Breakfast

Yesterday Elizabeth fixed homemade chicken noodle soup. She cooked the chicken herself, made the broth and even went to the trouble of making homemade spaetzle! As most of you mothers probably already know, kids don't always appreciate the trouble you go through to fix a healthy, homemade dinner.
Max had an absolute fit. It was so bad that I had to send him to his room and told him he'd have to eat the soup for breakfast and then for lunch until his bowl was empty. I had to do that with Sophie once when she was that young and by lunch she gobbled up the noodle meal she couldn't stand the night before. To my surprise Max asked for his soup before 9am already and to my even bigger surprise, Alex asked for a bowl, too! Who said chicken noodle soup is not good for your soul?