That’s Ty’s Bread
It was a busy weekend. Friday morning, we went to the park – where I was most complimented by a schoolgirl. About two weeks ago, we went to the same park, and I started talking to a girl there who asked me how to do cartwheels. She talked to the boys and the baby, then went on her way. Well, she was there again on Friday (the park is hosting summer camp field activities), and recognized me. She waved as she ran past, shouting, “Hi, Girl that was here last time!”
Girl!??! Woohoo! I don’t look like I’m pushing 30!
So we walked home – or *I* walked home while carrying Taylor and pulling the boys in the Radio Flyer wagon… those Army days paid off, I guess. We showered, washed diapers, homeschooled, went to the bank, then grocery store.
And forgot to buy bread.
So I made bread. And the entire loaf was eaten for breakfast on Saturday morning! Must’ve been good. haha! So I made another loaf, and I caught Ty with the WHOLE THING, munching on it like it was an apple. He climbed into Taylor’s crib and hid from Kyle. Kyle came up to me, asking for bread.
“Where’s the bread?” I asked.
“Kylie,” (which is what Kyle calls Ty), “won’t give me bread,” he whined.
“Won’t give you bread?”
HUH?
So I went looking for Ty, and there he was, content as a cricket, binging on what seemed like a delicious loaf of whole wheat bread. Of course, I made it with my own two hands – and the recipe *does* call for putting the love that I have for my family into kneading the dough.
Saturday, we made some crafts, the boys and me. Taylor napped, ate, sat around, put toys in her mouth, napped, ate… you know, the regular routine of hers. We watched Matthew Broderick in The Music Man on DVD, and Ty and I played the “Memory” board game, which he doesn’t really play the way it’s supposed to be, but he has his own rules that he follows meticulously, so whatever. As long as he’s following SOMEONE’s rules.
While I went out with Taylor to the grocery store to buy some bread (I’m not about to bake four loaves in three days), the boys fell asleep, so all is quiet once more.
:::relaxing ahhhhhh…..:::
I love playing with my kids. I also love their angel faces when they are asleep. 
