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Painting the Rest of the Attic and Taco Run #2

 

After months of preparing our walls in the attic, they were finally ready for paint. Scott had primed the rec room during the week.

That's funtopia or funlandia, to you bub.

This room has come a long way from when we first bought the house. It was definitely the worst looking room in the house. 

As you can see by the millions of patches. 
 

I had to help Brooke paint a few places she couldn't reach.

Painting the ceiling and walls of this room is a lot more work than it looks. 

After a few coats we were wondering if we should've used Sherwin-Williams instead of the fancy stuff from Menards (Pittsburgh Paramount).


Now we need to decide what we're doing with the floors. Paint or stain?

We're leaning stain, but we're not sure how the floors will sand.

I spy two children building a snowball fight wall. 
 
This room was looking really good after a coat of primer on the biggest wall.


Snowball fight walls complete. I think they might have wanted to give one another a little more space?

It took almost 2 full days to get this room covered with two coats of paint. And there's still lots of areas that are missed. 

I think we'd end up painting another coat on the entire ceiling and it just never looked perfect. But no one else will notice.

We do still have family fun these days.

I recently learned of a new cookie that I can't believe I never heard of before: kitchen sink cookies. Apparently its the state cookie of Arkansas. 

I thought it would be a good idea to make them before bed on a Sunday.

The kiddos apparently didn't have a hard time sleeping after a couple of cookies.

Scott needed to pick up a prescription and I suggested we all walk with him and get tacos on Lake St. 

We're slowly going to every taco joint on Lake Street starting from 35W and heading east. After going to Gorditas El Gordo on our anniversary, we went to Cafeteria Las Tapatias.

Cilantro and onions on anything else, disgusting. On tacos, "Yes, please!"

This place was a little too grungy for even me. Probably wouldn't come back here, but not bad, per se.

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