I used to bake. I used to bake a lot, but my kids don't eat baked goods and I end up eating them all. But baking makes me feel good-- homey, comforted, useful. So today I baked. Two apple pies, two loaves of sandwich bread and a loaf of cinnamon bread. From scratch. My Little House on the Prairie roots were showing.
Emma had a great day at preschool and came home to "help" me. While I mixed the flour, sugar, yeast, and milk, Emma made her own concoction.
Her ingredients? Flour, water, sugar and a stolen half can of Diet Coke. Yum.
But that got old, so when Mommy wasn't looking she moved to Mommy's side.
(Why, yes. That is half of an apple on the floor.)
What's this, you ask? Emma has moved the bar stool to access the water dispenser. Never underestimate the power of water added to a floury
Fifi is doing better today. She is falling less so the steroids must be working, but she's not all there either. The only thing we can do is wait. Thank you for all your kinds words and prayers!