We needed a few hours as just the three of us. It was a crazy, emotional, sleep-deprived week and we needed the calm and security of our normal Saturday routine, which is "not a whole damn lot" as long as we're all together and the pace is relaxed and focused on the moment.
It was a crisp, foggy morning when Penelope finally convinced us to get out of bed. I sent the other two out for milk and then began making breakfast.
Biscuits and gravy.
Both are my mom's recipe. Actually my maternal grandmother's, at the very least. So very delicious and made a tiny bit healthier with chicken sausage instead of pork. Anything to help justify the serving size your stomach longs for when the aroma starts to fill the house...
While I was cooking, and after the milk and paper were delivered, Jeffrey and Pea entertained themselves by playing with Legos.
Or rather, Daddoo built and Pea directed (we've had no problem "finding our voice" around here).
The completed projects--one to tip over later while clapping heartily, one to fill our bellies, along with good, strong, fresh pressed coffee:
And more biscuits for later, to eat with butter and honey while lazily going through the Sunday paper...