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a saturday morning

Today is still cool and rainy. Maddie and I went out for our morning walk since it wasn't raining at the time. I was actually surprised to see other kids out in their strollers. I figured they'd all be wrapped in electric blankets in front of a heater at home.

It was great weather for a walk. I wore my Kolbs Dairy hoodie and it felt so nice to need a sweatshirt. Maddie wore a hooded jacket over her onesie. She had on cute little Old Navy sweatpants and of course shoes and socks. However, it wasn't quite enough I guess because I did get a few comments. Next time I'll pull out the ol' snowsuit.

I also got some good advice on how my cell phone and wallet were going to get stolen. They were out in the open but some one would have to be pretty fast and bold to get them. However, it is common in some places to have your cell phone taken. Some how I just can't imagine the old ladies talking to me and Maddie while we waited for our breakfast to be cooked running off with my phoone. But you never know. I actually think it is pretty good advice. This foreigner is probably too trusting.

Chinese breakfast. I love it. My favorite is chao fan. It's wide noodles stir fried with egg, greens, spices, a little hot pepper, some pickled stuff and it's just so delicious. We tried a new breakfast dish this morning. Our friend told us about a lady who carries two big wooden barrels filled with warm, very soft tofu. She's normally right outside the complex gates under a tree. Maybe it was her husband out this morning. He gave us a plastic cup full of warm tofu and topped it off with a heaping spoonful of sugar. In went a wide straw and I paid 50 jao - which is so cheap that I don't even know how much it would be in cents. I stirred the sugar in, took a little taste and WOW. A wonderful taste. Maddie liked it, too. The tofu with the chao fan was a wonderful breakfast.

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