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Meadows First Farmers' Market and a Boring Sunday

I'm starting to be able to move around more so I take any chance at getting out of the house that I can. I suggested we head to the farmers market,

Scott wanted to carry her this time.

My first time wearing the Ergobaby. It's pretty great.

The long, snowy spring and little Meadow on booard kept us away from the market. It was so nice to make it back. 

Meadow is going through a growth spurt, which means she wants to eat constantly and sleep less. That means I sleep less. 

Scott has to try to entertain her so I can take a break to eat.

She typically tries to nibble me to death.

She doesn't like when I'm gone too long. 

What a face.

I usually pass the time on my iPad while she eats. I'm a little jealous of seeing photos on Facebook of people out enjoying their summer. I want to go to the beach and on boat rides. Instead I'm stuck inside all day feeding Miss Eats-A-lot.

It doesn't really meld with our love for the outdoors, but come next year we'll have so much fun with little Meadow.

She finally took a nap and I was able to eat my piddly amount of soup.

Sorry Brooke. I only got marginally more and I'm more than marginally larger than you.

I've been meaning to repaint our upstairs patio since the tornado. It was peeling badly. I finally used the power sander I got form the in-laws for Christmas. 

If only this nap lasted longer than 45 minutes. 

This took way longer than planned.

Whenever she is awake and not eating I try to engage her in activities that gets her brain working. Such as seeing movement in her reflection. After awhile she gets confused and tries to eat the mirror. 

I moved on to the trim work around the door frame.

She ate for 4 hours straight with small breaks in between. 

Last summer I discovered my favorite late spring/early summer meal, green gumbo. You combine up to seven different greens, zucchini, onion,  potatoes and green peppers. It's a great vegetarian variant of classic gumbos. If you want the recipe you'll need to pick up Mark Bittman's Food Matters.

Make sure to prep some rice (preferably brown in this case) to serve with the gumbo.

Scott gave me a break only to deal with her fussiness.

I wish I could feed her.

Since she didn't sleep much the whole day she was overtired and not happy. It took us awhile to get her to calm down and stay asleep. Normally she doesn't care for swaddling, but this time it worked.

We ate some homemade chocolate peanut butter cup ice cream to calm the nerves before bed.

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