Build a Bear and Wildcard Sunday

Morning breakfast with my new tea mug.

Your coworkers are so nice.

Meadow didn't want what we were having for breakfast. Only plain yogurt and granola for this girl.

She also got that little red enamel cup over New Years Eve, along with the rest of her cousins. It's her favorite cup at the moment and I don't blame her.

I made zucchini and bacon nests with eggs.

Meadow missed out. This was really good.

Cool mug, Brooke.

I know.

Meadow received a gift card to Build A Bear from an awesome co-worker of mine. We thought today seemed like a good day to go use it at the Mall of America. She remembered that the last time we were here was for Alexander's birthday party at the Sea Life Aquarium.

She made a beeline straight to the fish by their information desk.

Then Meadow took her good old time choosing a Build a Bear.

She couldn't decide.

Meadow finally decided on a pink bear and fairy outfit of course.

She was too shy to take a picture. Even with me.

Coco Fairy wasn't so shy.

I really didn't want to cook dinner since the Packers playoff game was on.

We also didn't have anything for lunch.

Meadow and Scott watched the Packers game.

And they won!

This is usually my time to do some sewing or craft. I need to have a new project. I worked on my chore list instead.

We ended the night by taking down the ornaments. It's always sad when its time to put away the trees.

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