Son of Smoothie

I toyed with calling this post "dispatches from the land of pajamas".

This morning was a first. The boys got up early so I sent them both back to bed...with me. We rolled out of bed around 8:30. At our house, smoothies and pancakes are a weekend ritual, but I broke with tradition and we made them this morning. We missed papa, but it was also fun to do it just the three of us.

What a stark contrast to our hurried working mommy/school/daycare mornings.

Big Red, enjoying his pancake and smoothie.
The picture above also illustrates the full, swirly head of red hair that tops our youngest. His aunt calls him "Trump", as in The Donald.