Ok, so I know you probably have the image from Varsity Blues in your head with a title like this. But goodness! It's only Monday.... let's save the whipped cream bikini posts until we know each other and maybe like, let's say, on a Friday? Now that we have that covered, let me tell you why mornings are better with whipped cream.
We have a thing in our little family where we always try and snuggle in bed with our 5yr old when he wakes up or if we have to get him up earlier to start the day. It's our time to be a family, say Good Morning's and I Love You's, and to enjoy the cuddles before he becomes "too cool." It also allows him to wake up easier and if the privilege of TV watching was not taken away the night before, then 15-30min of TV is allowed too while in bed. I love the mornings when we have him because there is usually a lot of smiles, nice little chats, a helpful heart and a contagious amount of giggles.
Recently, I began making pancakes for breakfast. Not the 'take out of the freezer' kind, no. I, at some crazy moment decided we needed pancake mix from Costco. The poor kid will probably be eating pancakes every morning we have him until he graduates Jr. High. Just kidding, I switch up the breakfast menu. But we have made our fair share of those circular fluffy things in the last couple months, which has been a fantastic phenomenon! This breakfast 'trend' has created a new way for the little guy and I to bond. Now, to clue you in, I have been with his dad for almost five years and knew the mini-Taylor since he was born. So, the little 40 pounder and I have a pretty great bond. But I always like to find little things to do that turn into "Emmy & Little Man" things. We have now added pancake making to our list! He will pull a bag that is probably half of his actual weight of mix out of the cupboard and scoop the mix into the bowl, add the water and stir; all on his own! Then I do my part in this pancake party and cook them. Wait, do you cook pancakes? I don't know what the correct verb is, I'm still in my 20's, I have lots of time to learn kitchen vocabulary. But anyways, I make them golden and fluffy. Now that they are done, we are ready for the fun part and I don't mean eating. We bust out the whipped cream! He shakes that bad boy while I cut up his tasty spheres and then we let the real fun begin.
Now, I married into a 'car' family. My father in law drives his Datson 240 Z at a handful of racing events a year (For those of you who have no idea what a 'Z' is, don't worry, it only took me a few years to get it down myself. Bottom line: it's a car. That's older. That now looks like a racecar) and my husband is his mechanic. That is also what my handsome counter part does for a living. Now, it shouldn't surprise you that the 3rd generation picked up that car/truck/engine love at a very early age. Why am I sharing this with you? Because this is my life. I'm surrounded by anything and everything that is related to cars, trucks, construction, etc. So much so, that we decorate our pancakes with a whip cream race track. Yup, you read that correctly. This giddy little boy will always open his mouth wide while displaying this huge smile and a letting out a few little giggles. while he anxiously waits for me to let him have the first mouthful of Reddi-wips finest. Then, after more shared giggles, his pointer finger becomes the pace car and he is ready to make his way around 'the track.' At this point, Reddi-Wip and my pointer finger are in spot number 1 behind the pace car, ready to follow. After a record lap is complete, it's time to look at our masterpiece. His cluster of pancake pieces have now been taken over by the most unique 'race track' in the history of race tracks! He may have a bit more of that scrumptious topping than that measly little dollop that you get at Dennys or something, but to have mornings filled with a little boy who has a desire to help, who we have the privilege of helping mold who he is and becomes, who we get to create memories and laughter with... I'll always take whipped cream in my mornings.
We have a thing in our little family where we always try and snuggle in bed with our 5yr old when he wakes up or if we have to get him up earlier to start the day. It's our time to be a family, say Good Morning's and I Love You's, and to enjoy the cuddles before he becomes "too cool." It also allows him to wake up easier and if the privilege of TV watching was not taken away the night before, then 15-30min of TV is allowed too while in bed. I love the mornings when we have him because there is usually a lot of smiles, nice little chats, a helpful heart and a contagious amount of giggles.
Recently, I began making pancakes for breakfast. Not the 'take out of the freezer' kind, no. I, at some crazy moment decided we needed pancake mix from Costco. The poor kid will probably be eating pancakes every morning we have him until he graduates Jr. High. Just kidding, I switch up the breakfast menu. But we have made our fair share of those circular fluffy things in the last couple months, which has been a fantastic phenomenon! This breakfast 'trend' has created a new way for the little guy and I to bond. Now, to clue you in, I have been with his dad for almost five years and knew the mini-Taylor since he was born. So, the little 40 pounder and I have a pretty great bond. But I always like to find little things to do that turn into "Emmy & Little Man" things. We have now added pancake making to our list! He will pull a bag that is probably half of his actual weight of mix out of the cupboard and scoop the mix into the bowl, add the water and stir; all on his own! Then I do my part in this pancake party and cook them. Wait, do you cook pancakes? I don't know what the correct verb is, I'm still in my 20's, I have lots of time to learn kitchen vocabulary. But anyways, I make them golden and fluffy. Now that they are done, we are ready for the fun part and I don't mean eating. We bust out the whipped cream! He shakes that bad boy while I cut up his tasty spheres and then we let the real fun begin.
Now, I married into a 'car' family. My father in law drives his Datson 240 Z at a handful of racing events a year (For those of you who have no idea what a 'Z' is, don't worry, it only took me a few years to get it down myself. Bottom line: it's a car. That's older. That now looks like a racecar) and my husband is his mechanic. That is also what my handsome counter part does for a living. Now, it shouldn't surprise you that the 3rd generation picked up that car/truck/engine love at a very early age. Why am I sharing this with you? Because this is my life. I'm surrounded by anything and everything that is related to cars, trucks, construction, etc. So much so, that we decorate our pancakes with a whip cream race track. Yup, you read that correctly. This giddy little boy will always open his mouth wide while displaying this huge smile and a letting out a few little giggles. while he anxiously waits for me to let him have the first mouthful of Reddi-wips finest. Then, after more shared giggles, his pointer finger becomes the pace car and he is ready to make his way around 'the track.' At this point, Reddi-Wip and my pointer finger are in spot number 1 behind the pace car, ready to follow. After a record lap is complete, it's time to look at our masterpiece. His cluster of pancake pieces have now been taken over by the most unique 'race track' in the history of race tracks! He may have a bit more of that scrumptious topping than that measly little dollop that you get at Dennys or something, but to have mornings filled with a little boy who has a desire to help, who we have the privilege of helping mold who he is and becomes, who we get to create memories and laughter with... I'll always take whipped cream in my mornings.