I don’t know how it happened. One week I am sleeping in and my girls are kissing my bald dome on their way to school and the next I am up at the butt crack of dawn making pancakes with a 2 year old and a 4 year old trying, somehow, in my vegetative state not to let them fall face first onto the Hot Griddle. I don’t know why I just capitalized that. Anyways. Somehow I have been duped again by the Whittaker Women. The last 3 weeks the girls have been waking me up wanting to make pancakes before school. Tuesdays and Thursdays. And I have been doing it.
The first week I thought…”Wow. What a pimp dad I am. My kids are freaking blessed!!!”
The second week I thought…”Hey Heather!!! Um. How long do you think they will want me to do this? Huh? What do you think?”
This week I am thinking…”Make your own *!#$ pancakes.” Just Kidding…
So Monday night I got smart. Lay it out before bed Los!!! (Once again. I really do not call myself by my own nick name)
So here was the counter Monday night.

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Which in turn led to a very successful Tuesday morning.

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See. My time with Angela is already paying off. 😉

I’m Blessed.