Our Realization

Since having Jack, we have come to the conclusion that the only people who go to breakfast really early in the morning are old people and people with little kids. Alas, every weekend we go visit our friend, the Cracker Barrel, we see our favorite server, Lizabeth, have our Old Timer's Breakfast, watch the other little kids with their bleary-eyed parents, and stop while the old people comment on how cute Jack is. My friend Kelly's blog made mention of Henry's weekend routines. Well, I guess Cracker Barrel and Costco are our routines these days. Not that I am complaining. Well, not too much.