Waffles, Waffles and More Waffles
The story I'm about to tell is a little odd. I figure it's best if I warn you ahead of time so you don't read this and then reach out saying "Christine, that's a weird story." I embrace my particular brand of weird, but you should know what you're getting into. A lot of people have certain bench marks for being a grown up. Their first car, the first apartment they live in by themselves, the super dream job. My definition of adulthood when I was 19 was owning a fancy cappuccino maker and a Belgian Waffle maker from Williams Sonoma. What can I say, I dig breakfast...like A LOT! When I moved out to live with the man who would become my hubby (way before Ivy was born) my mom bought me both as a gift to show me how proud she was of me. I loved those two kitchen appliances so much! Fast forward more than a few years and I was the mother of two selective eaters. What was one of the only things that the two o...