snowathon

I never did get my hands on that dreamy Mini Rodini snowsuit, but H&M came up trumps when the snow hit London last weekend. A bit of a timing clash with the day we had to take the car to the MOT, which meant we got snowed in down in Surrey and spent a surprise relaxing night with my favourite aunt and uncle. After a train back to London the snow kept coming and Pablo got his first try on a sledge, made some very small snowmen and came out with:
"Mum, when dogs wee on snow it goes yellow."
"Yes, yucky!"
"But when dogs fart on snow it goes green..."
Also a great excuse for rosy cheeks, waffles and hot chocolate... not that an excuse is really required in this house... 

sunday sunday

Growing up (in the US), buttermilk pancakes for breakfast was a weekend ritual. With obscene amounts of bacon and buckets of filter coffee and probably a few stray teenagers crashed out from the night before. Brunch was a once in a while mega-feast, usually at a restaurant with whole cake bars and omelet chefs and buffets of tiny bagels, sausages, immense waffles and rainbows of melon. These days Pablo demands pancakes or waffles at least once a week, but having people over for brunch is a bit more exciting. Brunch is perfect because it gives you an excuse to eat two meals-worth in one, and to basically get a bit merry at breakfast-ish-time (bucks fizz! bloody marys! yay!). It's also not too much of an undertaking to whip up brunch for friends, and when you're up with the cubs from something painful like 6:30am it's nice to have people over for a meal around midday and then have the last couple of hours before bedtime free for a family movie, rather than spending all morning and early afternoon cooking and then sitting around in the dark eating a roast exhausted... 

Kristyn, James and very pregnant Laura came round and we feasted on papaya, mango and blueberries, stacks of waffles with cream and syrup and some pretty impressive Eggs Benedict with home made hollandaise (thanks, Kristyn!). Then Indiana helpfully had a mega nap so we could weep with laughter playing Cards Against Humanity and slurping grapefruit juice mimosas...

Indy mostly continued her standing up all over the place

After a 4pm dusky stroll in the park, everyone headed home and we curled up for Pablo's first taste of Home Alone. I nearly cried watching him laugh so hard.

these two...