One Last Attic Bedroom to Paint

Meadow made Theo and her Big Pancakes for breakfast. She's becoming quite the little baker and chef.

I'm not sure how little she is. I mean, yes, rather short, but she's already 9 1/2!

Mmmm...big pancake.

Meadow loves to draw. Once in a while Theo will join.

He needs somebody else to get him excited for art time.

We just had the final touches left to do on the walls in the attic. It was coming together very nicely.

Just don't mention how I had bubbling in way too many places to count on this wall and had to go back and patch like 20 spots.

We decided to go with lighter colors for the other rooms since the ceilings and walls have to be all the same color.

Makes me wish we would've went lighter in our bedroom. This looked so good.

I was working on painting this closet longer than I like. I still have to sand, patch some more and paint the other closet in our room. But for now it's out of site, out of mind.

Apparently the kiddos love black bean burgers. Make fries on the side and they'll be doubly pleased. Sometimes their fear of anything new at dinner can be frustrating (well way too often), but then they'll surprise you.

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