Day 17...

Okay, so our 4 y/o practically ate a bowl full of sugar for breakfast this morning, and guess what? Not my fault. Hubby was up and going way before me this morning, and she woke up right before me too, and she wanted cake. I would have made her wait until she had at least a piece of toast, but not dear hubby. He gave her, what I would consider a giant wedge of cake, and she ate all of it, minus possibly three bites. So, after I cleaned all of the crumbs off of the table, the baby and I ate eggs and fried tortillas, probably not much better than the cake, but in my opinion, not much else tastes better than flour tortillas fried in butter until crispy! Promise to myself, start again tomorrow...