We’re big believers in breakfast. Especially after we realized it was the critical ingredient to managing Jacob’s emotional rollercoaster ride. I’ll never forget when he was probably four years old and he says to me at Kelly’s, “Mom, not the kid-size pancakes. I need the gwon-up size!” For the record, it was the grown-up size.
With many brekkies under our belt, we’ve figured out the recipe for Jakey happiness = balanced carbs + protein, every 2.5 to 3 hours. And what makes us all want to abandon our lives and run off with gypsies = pancakes drenched in syrup > donuts > cinnamon rolls.
We’ve had several years where Honey Nut Cheerios have dominated the breakfast table, cycling through various protein options including protein shakes, hard boiled eggs, sausages, and Daddy’s Brekkie Sammies (Trademarked). But the King of Hanger is always eliminating what is working and declaring it impossible such incompetent nutrition will ever pass his lips again. This recently took breakfast cereal out of the running.
And what did he propose in its place?
“I’m thinking that bread I really like… sourdough toast? With smoked salmon and a poached egg. Oh, and some sliced avocado.”