Its a tradition

So, on every Saturday morning that we are not rushing out of the house to a sporting event, we make waffles. Avery LOVES to help in the kitchen and I let her. This morning my kids were up at 6 am despite the full day they had yesterday. They were starving. I told them I would fix breakfast, in just a minute. When I got to the kitchen, this is what I found. Avery had got out everything we needed to make waffles. Heck, she had even sprayed the waffle iron with Pam.

Avery topped her waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. Luke only likes butter and syrup.

Avery has cracked me up recently and I always promised I would write things down so I don't forget them.

Earlier this week, she was wearing a pink and purple plaid shirt that has a ruffle at the bottom and while I was fixing her hair she was looking in the mirror. She said, "today, I am a farm-girl ballerina." She was right, the shirt was a perfect mash up of farm girl and ballerina :)

Also, one evening this past week, we were eating BBQ sandwiches and I got out some pickles and olives to go with them. Avery LOVES olives. One morning, she asked to eat an entire can of black olives for breakfast.  In a rush to get to work, I let her. 

I thought she liked green and black olives.  All I had this week was green olives.  But I noticed that she wasn't eating the whole olive.  I asked her what was wrong.  She said, "I only like the carrot-y part."  This is also known as the pimento :)