And the moral of the story...if we offer you cinnamon rolls beware of how they were made and EVERYTHING that happened between taking them out of the fridge and taking them out of the oven!
These are cute pictures but I also want to document the breakfast ritual when daddy isn't home on weekends! Back when it was just Kennedy we somehow started making the good old Pillsbury cinnamon rolls. Can you even say making when you just pull them apart and put them in a pan. Well, now the ritual has continued! And yes now Carter hyperventilates when the pan comes out of the oven. It's a similar flapping of the arms when we are in the McD's drive thru for some coffee and he thinks it's french fry time, even at 8am! Sigh, the one huge difference between the 1st and the 3rd kid. Kennedy didn't even know what a drive thru was until probably THREE. Anyways, yes mommy weekends are eggs and cinnamon rolls but nothing compares to daddy pancake weekends, NOTHING! And the big princess who loves these cinnamon rolls more than anything was having a sleepy morning and woke up just as they were coming out of the oven, hence the no pictures of her!
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