Hello to all my new readers! I’m seeing hits from India and Australia. Welcome to my small and bread-filled world. This week has been especially busy. Last night I got on the phone with a friend, hooked on my Bluetooth,…
Hello to all my new readers! I’m seeing hits from India and Australia. Welcome to my small and bread-filled world. This week has been especially busy. Last night I got on the phone with a friend, hooked on my Bluetooth,…
Bay Harbat now puts her stuffed animals to sleep. I don’t know how she learned this unless it was from seeing the teachers put kids down for naptime at school. Last night she spent fifteen minutes carefully laying down Kitty…
Last night I stepped into my zebra-stripe boots, cocked my purple fur cowboy hat to the side just so, and baked up some funky cinnamon bread. It was a stone cold groove, cat. Actually, I didn’t like James Beard’s…
I used to work with a guy that had multiple food allergies ranging from wheat gluten to chocolate. He said he shopped the outside of the grocery store—produce, meats, dairy, and bakery. That way he avoided all the pre-made and…
Figuratively. Each day she talks more and more, albeit in her own language. She is getting adept at repeating sounds and recognizing new words. Already I can see she is leaving behind hand signs and wanting to vocalize what she…
Public tension is threatening to disrupt society over my blog and delightfully pedestrian musings, particularly over the provenance of my daughter’s nickname. I say unto the masses, “Be calm. The explanation is here.” Baby Harbat. The first part is…