Mitford book fans will recognize this as Esther's famous cake.
Three layers of moist cake soaked with an orange syrup and topped with orange marmalade.
Frosted and ready to eat. (Birthday girl on the right.)
Birthdays = Gifts
Grandma lost amidst her roses.
Dad and Mom made up the roller team.
Maren and I were the primary edgers. This ladder work was left for me. Do not look down!
Looking down.
Hannah is thinking of becoming an electrician. (He-he!) We can hardly wait to get lights and outlets.
Dad drills into the ceiling for our cable lighting over the future work table area. Mom covers up wall paint that somehow jumped onto the ceiling.
Track lights for Dad's future photo gallery. I wear gloves to protect the halogen bulbs as I pop them into place.
Done! 
The banquet table.
Loving the view.
Dad sands the wooden frames around each heat vent level with our gyp-crete floor while Mom is dust control.
Dad's dust collector for his future workshop comes in mighty handy while sanding indoors.
The addition officially becomes part of the house when Dad removes what used to be our back door. 
Floor leveler applied in a few uneven spots.
Commercial vinyl plank, "Classic Oak Dark"
All took turns handling the 100 lb. roller. Notice we have lights!
These few inches can boast of taking more hours than any other part of the floor. Didn't Dad do a great job, though?
Our living room housed my proofing rack on non-bake-days.
The hutch in our dining room had to scoot over last spring to make room for one of my cooling/storage shelves.
Hannah's jubilation after we move my other cooling/storage shelf from the dining room.
We have our dining room back!
My new bakery begins to take shape.
Initiation of the bakery -- refreshing barm (sourdough starter) on a make-shift table.
Hannah and I grab a few minutes to sip a cup of tea (Taiwanese green!!!) over a Christmas book full of delightful pictures. Soon the birthday company will arrive. Yes, this is in the addition too. The table was being stored in our three season porch, while my harp had it's home in our dining room.
Company has arrived, we have eaten a good meal, and now it is time for cake. Sadly Grandma Stowman is home under the weather, but Grandpa and Grandma Ronnevik make for lively company.
Scrumptious chocolate angel food cake with colorful sprinkles. Tradition... 
A relaxing evening in the addition. Special memories.
My trusty ovens on their way to their new home.
Tables and mixer find their place as well. 
Dad and his friend, Bill, muscle in the last of my equipment as well as a few pieces of furniture. Our house is no longer bursting at the seams. Joy, joy, joy!
