I've been slightly addicted to this lovely place in the last few weeks. I was tearfully introduced on the day her sweet miracle was born (have you gone to check the link yet? what's that? she's too interesting and you forgot to come back to my blog?) and now I'm all eagerness to read her latest - with no more tears - just giggles. Because she is like me, only more. More simple, more focused, more photos, more kids. I'm a bit every-which-way. It causes my family to ask strange things, like whether they will be fed.
Tonight I was inspired to make something yummy that Kevin raved about at a potluck. Well, it didn't really turn out (typical) - but the pretzel rolls were still fun even if nobody raved about them but sweet loves-it-all-Isaac. It's always fun to fish a blob of dough out of boiling water. No really, it's always fun to knead with the kids. They are so engaged. What thrill. Ruby asked for help with a drink later, I flashed my gooed hands and said "just a minute". She says "just lick em clean, Mom!" What?!?! Yep. She still likes to taste the flour. It's important to taste everything while cooking with Mom. I'm sure there is a spiritual application there, but I just can't muster it up tonight.
And yes, they were wearing their jammies in this photo. Big brother was still out in the woods and we were having a Pajama party. Waiting for our Thanksgiving travelers to arrive.
Well, I didn't click over to my own blog and get lost in my own story. I stayed here and read your whole darling post:) Good luck and enjoy your sweeties (And don't worry, sometimes mine have to ask if they'll get fed, too!).
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