Hubbie thought I was a bit mad.
It was past 9pm, and here I was all comfy in my pjs, getting ready to head into the kitchen and make pancakes for dessert.
It was a promise after all. We had stumbled upon the topic of pancakes the night before, when baby girl had asked if I could make them tonight… I had said “after dinner,” and so it came to be, that my clever 5 year-old did NOT forget what I had said.
Not when it comes to PANCAKES.
Hubbie had thought we were soooo insane. “You’re making pancakes now? After all we’ve eaten? At this time?”
GUESS WHO SAT DOWN TO EAT PANCAKES WITH US 20 MINUTES LATER???
We indulged in jam and Nutella toppings, sprinkled generously with berries and bananas, and the late dessert started off an upside-down ‘whatever’ kind of night.
The footy was on in the background, broken up by my random calls for the players to “catch that ball!”
Sia’s Christmas album argued for top spot in the audio department too, as baby girl had decided to put her on the stereo super early for the year, or super late for last year, whichever way you wanna look at it. (Then again baby girl makes sure the album makes an appearance at least once a month).
Hubbie had randomly decided to sort his CD collection, high on his recent cold/flu tablets suddenly kicking in and giving him some much needed energy.
ALL the lights were on.
And it was just super awesome. And it all started with pancakes. Genius.