

Long story.

Oh I guess we got to watch Blake open his stocking. 


Momma Gail or G.G. or whatever she's called this week got to see a lot of little Meadow bear. She loves to smile at her grandparents.

We had waffles for breakfast. 

Thanks Mr. Mike.

Meadow watched us eat in her chair again. 

Blake left us to go back to Duluth. 

Meadow played with Agua all day long.


Scott and I were sick of all the random crap in my parents fridge and decided to clean it out for them.

We forgot to take an after picture.

Scott made his famous spaghetti and meatballs for dinner.

I told Brooke to play with her angel hair pasta.

Meadow chewed on toys. 

Brooke went shopping with Momma Gail. Mr. Mike and I watched a very grumpy Meadow for the remainder of the day.

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