Brinner is a Winner

If it were up to the little people in my house, we would have brinner every day. Well, maybe every other day. For some reason, breakfast tastes better for dinner. Yesterday, Avery asked for brinner. I like to make it once a week because then I can make enough pancakes, waffles, or french toast to last the entire week. Then, we can just microwave a cake for the girls in the morning when we are all sleepy and such. 

Doesn't their mother comb their hair?!?! Well, Avery's tail came out during her nap. It is what it is. Kendall woke up from her afternoon nap just as we were starting to cook. She must have rolled around a lot. There is no saving her hair. It is thin. It gets frizzy really easy. I swear, I do comb it every day. Sometimes more than once a day. You should see it after she wears a winter hat. And see, I told you I put socks on her. I am even such a nice Mommy that I put a sweater over her summer dress. She paves her own way when it comes to fashion.

I think Koda must have done something to make Kendall angry and she is waving her wooden spoon at him, yelling, "YOYA!" It obviously didn't affect Avery. She's still mixing her imaginary dough in her bowl.

Did she just stick her finger in an outlet? Geez, girlfriend. Tame that mane.

Stir, mix, whisk.

Avery requested a bumble bee. Not too shabby.

And no body parts were lost in the flipping of Mr. Bee. I'm getting better at this pancake drawing.

Kendall does not like to take bites. It takes too much time. She just likes to throw a bite of food in her mouth without having to work for it. So I decided to make itty bitty pancakes that were little person bite sized.  They were a little tricky to flip. Avery kept calling them little rascals. She said we should call these teeny tiny pancakes Rascal Cakes. Then, when Avery and Kendall want more of these wee cakes, she can just say, "Hey Mom. Can you make Rascal Cakes?" She's a smarty pants.

We were mobile eaters last night. Kendall is showing approval with a mouthful of Rascal Cakes.

Hey there! Mr. Bee was tasty.

Eric requested French toast. Avery also wanted a piece. She does not, never ever, like crust. So why not cut the French toast with a cookie cutter to rid it of it's disgusting crust?

Ta daaaaa! So cute. And for my little visual eater, this looks so much better.

"Hey there, ma. Need this?"

Cooking is hard work. Didn't you just wake up from a nap? A closeup of the hair accentuates it's craziness.

Dance dance baby! She can't control when the groove takes her over.

It is amazing how cooking dinner is a kabillion times easier when the audience is an active participant in the cooking process. Well, at their ages I guess they aren't too active. Kendall was thrilled to get just a pinch of flour in her tiny bowl and a giant spoon to mix with. Avery waited patiently to taste test everything and to mix the eggs for me.

I would also like to give much love to the overworked and underpaid Gary Griddle. He was responsible for making everything last night: pancakes, turkey sausage, bacon, French toast and scrambled eggs. Amazing. One dish cooking at it's finest. Gary Griddle, we appreciate you so very much and your amazing ability cook all forms of breakfast food perfectly. Without you, I would still be burning bacon and unable to make the perfect pancake.