Basking In Her Glory

Psychedelic Pancakes

Breakfast Refuse

Eat!

Feel Toasty

Morning Warms

Mr. Syrup Beard

Breakfast Creation

Yuula made it

Would you eat it?

Who Wants A Circle?

On New Years I woke up with motivation and hope and a hankering for some personalized pancakes for our guests.

The man himself

The boy has just begun the saxophone, so I make the boy a saxophone.

How ladylike of Erin to request a heart.

Yuula kept with her staples; star and unicorn. What? That's a unicorn.

This was Dylan's who chose not to pose with his pancake. Probably a smart idea.

Garlic Finally

So not so much a flood gate as a slow drip, but where else to start remedying my procrastination than with a story about procrastination itself...

Garlic.

We woke up early on Sunday. We had full intention to work. I know. Sunday. Work. Makes no sense. But we have work to do. This will explained another day. But for now, we woke up and said NO. We. Will not. Work. On this day. And this is the time of year that we breeze thru for some reason that we breeze thru and then regret all that it has to offer. The transition from summer to fall has much to offer in the ways of festivals and gatherings that we find lovely and somehow always miss. Not this year. It's Sunday. And there's garlic. 

But first; breakfast. 

At which we had some celebrating to do. You see, Laura was celebrating her first day of maternity leave part deux. She is off for six weeks. These six weeks are going to be interesting. We are celebrating now, in case we don't have something to celebrate about later. So, cheers.

It wasn't long after we arrived at the garlic festival that Yuula was crowned Garlic Pope. She made her own crown. It took 47 minutes.

We found the garlic flock. I asked if they made garlic-scented sweaters out of them. The query was not met with a pleasant response. 

Yuula got a unicorn tattoo. I can only imagine that it won't be long til this is done in permanent ink. And then it's not my problem. 

 Aesop was there, too. He didn't get a tattoo but, he still managed to have a good time. 

 Maybe because I was throwing his little ass in the air.

What do you think Laura chose?

Potato Sword!

No good way to eat this thing.

The picture doesn't do it justice, but this child was a dirty monkey.

West Side Story For Breakfast

She watched the whole film and now requests for the "I Feel Pretty" movie

All Before Dance Class

breakfast on the new un-named patio, even if it was a little warm

she just does these things

 hit up a yardsale and got a slide, a chair, six pieces of Hull, an Ella Fitzgerald Christmas record, three antique tins, a roll of screening, and a giant ladle. I mean a giant frigin ladle.

Boys And Girls At Easter

Time to explore the different Easter activities of boys and girls

Boys cuddle babies

Girls peel eggs

Boys eat eggs

Girls do nails

Boys build rabbit huts

Girls ride bikes

Boys pet dogs

But girls and boys both play cupcake games

Blue Stripes And Sweetbreads

 It was a glorious Easter from the get-go

He didn't even know what the hell was going on, but he was enjoying himself

We pounded almost tow whole loaves of sweetbreads

And then we put on our blue and white stripes

It just worked out that way

Turkish Sounds A Lot Like Baby Talk

he like Fatih babble

Let's Get Gross

We're yet to figure out how to appropriately celebrate our anniversary. Copper was the theme, copper and wool but Laura is allergic to wool, so we got this rain catcher chime thing we wanted to hang outside and is made of copper. And then we took the boys to some country diner and ate a whole lotta breakfast stuffs.

And then we all went to work...

Love you :)

Dancers Eating Pancakes

Dance class was canceled on Saturday, but that won't stop these girls...

and by 'these girls' I mean their mothers.

Marshmallow Bias

We've all done this. c'mon now...

Ham In The Pan

Out with the girls this morning, plus two. Dunja & Isabella met us at hickory Valley for some pre-dance chow. They serve up breakfast in frying pans!

And the most amazing french toast and blueberry pancakes we've had in some time.

My Guts Go Nuts On Cronuts

A few weeks ago we won the lottery. That is to say that after three weeks of trying we finally got thru to the Dominique Ansel bakery and got us some cronuts. I've never had to schedule a baked good before, nonetheless drive two hours to actually get it.

It was totally worth it

This is the line I didn't have to wait in

There they, are in all their coconut-y glory

I had to stop Laura from licking the box

I ate two right off

I led a little treasure hunt thru the city, of which the reward was the prize, but when I ran into Greg I just gave it to him

After a little thunderstorm came out of nowhere, basically cancelling our day in the city, we headed over to IKEA and got some ideas for all this home remodeling. Yuula ride me the whole time so, that was fun.

I have just the place for this

On the ride home I ate the final cronut, since they only have an 8 hour shelflife, and shed a single tear as the final flaky morsel dissolved in my mouth, knowing full well I will probably ne'ev gain dine on such a delectable confection. That is until I start making calls this Monday. September's flavor is figgy marscapone!