Bread dough

It was so nice to have time to lounge around over winter break and do things like make bread. Lindsay became quite enamored of the whole process, insisting on periodic inspection of the dough preparation. She especially liked the kneading. It came as little surprise, therefore, when in the midst of playing with my belly, she pressed it inward and away from her and exclaimed, “bread dough!”

Here are a few new words we wish she didn’t know yet (no, not any of those yet):

  • mee-no = Cheetoh, but they’re organic Cheetohs, so they’re OK.
  • muh-dawn = McDonald’s, which she recognizes by the french fries
  • NO!