Monday, December 3, 2012

Waffles!

Our Saturday morning Christmas Tree scouting ended in waffles. The vendor insisted we at least put powdered sugar on Everett's (what's wrong with plain?). He loved it so much that he even tried to give Alice a taste. Shoving hot waffle in a sleeping baby's face is probably generally frowned upon, but how can you scold such a well-intended gesture?




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The playgrounds have been a ghost town with this cold weather, so when the projected high is 50 degrees, you pack up the fam and hit the farmer's market and playground at JJ Byrne.



The other chicken always looks like it's more fun. 



Hot, fresh apple cider makes Everett practice his new favorite word : "more". I think he ended up wearing more than he drank.


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