The birth of baby...pancakes, that is

When Davey was little, around 2 I think, I started giving him the little tiny dots of pancakes that cook up from fallen batter. We called them "Baby Pancakes", and were kind of a tide-me-over until the big ones were done. Well, very soon that wasn't good enough, because with five hungry kids, it's hard to find enough little tiny pancake-lets for all of them, so I started purposely dribbling batter into tiny pancakes as I make the big ones. The challenge now is to make sure there are some big ones and that the kids still have an appetite for breakfast. The good news is, they eat those happily without syrup or anything!

Look how happily those girls are helping make pancakes!