Lately, Holden’s first request in the morning is for a bowl of pasta.  He pads into our bedroom, clambers onto our bed, and whines “PASTA!!  Please!  PASTA!”

Tonight I made a huge batch of whole wheat pasta and stuck it in a Tupperware container in the fridge.  Tomorrow morning, when he asks for pasta for breakfast, I will put the whole container on the counter, and I will stumble back to bed and fall asleep again while he is eating.