Gobblers, Twirlers, Riders

I make about six loaves of bread every week (no, it doesn't last all week) using the no-knead bread method (and this oven). One time when it had just come out of the oven, I said I was tempted to just bite into the whole loaf, and Sam said I should, and I said, aghast, that I couldn't…but then I did. It was great! There is something so good about the texture of it when it's torn instead of sliced. I felt it should be documented.

For the last four babies or so, I don't think I have ever pumped even a drop of breast milk for them! I just haven't been away from them enough that I needed to. But I've been accompanying for the children's choir this year, and I have to pump so that Ziggy can have a bottle while I'm gone. The other kids really love to feed him and watch him happily gulp down the milk.

Sebastian makes the best games for the other children. This was his Airplane. He made tickets and an emergency exit plan, had everyone pack bags of things to entertain them on the journey, turned on the fan when it got too hot, and walked up and down the row serving drinks and snacks. It was probably just as good as a real plane (or better—more space!).

Can you believe Teddy is driving now? It seems like just yesterday that he was a baby!

Speaking of which, we had donuts for Ziggy's half-birthday. (Then we ate his. Yum.)

And:

I don't know why he's in this box,

The very twirliest possible dress,

A bunny dressed up in clothes,

Cold winter sun-haloes,

and Whee!