Spring Means Gardening, Grill Outs and Bike Rides

I spent my Saturday morning at Wirth Chalet for the Assemble 26th Avenue public artists workshop.

Meanwhile Meadow and I fed Honey while Tyler and Emma are out of town.

When I walked in their kitchen the toaster oven turned itself on and the timer went off. It freaked me out a little so I unplugged it.

I'm loving Emma's twig fence.

We headed over to their house before eating breakfast. Back at home Meadow sliced some fruit for our breakfast.

Giant yogurt bowls.

After that I spent all morning baking a Lemon Rhubarb Bundt cake and a loaf of bread.

On Friday we made gyro nachos. These were even better as leftovers.

Meadow's going to hate having all of these pics of her eating when she's older. At least she's super cute.

"Take a picture of me doing ballet."

She loves ballet and no longer requires the classical radio station to do some killer moves.

We are either too busy on nice days, or it rains, to garden. We have a lot of yard work to catch up on. My herb garden keeps getting taken over by oregano. This year I decided to dig it up and use it as a decorative bush in the backyard.

I figured I should mow the lawn.

Tyler, Emma and gang are gone for the weekend so they asked us to feed/let out their dog, Honey, a couple of times a day. We head back over for our evening feed.

Meadow is afraid of Honey so we always play inside.

I keep fixing Meadow's seat and she still ends up tipped back.

I think I finally figured this out for Brooke the next day.

We got invited to a little party at Anna and Aaron's place.

We brought some beer and rhubarb bundt cake.

We were supposed to bring the cake last week, but ran out of time. Meadow was disappointed so I made sure to make this time.

70 degrees on spring night is the best.

As always we overstayed our welcome and were the last to leave.

Eh, we just happen to have to a kid the same age and nowhere else to go on a Saturday night.

Haha that's the truth.

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