Pancakes and Flash Photography

Today's weather promised to be in the 70's. Sounds good to me.

I of course would be too busy to partake in any fun.

For breakfast we had pancakes and smoothies.

Scott finished work in the basement while Meadow and I had mama-baby time.

It took way longer than I thought to get all this done. Finally pretty much finished.

We enjoyed the weather by going for a bike ride. Meadow sure got heavier since last year. Going up hills was much more difficult with her on back so we stuck to the Victory Memorial Parkway.

Brooke whipped together some summer rolls from leftovers.

Mr. Joel, a friend of mine from the neighborhood board, came over and we pulled off some bulging tile. The plan was just to repair this section, but then we changed our minds. All this plastic tile would have to go.

Scott ripped off the old wallpaper and found ghosts of bathrooms past. It looks like our bathroom originally had the fake or maybe real subway tile that went up past the vanity mirror.

While Scott and Joel worked on the bathroom I cleaned all the dust in the basement. Now it doesn't feel so scary to go down there anymore. Yes I am still afraid of dark basements.

It could still use a coat of paint on the dry wall, but everything else looks great.

My belated birthday cake was a Double Chocolate Bundt with Peanut Butter Filling. Meadow enjoyed the cake after her nap.

She slept through the warmest part of the day. We tried to catch the end of it while Scott made dinner.

The only thing I could come up with was mixed green ravioli. Why the flash Brooke?

My friend Brian decided to join us for dinner.

I showed off my flash photography skills.

In both of these photos clearly.

Scott always complains my photos are blurry. I fixed that problem.

Meadow was just happy to have Brian over. We all scarfed down the ravioli and talked about the future.

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