Sunday Breakfast, post call edition.

The girls made me chocolate waffles when I got home from the hospital.  A tough twenty four hours with two obstetrical emergencies (cord prolapse and shoulder dystocia) that you hope never to see, let alone see on the same day.  Mothers and babies all well, providers all exhausted and wrung out.  Makes me proud of our team.  My sense of elation and entitlement led to the poor decision to double the waffle recipe.

Leftover waffle tower.

Leftover waffle tower.

The leftovers reheat beautifully in a toaster.  I froze some so we can have them with ice cream for dessert in the future.

Double batch, not our best idea.

Double batch, not our best idea.

After we ate breakfast I helped Maddy sew a pencil case and started Sophie knitting a Harry Potter-themed scarf.  I was feeling super-motivated to make posole for dinner, but when I realized it was 3:30 getting lost on the way to H-mart, that didn't happen.  We had a great time at H-mart, dancing in the aisles to their shockingly good soundtrack, buying all manner of ethnic foodstuffs and sampling banana flavored cheese puffs.  I guess they technically were banana puffs; Sophie remembers them from Korea.  Dinner was chips and hummus/guacamole/salsa.  We had these for dessert.  They are a puffy, light, not too sweet Korean cookie--we call them ghost poop in our house.

Please don't scratch my eyes out.....

Please don't scratch my eyes out.....