Breakfast out

My daughter turned 2 last Friday, and to celebrate I did what all Dad’s surely do with their kids at this age: I took her out for breakfast.

Before our Little Girl was born, her Mum and Dad had a routine: on Saturday morning’s we went to the café for raison toast and coffee, to read the paper and have a chat about the week. We did this in Wangaratta and kept it going when we moved to Ballarat.

Little Girl was born on a Tuesday, and after a good stay in hospital we were set to take her home on the next Saturday morning. My wife was worn out and had cabin fever from being inside a hospital for nearly a week, so we went to the café on the way home – with a brand new baby. She slept the whole time, others adored her and we enjoyed having her out with us.

The routine continued from there: we took her out each weekend and started to try out new places that were suitable for littlies. Now it’s something I do with her, and my wife takes some time out. We have settled on a place in Sturt Street, it’s her favourite and mine.

She is now a fully fledged café regular, and knows what she wants when we get there – she asks for a coffeeeeee and a discuit, please. But not last week – this was special, her second birthday, so she was able to have hancakes and coffeeeee. I had bircher muesli, and coffee too.

We had great fun, just the two of us sharing breakfast early on a Friday. Good times.