Today we were lucky enough to be invited to a pancake breakfast with Santa Claus. It was the perfect way to spend our Saturday morning. The infamous Chris Cakes catered and we had so much fun catching our pancakes as the chef launched the little buggers at us quicker than we could pick up our plates. Many pancakes hit the floor, resulting in a few tears, but it was a lot of fun. Even Santa and Mrs. Claus tried their hand at pancake catching. As usual, you will find a few too many pictures documenting our most splendid morning kicking off the holiday season.
Pancake meltdown. The syrup was NOT supposed to be on the pancake. Also, his pancake is broken.
My Dad with Hazel.
My lovely husband. A rare opportunity to snap a candid photo of him.
Hugh and my Mom admiring the tree
Hugh's "girlfriend", Jacie, insisted on being part of our family photo.
I smell trouble! He's only three!
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