May Didn't Quite Get Canceled: Part I

Theo and I go for a walks or wagon rides while Meadow finishes up her school work. This is also the last photo we have of "baby," his blue teddy bear. Missing you "baby" aka Blue Boo.

Baby went missing and we can't figure out where he is.

Meadow has been on a sewing streak again. This time she made a skirt with some leftover fabric from a dress I made her.

She wanted to add the zig zag design to it too.

Another one of those papa and Theo walks around the block. He's not fast, but he loves his balance bike.

Theo has suddenly wanted to join in our wiffle ball games.

Meadow and her outfits.

I'm more confused by the two weirdos playing horsey down our long driveway.

Our local liquor store does curb side pickup and puts your order in your trunk for you. Or in our case our bike trailer.

Of course I wear mask when I'm picking the beer up.

I caught Meadow planting flower seeds in our yard in her princess dress.

Theo gave us quite the scare. He had locked himself in our bathroom. It wasn't until this happened that we realized there's no way to unlock the door from the outside.

The lock is also similar to our front door in that it's deadbolt style.

We tried taking off the door knob with hopes of getting to the lock. Nope.

Scott tried kicking in the door but we really didn't want to do that. All the doors in our unit are original. Finding a replacement was going to be impossible.

Then we pulled the trim off and Scott sawed off the lock.

Poor guy was stuck inside for at least 45 minutes. I could tell he was trying to unlock the door and was getting frustrated.

At least the damage was minor.

But now the lock no longer works.

That's about it this week.

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