
Pancake Sunday is a time-honoured tradition in our little family.
We eat pancakes and we drink tea. Out of a pot.
People laughed at my hubbie and I when we told them that our beloved tradition of Pancake Sunday would not falter once we had babies.
But they didn't understand our love for this precious time together. Sure, what used to be about flicking through the papers leisurely has become a bit less...peaceful. Sometimes our pancakes get cold from juggling our two cherubs under two. But the sentiment is still there...





