I really enjoy eating breakfast with the kiddos. I can’t believe I’m only going to do it 14 more times. Only 14 more days of repeating, “No talking,” “Eat fast,” “It’s delicious,” “Nom nom,” and “Hoo Hoo.” “Hoo Hoo” is what I say when the food is hot and I want them to blow on it (often rice porridge or chicken gravy).
I like mandoo days when half of them want to give me a dumpling each, so I end up eating something like eight mandoo when I am supposed to have the child-size portion of three.
I will not miss when the kids drink their milk too fast and vomit afterward. Has only happened three times (Lucy, Jacob and Ruby), but wow, it’s tough to get the kids to finish their breakfast when you’re cleaning up vomit. “It’s okay, finish your food… even if I can’t…”