Almost every Saturday, I wake up around 9:00 and make a pancake breakfast. It’s a nice tradition, and I like to make the buttermilk variety–from scratch, of course.

My youngest has discovered the joy of buttermilk goodness, so he always insists on a sample (or three).

My husband is the one in charge of making coffee, and he never fails to let me know what’s on his mind. I’m lucky to have him.

Finally, I promised a photo of the undies I made for my son while he was away at camp. The sixth pair of underwear isn’t pictured because he had put them on immediately. Here’s the picture, and my apologies for the poor quality!



