We have a mini tradition here at Ruggles End. Most Sundays we make my whole wheat, oatmeal, walnut pancakes while listening to ABBA songs on YouTube (I never said it was a wholesome tradition). Usually Nora tries to help. She will, for example, bang a potato masher in an empty pot, scatter all of our tupperware throughout the house, or put both pot holders over her arms and run around hugging things. This Sunday she actually helped by interacting (in a positive way) with the pre-cooked food. here are some pics of her whisking the wet half of the batter (the completed batter gets almost no mixing and is, like dealing with the hot griddle, strictly Dad business).
oh! At breakfast Nora ate more pancakes than either Jen or I.