To make it down the Cape for our vacation without sitting in 1,000 hours of traffic at the bridge we left at 7am. Of course, we couldn't check in to our cottage until noon.
The solution to killing that much time with a baby starts with breakfast.
Bellerina got a special treat, blueberry pancakes.
I ordered the children's size.
I'm not sure how large the children are who typically go to this restaurant, but clearly they only serve children of NBA players, who are trying to break Guiness World Records.
When Bellerina's pancakes came (that's right, plural), there were two enormous plate sized pancakes stacked on top of each other. Without exaggeration I'm guessing 10 inches across, with a 3/4 inch thickness. Insane.
Bellerina was undaunted as she dove in to the blueberry goodness.
After she had finished 3/4 of the first pancake, and showed no signs of slowing down I literally couldn't watch her eat anymore.
Where she put 6 pounds of pancake I still haven't figured out.
But I totally called breakfast on her and removed the pancake.
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