Back in the old days (aka: pre-baby), on a Saturday morning, Declan and I would roll out of bed whenever the heck we wanted. Sometimes, it would be 8am, gearing and ready to go hit up some yardsales (because we do love us some yard sale'ing), but most the time it would push more towards the 10am time frame.
We'd leisurely get showered and dressed for the relaxing day.
9 times out of 10 we'd go down to our favorite little neighborhood restaurant and have breakfast. We'd sip in our coffee slowly, order our breakfasts (mine is 99% of the time 2 eggs, over-medium, with crispy bacon and wheat toast). We'd eat, talk, sip coffee. Repeat. We'd make lists. Things we needed at the store that day. Things to buy at Home Depot for around the house. Stuff for the garden, etc. Around Christmastime, we'd brainstorm gift ideas for family members.
I loved that time together.
It's one of the reasons breakfast is my favorite meal out.
Declan and I haven't quite made it to our favorite breakfast spot since little miss Emeline joined our lives. It's not that we don't get out with her, or eat out with her...because from time to time we do, although far much less then before. Which honestly? Is better on our wallet's anyway. But, still.
Our Saturday mornings just look so much different now. Lightyears different, actually.
Now? Now on a Saturday morning we wake up around 7am to a slightly fussy child. She gets fed, and then is happy-as-can-be and ready for PLAYTIME like whoa. If we even attempt to get her back to sleep so our oh so sleepy eyes can have a few more seconds of sleep, she fights it like the dickens.
So, often times we'll bring her in between us in bed. She lays there WIDE awake (however, we.are.not.), making cute sounds, smiling so crazy-big, and KICKING HER FEET like a little maniac. She's basically throwing a happy-baby-trantum, and "saying", Lets!Go!Play!NOW! [I have a strange feeling this will last for years......]
Within a few minutes both Declan and I give in to the fact that our morning has officially started. Whether our tired bodies want to resist or not.
We have a juggling act of who entertains the baby, who gets to shower, who goes down and starts the coffee pot, and who takes the dog out, etc, etc. Often, when I'm getting ready...I like to peak out from the bathroom into the bedroom to see what Declan and Eme are doing. Last week...I caught him playing 'airplane' with her. It was seriously cute.
While Declan gets his chance to get ready for the day, and the coffee is brewing, I come down to the kitchen and start making breakfast.
You see, our new tradition is Pancake Saturday. It's 1000x easier then eating out with a baby. Instead, we eat in. I make pancakes and bacon. Just pancakes and bacon. Oh, and coffee. That's it. We're simple.
And despite that fact that it only took me until last weekend (after months..hmm..years?) to perfect my pancake-making/tossing skills...we're growing to love our at-home breakfasts.
In the comfort of our home, we can entertain our daughter, let her play on her mat, or let her nap peacefully in her swing while we enjoy our food, sitting at our kitchen island and enjoying each other's company.
Pancake Saturday's just might become a family tradition.