Weekends around our house are extremely low key. Everyone sleeps in and stays in their pajamas as long as possible. Keep in mind that “sleeping in” only lasts until about 7:30. Long gone are the days of rolling over and going back to sleep until 10!
On school days, there is the hurry of getting Abigail and Hattie up, dressed, fed, combed, brushed, backpack-ed and to the bus stop well before 7am. Breakfast usually consists of cereal, scrambled eggs or oatmeal. On the weekends, our chef alter egos are allowed to come out and fix bigger breakfasts. Sometimes we have egg sandwiches or the full on grits/eggs/bacon/toast menu. Robert’s specialty is french toast – a house favorite. My specialties have become pancakes and waffles. Thanks to one of my favorite cook books, The Best Recipe, I have mastered these two breakfast treats.
When I was younger and needed more sleep (unfortunately after having 3 babies, you learn to survive with less sleep than you should be getting), I dreaded making breakfast. I would get up hungry and cranky and not wanting to cook anything. Now, I really enjoy the weekend breakfast. The girls get up and play for a little while because they know that we don’t have to go anywhere and that eventually, mom and dad will get up and feed them something yummy. It’s nice to get up, get some coffee going and just go with the flow.
This morning, I gave the girls a choice and they opted for pancakes. Not to toot my own horn but they were delicious. I could tell that the girls were happy by the lack of noise coming from the table! Nothing like satisfied tummies to make a mom feel good!
