Ahhh, I love fall. Have I mentioned that? Okay, so the weather
outside has been ninety degrees, but I don’t care. As of last week, my fall
decorations are up and I’m ready. My Mother told me today that I needed to take
them down. Dream on! I haven’t gotten sweaters out yet, at least.

George’s 37th birthday was Monday. In honor of that, yesterday
morning we woke up to discover that our charming children had gotten up early
and made a special breakfast for Daddy. They had put on the tablecloth, set the
table, lit a candle, and made….. French toast and hard boiled eggs! Not like
toaster French toast either.

We have one of those Jenn Aire ranges where two of the burners
are removable and can be replaced with a griddle. They had changed that out,
made the batter, dipped in the bread, and fried up the toast. All by themselves
and all without burning anything including themselves or each other!

From what I gather, this was Georgie’s idea and mostly his
project (he’s almost ten) while Trinity (8yrs) and Anika (6yrs) helped.
Everything was delicious! Apparently they couldn’t figure out what temperature
to put the griddle on so they were scrambling around looking in all the
cookbooks and trying to find it on Google (!!). None of that worked, so Georgie
guessed and actually got it right. Miraculous!

Other than the fact that George’s birthday was the day before
the breakfast, George likes neither French toast nor hard boiled eggs (which we
didn’t point out to the children, of course), and we were out of syrup, we had
quite the lovely birthday breakfast. What a bunch of sweeties!

Rachel