So I'd promised my son all day that for dinner tonight we'd have Biggest Bear pancakes in honor of his favorite book The Biggest Bear by Lynn Ward.
So I took Robyn's cue that she was ready for her evening nap (yes, she still takes 3 naps a day here and there), and got to cookin'.
I made the basic Bisquick 12 and my son was so excited.
He ate one and was determined to show me how he could eat like a bear too so asked for a second. My daughter woke up and had one, then howled for another and when Seth walked away from his plate with half a pancake still on it, Robyn jumped on it and ate the last half. Let me recap for you:
Seth= 1 1/2
Robyn= 2 1/2 (she's got to be on a *crazy* growth spurt)
Me= 1
Yeah. The baby won't let me eat more than like half a cup at a time before I feel sickeningly nauseous. I love food. I used to be able to eat a plate full. *sad*
Monday, March 12, 2007
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