Remember when weekends were relaxed and leisurely? Sleeping in, quiet breakfasts at quaint little crepe houses or drinking tea while reading a good book?
Yeah, me neither.
This morning I decided to make some pancakes for the crew (and vegan! Who knew it was possible?). I mixed up the wet ingredients, and the dry, but before I could mix the two together, my little budding chef managed to dump 24 oz of honey into the mix in the time it took me to wash my hands.
Sigh.
I managed to salvage everything, and they were really quite delicious.
But still.
Not that I should be surprised. This IS the same toddler who enacted various torture techniques on me and the boy this morning.
It’s an adventure, this parenthood thing. An exhausting, amusing, and exceedingly blessed adventure.
With that, we’re off to start our day. Spending some time on the farm, working in the yard, and I might even get to slip away to the Fabric Fair. Happy weekend, y’all!
