On Friday evening the kids and I stayed at my parents' house since our ceiling was being drywalled and Mitch was trying to get other renovations done. My awesome husband suggested he and I meet up for breakfast on Saturday. So we did. It was so much fun. We ate a local pancake house and the food was delish. It was your basic breakfast cuisine but it all tasted so good. Maybe it was the fact that I wasn't the one cooking, or maybe it was just a quiet meal together, but I loved every second of it. I had a little bit of this:
And a little bit of that:
It was a lot of food. And I haven't really been able to throw down like I usually do cause this pregnancy is tearin' me up, but Saturday I seemed like my old self. And what I didn't finish, my man polished off.
Do you go out to breakfast with your sweetie? Maybe you should. Instead of dinner, mix it up and get up early and start your day together slurpin' up some syrupy goodness. So fun. You won't regret it, I promise.