The afternoon was young, the sun was out, and my baby’s tummy was full of milk. The timing was perfect for me to venture out for a stroll through my neighbourhood. I zipped Avelyn into her snowsuit.
The grey skies leaked all morning so we thought it would be a good idea to get comfortable on the couch:
and then bake some cinnamon buns that are bigger than Avelyn’s head:
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I suppose it is inevitable that the only time my baby would sleep for longer than an 11 minute stretch would be when I am pushing her in her stroller on our 5 km jaunt.
Here be Farmer Brown:
Steve has been working his already petite butt down to a nub! Like a madman he’s been stripping the apple trees of their ruby treasures and piling together tho
I did not realize what a cloudy fog of sleep deprivation I was clawing through during Avelyn’s first few weeks.
It’s cherry season. We have about 400 pounds of cherries to sell so we made up a bunch of cardboard signs and posted them on the road, beckoning fruit lovers to come and taste.