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Hangin' with Miko

Megan and Selo had to drive to Montreal Sunday and pick up Selo's parents who were flying in from Turkey. We had the luck to babysit Miko while they were gone. Our day started with blueberry pancakes for breakfast.

Here, Miko patiently awaits the call for breakfast...



Miko checks on the pancakes' progress...

Miko does the Maple syrup hand-jive...
Miko goes for a stroll at the Experimental Farm...


Maryse gets in touch with her inner child at Red Lobster...
Miko enjoys playing with Maryse's inner child...
After lunch Miko and Maryse enjoy relaxing on the hammock......a short run... And a float in the pool...
Mamie, wake up!


Miko relaxes after a long day...
Book: Frequent Flyer by Kinky Friedman
Music: Bill Wyman's Blues Odyssey

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hiya


just registered and put on my todo list


hopefully this is just what im looking for looks like i have a lot to read.
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