Breakfast at our House

Our mornings are slow. I can only do one thing at a time (or so I tell myself when two children are crying, the timer is going off on the oven and the dishes are overflowing in the sink). 

So, I wake up; I change diapers; I put little clothes on little bodies; I wash diapers; I serve up a simple breakfast and then I watch little hands eat little bites of food and I thank God for my slow mornings.