"I dig a big hole! Get in Momma"

I woke this morning to the same sounds that I wake to now every morning. Alex opening his door, then opening Chris's door, and waking him up. Alex wrestling with the gate on the stairs, opening the gate on the stairs, and me jumping out of bed to make sure they both don't fall down the stairs.

Ready to start the work day as the best mom ever!

And a good mom begins with a good breakfast. Which is what I have been doing with my boys since being home with them. No more rushing out the door, throwing dry cereal in a baggie to eat in the car or shoving a granola bar down their throats. No sir re bob, I'm super mom, and super mom makes a real breakfast.

The first day I presented to my boys vanilla crepes, smothered in hazelnut chocolate spread, piled high with sugared strawberries, and topped with homemade whipped cream. They loved it. I'm awesome.

Day two consisted of homemade pancakes from scratch with real maple syrup. None of that Bisquick nonsense for my growing little men. Best mom ever.

Third day was homemade cider donuts, deep fried to perfection and dipped in a delicate bed of cinnamon and sugar. I'm a little tired now, but I'm a very cool mom, and that's all that matters.

Fourth day is homemade banana bread, with some sort of nut, maybe Walnuts? I was able to make this the night before, and I was quite tired when doing so. Starting to feel the burn. Not a problem though, loving it. Really, really good mom.

Fifth day, cereal. We're talking quality cereal. Real whole grains. Did I mention the nuts? Lots of nuts. Significant amount of nuts.

My son Alex looks at the cereal.

"Where's the crepes?" he asks.

Chris exclaims "I want pancakes!"

Alex gets down from his chair at the kitchen table. As he walks into the living room he puts his right hand in the air behind him saying "Crepes please, with from scratch whip cream"

Chris is quick to follow, all 2 feet, 7 inches, and 25 pounds of him leaping off the chair with "No crepe, Awex [Alex], want pancakes!"

I've created two little breakfast divas. There's no way I can keep up with this charade. My children need to learn to love boiled eggs, instant oatmeal, and generic O's cereal, or I'm doing them no favors. I dug myself deep my first week in. Time to dig myself out.

"Boys, come back to the table, we're eating breakfast" Stern and authoritative. No giving in here.

"Are the crepes ready?" Alex asks.

"I want Pancakes!" cries Chris.

I eventually enticed them back to the table, with the promise that they could both pour their own milk from the gigantic milk carton and we could top their cereal with three mini marshmallows. I'm not a monster.

A puddle of milk later my boys are fed and happy.

Week two brings with it a stock of Yogurt and granola, three different types of cereal, and fruit that can be cut into animal shapes...from scratch.

And a slightly more shallow hole...albeit still deep.