Hungry hungry... children.

1. One unexpected side effect of having five children with colds: weekend pancakes. (As a consolation for having to miss Sunday school.) (Because thou shalt not visit one’s germs upon one’s neighbor, you know.)

2. How a person can stand to have both maple syrup AND tangerine juice in one sitting, I will never know.

3. This album continues to be one of my favorites, especially when sung by the resident three-year-old. Or by any combination of the ten-year-old, seven-year-old, five-year-old, and three-year-old, really.

4. There is no four. Isn’t three enough, honestly, for a Monday? I should think so. Three.