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Momma and Meadow's Little Adventure While Papa's Home Sick

Even though I made these yesterday Meadow requested chocolate pancakes. This time with blueberries.

Meanwhile I was still in bed. I'd come down with a bug.

It's been awhile since we have been home on the weekend. During breakfast I thought up something to do. The Three Rivers Park district was having a hike through the prairie to collect plants for tea. I really wanted to go, but no children under 5 allowed.

Instead I made up a grocery list.

Last week I had another biopsy on a weird mole. Turns out it isn't cancerous, but has very unusual cell growth so I will have to have surgery to remove the whole thing. I'm kind of bummed about it since it will leave a really big scar. I guess it's better than cancer.

Kids, the moral of the story is that you should use sunscreen. Always. Even after 3 pm. Brooke you can explain that one...

And no tanning beds.

I went out and did all our grocery shopping on my own while the contagious ones stayed home.

Meadow stayed home with me. We watched some mediocre preseason football. I was so beat. I guess I had gotten hand, foot and mouth from Harvey at the cottage. Chelsea thought he wasn't contagious, but I've heard that one before. Meadow got sick first and then it struck me.


I still wanted to do something so I took Meadow to Lake Harriet to ride her bike. Of course she fell asleep reading a book on the way.

Her bike riding looked promising in the beginning. 


She took breaks to collect sticks and draw in the dirt.

When she did bike she would choose the desire paths vs the paved path.

I guess we need to get her a mountain bike.

We took another break to see the fairy house.

Then we took another break at the beach.  I guess I should have brought her swimsuit.

After this Meadow gave up on her bike and decided to run and climb instead. She was way more interested in her bike last summer.

We took another break at the other beach. I forgot how large this lake was. The last hour we spent walking back to the car Meadow cried the whole time. And because I had her bike and backpack I couldn't carry her. Sorry Meadow.

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