breakfast

French Toast Sticks

It was a rainy Sunday morning and the dogs refused to let us sleep all the way in all the way to our 8am wake up call from the kiddo so I decided it was a fine morning for french toast and bacon for breakfast.  Let me just note that I do not normally “cook” breakfast.  Typically I toss some hot water on some oatmeal, add some applesauce for Liam and call it a day.  He likes it, its pretty healthy, and I don’t have to cook before consuing my first cup of coffee for the day… as far as I am concerned that makes it an all around win.  Sometimes we share a cereal bar for dessert.  Now on to the french toast.

The recipe I have created and perfected (in my humble opinion) over the years (from my childless days when brunch was my favorite meal to cook) goes like this:

 

1 Egg

1 TBS of Half and Half

1/4 tsp vanilla

1/4 tsp cinnamon

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Keep in mind that this is from my pre-child days.  It makes enough batter to cover two pieces of bread.  Since I was serving 2 adults and a toddler this morning I simply doubled the recipe and stole some of the Hubs french toast to make Liam’s sticks with, no worries, I gave him an extra piece of bacon to make up for it.  If we had both toddlers this morning I would have tripled the recipe.  For Liam’s sticks I simply cut his single slice of french toast into strips and gave the outer two with a lot of crust back to the Hubs (it ended up making his plate look more sad than the rest… scraps for you!).  I also drizzled a little butter over Liam’s sticks (he is not allowed to have syrup), and the result was this:

 

 

Liam really wanted the big boy plate, but since I didn’t feel like picking up shards of plate off the floor for hours after he had to live with having the french toast in his hand instead.  The really exciting thing about this morning is that we let Liam try bacon for the first time.

He thought it was pretty awesome and ate about a quarter of the piece we gave him before he was “all done” which is pretty good for a child who doesn’t really like meat.

 

 

 

 

A Morning…

Every morning brings a different story at our house. With three dogs and a toddler the needs start immediately upon rising. Occasionally I am lucky and get to stretch before bouncing (stiffly flinging myself over the side of the bed and hoping to land on my feet) out of bed. Then it’s off to the races, addressing everyone’s needs for potty time and food before my own. Hoping to have time to hit the start button on the Keurig for my first precious hit of caffeine of the day.
Today started out a little different than most, but first everyone needs a little backstory.
Yesterday I brought both toddlers to the vet with me to pick up the oldest puppy brother, Leroy. Leroy has a encountered a few problems as he is beginning to enter into his geriatric years (he prefers the phrase “mature”). One of these problems is hopefully resolved now thanks to a (typically) fairly simple surgery. He has had chronic abscesses of his anal glands for a little over a month now that have not responded to antibiotic therapy. So we made the decision to have them removed. I am so happy we did this, in the long run he will be more comfortable. For now however…

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Cone of shame.

Leroy has a drain in one side of his bottom because the abscess was so bad it ate away most of the tissue of the gland. He also had some polyps in that side. So, not only does Leroy have to wear the cone of shame, but he is also a furniture free pup for the next few days. At least in theory.

So this morning the pups and I woke up early because the hubs had to go to work early. No big deal, it happens occasionally and I just convince the dogs to come cuddle up in bed so they don’t wake up Liam. Once Liam is up the whole house is up. One toddler to rule them all. This morning was a little different. Leroy wasn’t allowed into the bed. So when he whined to get me to push over so he could climb up I got out of bed, fixed up his dog bed really nicely (he prefers several dog beds stacked on top of each other) and called him over. He took one look at the bed and hopped up into mine instead. Sigh. I could see the drainage on the white blanket already and visions of endless loads of laundry floated through my head. But he was already there, so I let him stay, gingerly wrapped up his butt in the already ruined comforter, and gave him the cuddle he so desperately wanted. As my husband says, the dogs all take advantage of me because they know they can, or “they know a sucker when they see one”.

I actually managed another half an hour snooze at this time before Liam woke up, a little early but not off schedule, and oddly screaming. Liam usually wakes up in a great mood and even will sometimes play with his stuffed animals for a half an hour allowing the pups and I more cuddle time (and time to spy on how very cute he is playing with his babies through the baby spy cam… Yes, it Might be a little creepy). So I went in to get him and he immediately lit up into a smile the moment he saw me. I breathed a little (short lived) sigh of relief. No big deal, he just wanted Momma. Then I picked him up and realized how very wrong I was. It was a big deal. A poop all up his back kind of big deal. A second load of laundry and a baby bath to boot.
So I juggled the toddler and the pups through a well choreographed dance of poop cleanup, potty-ing, and breakfast. Somehow manage to start the first load of laundry. And am now finally sipping at my first cup of coffee while Liam plays with a “bahlll” at my feet.

It’s a good thing they are all so cute.

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