Do you ever sleep under a big pile of clean clothes? I never do that.
Also, I love this book:
We read it all the time and the best part? Except for the recipe she looks up in her cookbook, there are no words. It’s one of the best wordless picture books I have ever read. It has it all: character you know (and love), clear plot, excellent pacing, and a satisfying ending. The best part is my three year old loves to “read” it to me.
So this morning when I woke up I decided to do something extra special for breakfast.
I said to my little boy: Do you want me to make the pancakes from the book?
He said: No.
I said: From Pancakes for breakfast? [because there’s a real recipe in there and whenever we read it I think I’m going to make those, I’m going to be so awesome and wake up one morning and feel like being so awesome and I’ll say, do you want me to make the pancakes from the book? And he’ll be so excited and watch me crack the eggs and we’ll talk about literacy and I’ll be so awesome].
He said: No.
I said: Yes you do. It’s going to be so fun.
So then he and his brother threw all their toys down the stairs while I made a recipe that includes sifting [which I didn’t do but still–it’s in the recipe]. The pancakes came out golden and perfect and I was so happy. The recipe in the book really works!
Come eat! Come eat! Get up husband! Come here kids! Come eat! It’s from the book! Come eat!
They sat down at their stools that are subs for tables because our table is dismantled and supposedly going to be painted by me but it’s been two weeks but I’m going to be so awesome and paint the table! Look guys! the table! It’s going to get painted!
And they ate three bites.
My son: I don’t like pancakes.
My other son: No pancakes.
My husband: Snore.
You guys! Are you so awesome! I am so awesome! I ate fourteen pancakes from this book Pancakes for Breakfast! Do you think I’m awesome! I am so awesome!
Are you coming tonight? 5:30 at Thai Ruby which is just southeast of BYU. We are going to have Masaman Curry with a side of Pad Thai. We are also going to discuss important things like why my hair is so fluffy despite it supposedly being a Hot Haircut that cost me lots of money and now I look like Barbara Bush (not that that’s bad) (that might also be why I’m not posting pictures–if I get it looking like a Hot Haircut again I MIGHT post a picture but then I’d have to find a cord and I don’t know where a cord is so I probably won’t be posting a picture). Are you coming? Come.