saturday morning breakfast

I love Saturday mornings.

The whole weekend is spread out in front of you.

The possibilites are endless.

For us, Saturday mornings usually start with a little body climbing up in bed with us.

And sticking her little corpse feet right on my stomach.

Brr.

We cuddle a bit and then I get the inevitable

"Mommy, I sure am hungry.  Can you make breakfast now?"

So I get up, leave those two all snuggled under the covers, and stagger down the stairs.

First things first.

Coffee.

And on Saturday morning breakfasts, the cream comes from a cute little pitcher, rather than the boring ol' carton.

 Then I slave away making

pancakes

and

pototoes and sausage

and she eats 4 bites

and then wants a poptart.

 But it's Saturday morning.

So she gets one.

But only if mama gets a bite.

Then we linger over coffee

shoo the cat off the table 46 times

play gin

watch the rain

and finally get ready for whatever the day may bring.

Saturday morning breakfast.

One of my favorite things.