Saturday Morning Pancakes

So today is Saturday, and we all enjoy a family tradition, started quite a few years back....Saturday morning pancakes. It's been a long week, as it always is, and on Saturdays we allow for a break, a way to come back together in the first morning we can all enjoy together. No lunchboxes to fix, no bows to arrange in the girls' hair, no rushing out the door with a quick kiss from HH. It's just a lazy morning, with Saturday morning cartoons and my hubbie flipping those pancakes with expert ease.

It's really such a treat for the kids, and they get some Dad time which I know he loves after a

hard work week. But I must confess - it's a treat for me too. I get to slowly meander out of bed, take a nice long hot shower, and take my time getting ready for the day. By the time I make it downstairs, the kids are finishing breakfast, and then my HH and I get to enjoy a lazy breakfast together, complete with tea and coffee, while discussing the plans for the day.

So in essence, Saturday doesn't even start for us until about 10am...and I really like that. Sundays mornings are so busy at times, getting our crew ready for mass, and all. So we make Saturday morning, just a few hours to be relaxed, with no where to go, no plans, just Saturday Morning Pancakes.

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Caring Mother said…

Aside from making me very hungry for pancakes, this post is so much fun and proves family traditions go a long way! Your kids are going to remember these just as much as you are!

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