Way before Charlotte was born, David and I were in the habit of having long, leisurely breakfasts on weekends with pancakes or French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and pots of coffee we’d sip on into the early afternoon. When I was pregnant, we talked about how fun it would be to have a little one join us for our weekend mornings. We had the baby (I remember it was a Thursday in January) and were back home for our first Saturday breakfast. Tired but not exhausted, we put together our everyday French toast breakfast and told ourselves “see, we can still do this!”
Obviously, that devolved into a weeks-long stretch of interrupted sleep, way too early wake ups, and tears on everyone’s part (mostly mine and Charlotte’s). Now, its hard to believe, but we’ve put a solid two years’ distance between us and Charlotte’s colicky episodes, and I’m happy to say, a return to more leisurely weekend mornings has returned.
I’m very much looking forward to this weekend, celebrating Mother’s Day with my own mom and Charlotte all together.