When I was a little girl, I thought Sunday was called Sunday because it never failed that the sun came out and shined on that day. It could have rained all week, but on sunday it was sunny. I am sure it didn't work that way really, but as a kid I remember it being that way. Coming home after church with a dozen donuts(chocolate frosted cream filled were my favorites) which again I am sure it wasn't every sunday, but it seemed that way. The sun coming in through all the windows eating a donut, now that is happiness.
As an adult, I still love the Sundays I wake up and see the sun peaking through the curtains. I walk around the house and open them all up to let the rays warm the house up and get ready for a nice Sunday breakfast.
This Sunday was french toast with strawberries. mmm, yum. One of Krischan's favorites.
Odds are that I can bet Jakob, as much as he says he wants french toast, will only really eat his sausage, and maybe his strawberries.
Kadence, just like Krischan will eat every last bite.
Rick and I went with eggs, and toast since we ran out of bread. I can deal with that, but as you can see, Rick never gets to eat in peace. He loves it though.
And after breakfast before mouths get wiped and everything really gets cleaned up we all hang out at the table and enjoy the sunshine warming us up through the windows. Kadence explains to me about a hairstyle she is thinking of.
Krischan looks through his book of science projects picking out what he wants to build. He picked a catapult to build that he and his dad put together in the afternoon.
Jakob finds the left over granola and starts munching on that, making a mess and attracting Kadence.
Eventually toys migrate to the table and grabbing ensues.
Then eventually pouting happens. (see mommy daughter mope time for more images like this of Kadence)
The best thing? Even Rick hangs out at the table to relax and enjoy a bit of hard to achieve family time.
As an adult, I still love the Sundays I wake up and see the sun peaking through the curtains. I walk around the house and open them all up to let the rays warm the house up and get ready for a nice Sunday breakfast.
This Sunday was french toast with strawberries. mmm, yum. One of Krischan's favorites.
Odds are that I can bet Jakob, as much as he says he wants french toast, will only really eat his sausage, and maybe his strawberries.
Kadence, just like Krischan will eat every last bite.
Rick and I went with eggs, and toast since we ran out of bread. I can deal with that, but as you can see, Rick never gets to eat in peace. He loves it though.
And after breakfast before mouths get wiped and everything really gets cleaned up we all hang out at the table and enjoy the sunshine warming us up through the windows. Kadence explains to me about a hairstyle she is thinking of.
Krischan looks through his book of science projects picking out what he wants to build. He picked a catapult to build that he and his dad put together in the afternoon.
Jakob finds the left over granola and starts munching on that, making a mess and attracting Kadence.
Eventually toys migrate to the table and grabbing ensues.
Then eventually pouting happens. (see mommy daughter mope time for more images like this of Kadence)
The best thing? Even Rick hangs out at the table to relax and enjoy a bit of hard to achieve family time.
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