a little breakfast celebration

One of my favorite human beings of all time had a birthday this month, and I wanted to have a little birthday breakfast for her.

But our house is a little chaotic lately. On the day of the breakfast, there was tile cutting going on in our front yard, and tile laying going on in the small bathroom. So we couldn't sit in the living room or dining room or kitchen.

I'd thought we could go out on the back patio, but the next-door-neighbors unexpectedly had their house tented for termites that day, and the men were on the roof overlooking our backyard and securing the tent. Besides, it was cold and wet outside.

So I decided to set our breakfast up in Claire's room, because it was the last place in the house that was both private and not noisy. (I've spent the majority of the past few weeks in Claire's room. I'm here now typing this, as a matter of fact.)

Bob helped me get the table into the bedroom from the kitchen. It wouldn't fit through the doorway, so he took two of the legs off and put them back on once it was inside the room. He had just called our veterinarian's office to find out if we could board our cat there for a couple days since we couldn't let her outside because of the fumigation, and he was in his suit for work, getting ready to drive Claire to school for me and then take the cat to the vet. So he did the whole table thing in a couple minutes. He is an excellent multitasker. I was so thankful for his help.

I pushed her bed over and we used it as one of the seats. 

And I pulled down her blinds a bit so you couldn't see the guy next door standing on the roof of the garage, or the signs that said "Danger! Peligro! Fumigation!" 

We had fun! It didn't feel like there was a bunch of crazy activity surrounding it. It was cozy, like a tea party for little girls. :)