As is tradition here, when the kids and I have a day off together, I make pancakes for special breakfast. This past weekend was time for a special breakfast. It was a low key weekend so it was perfect.
After I made the pancakes, the boys all sat up to the island to eat.... It's actually not as calm as that last sentence might have lead you to believe. When I make pancakes, or anything for that matter, my children morph into ravinus wild, blood thirsty animals who have not eaten in weeks. It becomes a race and they snarl and grab at whatever food is placed on the table. Often what takes me 30-45 minutes to prepare has vanished within a matter of seconds. True story.
So, not wanting to be left out of the food intake Nora jumps up into her chair and, after grabbing her 2 handfuls of pancakes, just like the boys, she yells, "Sauce me mom".
So, not wanting to be left out of the food intake Nora jumps up into her chair and, after grabbing her 2 handfuls of pancakes, just like the boys, she yells, "Sauce me mom".
This little girl makes me smile.
Today:
I am grateful for weekends with my kids.
I am grateful for days at work where I feel so very very much.
I am grateful for proper fitting shoes.
J
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