Photo of the week:
And sadly, it is totally true. I just wrote my uncle a letter expounding my deficiencies in mothering when it comes to breakfast. I don't get up and make breakfast; it's a fact. We eat cold cereal almost every morning. Although I am fabulous in that I don't actually make them eat the same cereal every morning. We mix it up around here; some days Cheerios, some days Froot Loops.
Then I save the eggs and bacon for dinner time. Because I still love me some bacon. Apparently just not before the sun is well acquainted with the day.