Routines and Do-overs

So this morning, I decided to shake up our usual Saturday morning pancake routine and to try to make a similarly shaped, but decidedly different breakfast of aloo parantha and fresh yogurt.

By the time I was done, it was tasty enough, but I missed the detail in the recipe where you just roll the dough back into a ball after adding the potatoes and then roll it out for frying. I thought you made a chapati, added potatoes, and them smooshed another chapati on top. Regardless, we ended up with little delicious chapati sandwiches.

Zazie was clear on the fact that she preferred them without the potatoes. She didn't even really need the bread. Really, what I am saying is that she would like a little bowl of melted butter for breakfast. Maybe with a big dollop of jam on top. And some whipped cream. And chocolate. Topped with candy. And if we could find sprinkles. And then extra butter. Still, she ate them and only asked for candy 18 times.

Further, instead of staying in pajamas all day playing around the house, I furthered disturbed our pattern by going to the market. I made the whole gang come with me because I didn't know if I could do it alone. I now see that Vik and Zazie are best left home. (Um, Vik can come, but sweet girl really does not thrive in grocery stores or in unbearable traffic jams). And again, no nap.

My punishment for all of this was three ear-busting, heart wrenching tantrums, perhaps the biggest on record. (Those who have been around for some of the more earth-shattering tantrums will appreciate how big these must have been). My poor baby just needs to be home and not in a car or an overcrowded, overstimulating store. Still, it was a very hard night. Before she went to bed she said, through tears, "Maybe we can try again tomorrow." I thought that was a very good idea. I hope it starts like this morning: