House Remodeling and June's Bday

Another weekend home means I'm back to making fancy breakfasts.

I helped out by making some poached eggs.

Avocado on hasbrowns with Scott's poached eggs.

Added sprouts for the parents.

And hot sauce for papa. That's me.

After breakfast Scott and I went back to working on the house. While he is working on the upstairs bathroom I am working on skim coating the guest room ceiling.

Meanwhile Meadow did her own thing. Like coloring...

helping herself to the fridge and reading books.

She loves to just take apples out of the fridge without asking. I guess I can't get too mad.

Brooke used up the last of the ceiling paint.

After two days I patched the plaster around the toilet. Working with plaster of paris is a pain, but I'm gettting pretty good at it. Next time I might use DAP's wall patch variant of plaster.

Yay no more hole in the wall.

For lunch we had caramel corn.

Then we headed over to Emma and Tyler's for June's 3rd Birthday party. We were the first to arrive and Olive was really excited to show me her room that she now shares with June.

I forgot that Aaron and Roman were coming over. Meadow was happy, too.

Meadow showed off her acrobat tricks on the unicorn.

All the fun times.

June was super happy when singing Happy Birthday.

Birthday pie.

Yum.

Olive was feeling a bit under the weather. She wasn't as excited.

Aaron and I shared a second slice of pie. I know, we're precious.

Meadow and I shared too. We aren't as cute though.

Present time. This year we got June a gift card to REI since they plan on doing some traveling after their house is sold.

We got our first snowfall the other day and Meadow wanted to keep playing before going in.

We let her play while we made dinner. And that's all we wrote.

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