today we are home for the second day. we still have clothes in our suitcases and stuff to organize, but i decided that this is the day i make my first loaf of bread. So far it seems like a lot of work, but frank and i are enjoying it. we stood and watched the dough hook on the mixer throw the sticky dough around the bowl for 10 minutes as i kept adding more and more flour hoping that it would eventually turn, "smooth and elastic." soon, i will go and "punch it down" and then proceed to put it in a pan and do some more waiting while it rises again. all i know is that if you were a real pioneer woman, you had to plan your meals ahead of time. apparently one cannot be in a hurry while baking bread.
as i was cutting a hot dog in half to split between the boys, i was reminded of King Solomon and his wisdom and about the two ladies who each claimed that the baby was theirs, and how Solomon told them to cut the baby in half...anyway, you know the story...i told this to frank while i was cutting the hot dog up...but apparently i did not clearly explain how the baby DID NOT get cut in half, because the look on his face was in horror when i said, "isn't that a great story?" i guess i won't be sharing that one with a four year old again.
frank said that the brown on my head is "wearing off."
ford has cut his lip once, and bumped his head twice today.
michael is home for the weekend,
and it is really humid outside - all is right with the world today.
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