We slept in...the parade had started, meaning that we had missed the opportunity to eat free blue pancakes. How is a husband supposed to do anything right?! So, I left her in bed, got dressed, and made some of my own blue pancake batter.
This actually turned out really well. I heard some rustling in the bed across the hall. And here it comes. The same surprised face from a couple weeks ago. They were hot off the grill at that point and Libby was so happy that she was getting her blue pancakes without even leaving the house.