Breakfast for baby.

I cook quite a fair bit, but it’s usually for myself. Unless my mother goes out, she’s usually the one cooking.

Well, it’s the weekend and she’s off to a convention and I thought it was a perfect opportunity to cook for the love of my life. Sadly thought, I have this “everything needs to be perfect” kind of syndrome and was worried that it wouldn’t turn out nice, but hey, after all the effort I put into that plate of breakfast, seeing him enjoy it made me happy!