I’ve led to the fact that my mom is a horrible cook but every Christmas morning she insists on whipping up breakfast for us. Apparently this is in place of putting coal in our stocking?
Kidding…kinda. Any guess what this is? Those are pancakes. Yes, pancakes.
After that small little disaster (those were her SECOND batch) she let me assist in the kitchen.
Breakfast didn’t turn out half as bad as we expected after viewing the “pancakes” but she kept claiming this to be her “Best Meal EVER”. I’m still not sure she is my mother
After breakfast we sat down to open gifts.
As soon as I opened my Santa gift I was completely shocked!
Vitamix!!! Santa must read my blog??
Lots of happy faces!
We headed over to Grandma’s house in our jammies (tradition) for Christmas dinner.
Broccoli Cheesy Rice, Cornbread Stuffing w/ Sausage, Turkey, Mashed Potatoes, Rolls & Gravy. I think we gained about 5 pounds with the constant eating we did in Maryland.
Back to the gym we go…