Today has been a mixed up day from the get-go. I was up between 5 and 7 because my allergies were kicking up. It was nice to get some stitching time without any interruptions from the kids but I much rather would have still been sleeping. I did manage to catch a little more shut eye from 7 until about 9 but a phone call put an end to that. By that time, Lily, Connor and Bella were anxious for breakfast and since Chris is in San Antonio for a show I think I’m the only one really qualified to make it. Since there’s no school today cereal just won’t do. It’s waffle time. Wonder if they’d tell the difference between home made and Eggos?

In the end I go to the trouble of making them waffles from scratch (okay I cheated and used a pancake mix, but I did add some vanilla to the mix for extra flavor - that counts, right?) and made sure every single dimple in the waffles had some syrup in it (otherwise both Connor and Lily would refuse to eat them, saying 'the waffles are naked!' and we can't have that!). And they each ate about three bites and decided they really didn't want waffles. They wanted cereal.

I don't even want to think about lunch or dinner menus. I'm just glad Bella is completely satisfied with a handful of Cheerios on her high chair tray. She's still the easiest to please in this family.

Once breakfast was through I thought about going to the mall but the idea of bundling all the kids up and having to keep them all in line once we got to the store and I was heading for the couch. Motivation was definitely a problem today. I just didn’t feel like doing anything. Lucky for me, the kids were content to haul out their toys and play. We watched Little Mermaid so many times I think I can recite it word for word.

I found enough energy to make stir fry for dinner. Its one meal everyone likes because I let them pick out the things they don’t want to eat. Connor predictably left a pile of red pepper and onion strips on his plate. Lily didn’t touch the cauliflower and Bella picked through everything, only eating the noodles. Yup, they’re all my kids all right. Those fussy genes have been passed along.