Omelets

Yesterday when I woke up, I went straight to the computer because there was something that I was waiting for. I got carried away clicking on all of your blog sites, and spent a little more time than I had planned in the seat. As I was reading, I heard dishes clanking and assumed that the kids were downstairs "cutting up the table," so I didn't pay too much attention to it. A few minutes later, I began to smell food cooking. Just as I was closing out the page I was reading, Summer came in to take my order. "Would I like mushrooms or cheese on my omelet?" That was my cue to run downstairs!
The picture is me (my order) and the squares are my cheese for my omelet.

Sure enough, T. Jay was making omelets. He had the cooking spray out, the pan was on Medium heat and he was flipping a perfectly executed omelet. I was greeted with,"Hi Mom, I'm making omelets! What would you like on yours?" He is getting way too big, people!

My kitchen staff at work. Who's doing the dishes guys?

* when I was telling Jess about this, he asked me if I told T Jay that he needed to have an adult around when he is cooking, I guess I need to do that.

* I learned how to spell omelet (I thought it was omlet) writing this post. Kind of sad that there are still words out there that I don't know how they are spelled.

P.S. Matthew got a dart gun. It's a lot of fun!