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First Farmers Market of 2014

Meadow likes to wake up early from time to time. Those days Brooke brings her back to our bed in hopes that she'll fall back asleep.

It doesn't always work. She's too much of a bed hog.


Meadow likes helping me with laundry.

We hadn't had crepes in a while.


We mostly did peanut butter, banana and maple syrup.

Notice the band aid on my arm? You'll see one on my leg later. I went to the dermatologist this week to get a full screening of my moles. They removed two, one ended up being just a birthmark and the other was a rare tumor that turned out to be benign. I'm glad I finally had them checked and plan on getting a screening once a year.

Meadow had her first crepe.

Our neighborhood kids love Meadow, especially little Madison.

Anytime she sees us she runs over. If Meadow is napping she begs for me to wake her up or if she sees us leaving asks if Meadow can stay with her.

We decided to head to the farmers market for the first time this season. We skipped out on the CSA this year so we will be going there a lot this summer.

Meadow helmet is slightly too big for her and sitting in the bike trailer doesn't allow her to see well. We read online that this is a common problem and that you can put a towel behind their backs to push them forward a little. It seems to do the trick.

All ready for the ride to the farmer's market.

It's so nice to be able to bike to the market again. We couldn't last year since I was pregnant and Meadow was too little.

Of all the gifts we got from our baby shower I think the Ergo is the thing we use the most (plus bottles I suppose).


There were slim pickings at the market. The cold temperatures in early spring precluded most produce. One thing you can count on is rhubarb.

I'm excited to try out some more recipes from the book Rustic Fruit Desserts that Chelsea got me for my birthday.



Most folks tend to do their flower shopping this time of year.


This place seems to get more and more packed each year.

When we got back home we decided to chill in the yard.

Meadow had fallen asleep on the way home. I was going to leave her in the trailer, but she woke up when I tried taking her helmet off.


We came home with some eggs, rhubarb and asparagus.

Meadow got her diaper changed al fresco. Now that our little tree is getting bigger it provides us with a lot more shade.



She loves playing with clothespins. I'm ok with that as long as she doesn't pinch anything.

Sometimes she gets her finger and screams.

We ate spaghetti with cabbage, tomatoes and sausage from the night before. Leftovers rock.

Meadow loves pasta and meat. This dish was right up her alley.

I wish we had the tray for her bumbo or a picnic table so we could eat outside more.

Her new favorite game is climbing in and out of her chair.


Before we went on an adventure Meadow played with her Wheely Bug.

We couldn't decide what to do for the rest of the day. We kept debating between kayaking, going to Open Streets on Lyndale or to the art fair in Edina. I decided to write them all down and let Meadow pick. Kayak won.

I wanted to try some creek kayaking. Since I've already done Shingle Creek we tried Basset's.

We were set to launch near the Wirth Chalet when we noticed it was slick. I'd give Brooke to Meadow once she was in the kayak. 

I was going to sit in the kayak with Meadow while Scott would push us in. It was too much of a drop off so I put the kayak in the water and as I was about to get in a slipped on some mud and fell in the water. I tried climbing back out and kept slipping. Once I got up the kayak started floating away. 

I had to dash across the Wirth Parkway to catch the kayak. Thankfully it was easier to get in over there. 

There was a couple watching us on the bridge. The guy offered to use the other kayak to get the one that ran away, but then it seemed like Scott was able to walk in the water to get it. Then he asked if we were skilled kayakers. I wouldn't call myself skilled. He then said, "Should you be kayaking with the baby." I assured him it was fine. 

We launched from the other side of the road and went off on our journey.

Meadow hadn't really napped so she was super cranky and wouldn't sit still. The water smelled like poop and we ran into a shallow area. After all that trouble we decided to head back.

The kayaks reeked like poop and were covered in mud.

This was a short lived and smelly kayak expedition.

I decided to wash the kayaks since they smelled like a sewer.

I thought I would give our car a bath as well.


We had this horse in our playroom for as long as I can remember. Up until a few years ago I had no idea my dad had built this for me. I brought it home last year with the plans to repaint it and give it to Meadow for her birthday. There were lots of scribbles and scotch tape all over it so I had to repaint the whole thing, but decided to change it to green instead of blue. Now I wish I had repainted the horse to be a different color.

We coudln't figure what to eat since we had nothing planned. Brooke suggested asparagus and egg sammys.

I made some french fries on the side. The pretzel bread from Whole Foods worked perfectly.

Meadow played around with her whirly bug again. She likes using it as a walker.

Sometimes Meadow gets in moods where the floor is hot lava and only wants to be held. 

After Meadow went to be we watched more of Game of Thrones. We are trying to finish the latest season.

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