Waffles & Stink Eye

Breakfast has been a lot of fun. It's the first meal of the day, the sun in the kitchen is so pretty, we're both fresh as daisies and now there's the added delight of Gus drinking for himself out of his tilty cup. But whoaaaaaaaaaaaa be the mama that gives the boy a stern "No food on the floor" as he pitches flax waffles over the side. For that I get a stink eye for which I might only have myself to blame.