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pancakes?

in this house, everybody loves some pancakes...especially mickey mouse pancakes! oh yes, i am THAT talented. you should be jealous! ha!
so on saturday morning, when hubs was in france, i pulled out the griddle and made some girlies happy...and on our new plates! {what do you think?}
it was very quiet...can you even believe that?
lots of licking fingers...
and super happy girlies and mommy too! and who says we don't eat our feelings? i mean, they were QUIET!!!

Comments

Carrie said…
Mmmmmmm...

Will you come make me some pancakes please?? Pretty please???
He & Me + 3 said…
Oh my kids would love those pancakes. Cute pictures of your happy girls.
debi9kids said…
YUM! Looks delicious and one of the best things...quiet moments with the kiddies :)
Unknown said…
i made cute heart pancakes on v-day and nobody cared. girls appreciate beauty. and i looooooove the plates!
amy jupin said…
love the mickey ears,
love the finger lickin,
love the cute plates!

what a good mom you are!
Kimmy said…
We love pancakes in this house also! Mickey Mouse ones also. I even make them when we go camping!
gina said…
cute plates. and kiddos. ;)


here's a link that you will learn a trick that will shock them into silence and they will think you are the queen of pancakes:

http://planted-by-streams.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html


I made spongebob and patrick and dolphins pancakes and more using this trick. And it costs like 99 cents at walmart.
Screaming Meme said…
I'll be over...;) I love pancakes...GF Pancakes are just not the same...Darn it! Love you!

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