After having 4 kids and travelling a fair bit with all of them, I just may have learned something - trying to get down to the restaurant for breakfast and retain any sense of sanity is futile. Add Tatyanna's erratic sleep schedule and specialized feeding needs to the mix and mornings become even more chaotic. But really, what could be more fun than eating cereral from a tiny box?
My grandma used to buy those for my sister and I whenever we stayed the night at her house. We thought it was the coolest thing ever :-)
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