There is just one teeeensy-tiny problem with my best friend. It takes him three-and-a-half minutes to get all yummy and ready for my toddler to devour. If you're a mom and you're reading this, you understand perfectly that three-and-a-half minutes could just as well be three-and-a-half months when it comes to food.
Maybe you have a kiddo that wakes up all goo-goo, ga-ga. Or maybe you have a kiddo like mine.
Who wakes up like the giant in Jack and the Beanstalk.
Three-and-a-half minutes? It gets tricky, folks. I've found that it's all about listening for the stir--that initial, small whispering of the sheets. It's all I need to fly like a bloody Englishman to the kitchen, rip the top off of the mac n' cheese, throw it like a touchdown pass into the microwave, and hit my knees and beg God to keep him asleep for--you guessed it--the next three-and-a-half minutes. :)
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