Once or sometimes twice a week since Ryan was a baby my parents and I have met at "the bagel shop" for breakfast. Ryan was brought in his carrier as a baby and so was McKenzie. They think this is just what we do on Wednesday mornings and we all look so forward to it. The kids would start out just getting small bites of our bagel when they were little to now splitting a whole bagel and a blueberry muffin. McKenzie fights me for my cream cheese and begs for more. Sometimes we wonder if she would even care if she had a bagel with her cream cheese as she sticks all her fingers in it and stuffs them in her mouth. Kenzie normally ends up out of the high chair and walking around the table or in poppy's arms and Ryan ends up making some kind of super hero with the leftovers and some coffee sticks and plays with Emme.
When I was a kid I always remember going to a place called Mavrick Market on the way home from daycare/school and as the story was told I would cry to whole way there due to being exhausted from the long day. I remember going in and looking at every piece of candy thinking how hard it was just to pick one thing. I loved that place and looked forward to it each day. Now I feel as though this is my kids Mavrick Market. It is such a fun little tradition that I hope we will enjoy a for long time.