I'm one of "those" moms.
I mean, I try really, really hard not to be one of those "do as I say, not as I do" people, but when it comes to sugar, I fail miserably.
It's my one weakness.
Okay, and maybe the whole, "making the bed thing" isn't a strong point either.
........ Fine, nor is the concept of putting all your stuff away as soon as you're done.
But I digress.
Besides, this blog isn't about me! Wait......
While I can scarf down half a bag of chocolate without blinking an eye, I keep a close watch on how much my children consume at one time.
And just the mere thought of my kids eating sugar first thing in the morning makes me cringe.
I know, ironic coming from the girl who sneaks chocolate into the shower so I don't have to share.
I never ever buy sugar cereal unless it's for a special occasion, (like Christmas) and when I do make pancakes, it never really gets more interesting than regular ole' homemade maple syrup.
So occasionally, you just gotta shake things up and do something special for no other reason other than, just because.
Saturday morning was one of those times. Everyone was downstairs so they had no idea I was up to something.
Try not to be too jealous of our plastic folding kitchen table and fancy paper plates.
I know it's tough, but do try.
Maybe this is completely normal for you and you're looking at me all strange (not that that's new) wondering what kind of weirdo blogs about pancakes.
But hey, they had chocolate chips on them!
It was almost better than Christmas for these little monkeys.
I bet you can't guess which one's mine.
I know, I know! I told you, my one weakness.
It was such a fun thing for them and it put them all in such a good mood, that when we went off to run errands as a family, it was actually really fun!
Right up until Hubby decided he wanted to go look at four-wheelers and left me stranded in the store with five children while he went off joy riding on a test run without telling me and I had to run around and keep track of all of them and keep them from climbing onto anything and everything they saw and to make sure I knew where they were at all times as they ran off in five different directions!
*huge intake of breath*
But don't worry, I'm totally over it.
P.S. Hubby really did sheepishly apologize. He just got caught up in the moment.
Boys and their toys, you know?