Daily Bread

Mom baked some homemade bread.  When she does this, sometimes, she lets me help knead the dough.  I pat it, making sure that it has enough flour. 

Who am I kidding?  I don't do any of the manual labor.  I supervise the entire operation from my Bumbo seat.  Mom does most of the dirty work.  Until now, Mom never really shared any hot bread with me.  But, boy, this evening, she did.

There is something about the taste of warm bread straight from the oven.  I don't think I'll ever eat Gerber purees again.  Unlike Mom, I tried to share my piece with her.  But, she preferred the piece that wasn't completely soaked in drool. 

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  1. UnknownMarch 14, 2010 at 6:42 AM

    He's gonna be a little lady crusher! Look at that hair! Can't wait to see him again Sas! And I guess you too.

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