Breakfast of Champions

Unless you are *brand* new here, you know that Lulu and I go to Music for Aardvarks on Mondays – and have been going since she was in utero. Cole began his classes with Luke at 10 months old, when we went to a free trial class; not only did we find our favorite Mommy & Me activity, but that was where we met Michele and Max so we will be forever thankful for THAT.

I am going to be a blithering MESS on June 30th, when we attend our final session – Lulu will be starting nursery school in the fall…

Anyway.

One of our favorite songs from Music for Aardvarks is Kersplat. (That might not be the actual title, but I m too lazy right now to get up and find the CD, so if it isn’t… oh well.)  We have been singing this song at home and in restaurants since Cole first learned it 3 (!!) years ago, and *he* actually started singing it to Lulu when she started eating solid food. (Because he is the Best Big Brother. Ever.) In addition to the singing, you pat out a rhythm with your hands and do some motions:

I was sitting eating breakfast when I got a funny feeling
I looked up and there I saw my pancakes on the ceiling
WHAT?!
They must have fallen UP
instead of falling DOWN
because usually my pancakes go Ker
SPLAT
right on the ground

This is definitely not doing the song justice, and I may need to make Cole demonstrate in a video next time he is in a Cooperative Mood. (Coming at you! Spring 2016! Maybe!)

So. Once we have sung the song once, we get to the audience participation part – Luke asks each child in the circle what they ate for breakfast and we sing the song swapping in the child’s name and his meal choices.

Cole was eating breakfast when he got a funny feeling
He looked up and there he saw his Cheerios on the ceiling
WHAT?!
They must have fallen UP
instead of falling DOWN
because usually his Cheerios go Ker
SPLAT
right on the ground

On Monday, we went around the circle, and everyone ELSE’s mother was apparently on POINT that day. (I am not friends with Monday mornings. Neither are my children.) We went around the room and the other kids’ morning repasts included things like organic yogurt and homemade bran muffins, and one banquet of eggs AND bacon, (I do not even cook when I am fully conscious. The *best* my kids can hope for in the early hours are Eggos. The new awesome microwave kind. Judge away.)

It was all fun and games, and then it was Lulu’s turn.

Lulu was eating breakfast when she got a funny feeling
She looked up and there she saw her Pirate’s Booty on the ceiling
WHAT?!
They must have fallen UP
instead of falling DOWN
because usually her Pirate’s Booty go Ker
SPLAT
right on the ground

That’s right.

In my defense, Lu had slept in until the very moment we had to run out the door to drop Cole at school – I had packed clothes so we could change out of her pajamas AT Aardvarks, so it was not our most “together” morning. And, also, I did pack a few healthier options – I had intended the Booty as a later afternoon snack – but she saw it and grabbed it out of the bag, and I didn’t argue it.

Yup. Mother of the Year, right here.