Family breakfast, Day 332

Love, Day 290

Breakfast in bed.

Old tradition, Day 205

Making aebleskivers on a Sunday morning is a tradition in our house, but not one we partake in very often. I was first introduced to these little dough balls while I was in grad school. So every time we make them I am reminded of that bitter sweet time in my life.

The last bite, Day 197

I always feel a bit sad when I have to take the last bite of something that tastes really good. I am working on slowing down my consumption process to delay this feeling and perhaps avoid it completely. I tell Nicolai to savor his "special treats" so they last longer, and amazingly he does. I need to take my own advice.

Mayhem, Day 134

This is what happens when three 4 year old boys, one 2 year old girl, and two 39+ moms get together for a play date/breakfast.