p-a-n-c-a-k-e

It's been awhile since Ryan and I cooked breakfast together. We got back to it this morning with a delightful breakfast for two. We left the batter it's normal color and instead added red food coloring to the eggs. I would not recommend adding food coloring to eggs. I know that Dr. Seuss is all about it, but it is actually quite difficult to eat funky colored scrambled eggs. We love the colored pancakes and we also love making pancakes into fun shapes. 

Ryan and I ate in the sunny dining room. We added a pan of cinnamon rolls for good measure. Ryan rounded his meal off with peanut butter and I had strawberries and mango. 

Here's the little stinker helping himself to the middle cinnamon roll. No questions, no apologies. Nice to be eleven. 

I've been thinking about seasons of change lately. When Jared and I moved to Nashville, we spent many, many weekends at Warren and Jackie's house. We needed the break from my mom's house and it was just plain fun. But then, we moved into our house six (really, six?!?) months ago and didn't need the refuge as we had our own space. Also, the kids got really busy this year with their own friends, hobbies, schoolwork. I noticed (painfully) that I wasn't always the first choice for the nephews to hang with on the weekends. Mike wanted to see his girlfriend and Ryan wanted to accept the invitation to his best buddy's house. So, I was pleased as punch when Ryan wanted to spend last night at our house when Jackie was out of town. Change can be really difficult for me. I like to embrace each day like a new adventure, but sometimes I get really attached to certain adventures.

I'm thrilled about having a baby, but grieving in some ways the loss of independence that I know is coming. I won't be willy nilly zipping off to lunch with a friend or a trip here or there. Yes, I plan on still living life, but I imagine it will come with more planning and preparation.