Breakfast, Pumpkins, Crepes

I find it sometimes really difficult to keep traditions alive.  During the week you are running around crazy and then by the weekend you are so beat you just want to be thoroughly entertained by restaurants, mindless television, and laying on the couch (one of my favorite pastimes).

This weekend my focus was making memories.  Friday none of us were feeling great so we spent the evening home and rested well.  Saturday morning we had my mom and dad over for breakfast and the evening was pumpkin carving.  Sunday after a nice lunch with friends, after our nap, and after a little mindless television and couch laying (I had to squeeze it in...just a little) I decided to enlighten Bella to a Grandma Owens' crepes.  I did this in the spirit of trying to make memories and get traditions going.  I had never made them for Bella before....or anyone else for that matter, but I gave it a shot.  When Bella asked what I was making and I replied crepes she said "ewwwwww!"  Once she saw the cinnamon and butter she began to be intrigued.

My grandmother always made them for me.  Every visit.  If I close my eyes- I'm in that kitchen: ducks, plastic table cloth, butter on the table, glass shaker with cinnamon sugar in it, and black & white chairs.  She made them so fantastically- they were always perfect, always hot, and always circular.

However every once and while she would get one that was little misshaped and she always ate it.  I felt bad because she gave me the ones that always looked perfect.  Today when I made them for Bella before I even realized it, I ate the two that in no way favored the resemblance of circles.  You know what, I didn't even mind.  I bet that is exactly how she felt.  It made me smile and it made me miss her.