Sunday Morning Waffles

I wouldn't exactly call waffles a Sunday morning tradition at our house, but my boys love them, and so I make them quite often for breakfast on Sunday.  I usually make the whole wheat waffles that my mom made when I was growing up.  The boys and I love them (seriously they are soooo delicious), but Jeremy isn't a fan, so sometimes I make a white recipe that I developed a couple of years ago, just for him.  So-- this is how a typical Sunday Morning with waffles goes at our house.

Tad - up on the counter helping me mix up the batter. He loves to help me crack eggs and dump ingredients into the bowl.  Jeremy hates that I let him get up on the counter to help me, but I am too much of a softy with my boys - - especially when they are two and cute as a button.

Fluffy waffle batter. If you want perfect waffles, it has to look like this folks!! :)

Batter in the waffle iron.  Almost there!!  My mom gave me this waffle iron for my last birthday.  We had been without one for about a year and my boys were soooooo excited when I opened this baby up.  Thanks mom!!

Dallin prefers to eat his waffles like toast, with just a little bit of butter and no syrup.  

Notice the syrup dribbling down Thomas's chin?  I hate to say it, but Thomas has always been my messiest eater.  I remember when he was a baby, I had all these clothes that Dallin had worn that practically still looked new.  After Thomas ate in them once they were completely destroyed, and yes, he was wearing a bib.  Oxi-Clean and Biz and I became very well acquainted due to this kid.  I am still keeping my fingers crossed that he will grow out of it, because he is definitely too big for a bib.

Jack and Drake didn't make it to the kitchen in time for the photos.  I probably had to go pull them away from the Legos or the Kindle.