We partied for Lucy (and Evie) last week, but today is the actual Day Of. In honor of the birthday, I told her I would make her pancakes for breakfast (weekday breakfasts are generally a low-key affair around here--cereal, toast, eggs. Nothing that involves mixing and measuring and getting out the griddle). But for her birthday, I said, we'd do pancakes.

And, I told her she could have whatever she wanted for dinner. Anything, I said. Whatever you like best, I'll make it for you.

She paused. Thought for a minute. Then her eyes lit up.

"I want pancakes... with bacon!"

So, for breakfast we had pancakes, and for dinner we're having them again. This time with bacon. Two breakfasts in one day. She's a girl after her daddy's own heart.