No, the children are not out of school for the summer yet, (not till next week!) but this is a Sunday-after-church photo of dear Grace, wearing her new long dress from Old Navy and holding a kitten.
And then she took a picture of me, holding the same kitten. Don’t you just love the new maxi-dress styles? The stripes were a daring decision. A older man at church (the teasing type) saw me walking Sarah to her Sunday school class and called after me, “Did they just let you out of jail, Shanda?” And then, David leaned over upstairs during the message and whispered, “Mom. You look just like a zebra today. Did you do that on purpose?”
Did he HONESTLY think I would make a decision like that?
THEN, Caleb brought home an invitation to a birthday party and said, “Mom, it’s a good thing you bought that new dress!” It’s a ZEBRA party! Whoever wears the most stripes gets a prize. Astounding.
I love my new dress! It makes me laugh.
It was a good morning to bake bread. It was raining outside and we needed bread. No way was I going to go to the store! I mixed up a big batch of dough with Seth and Sarah “helping” and kittens attacking my feet.
They love to eat a little bit of raw dough……..
I get feelings of joy and pride when I see a bowl of risen dough. “It’s growing so nicely!”
I formed three loaves, a dozen rolls for sandwiches, and a small pan of caramel cinnamon rolls.
My mother is my inspiration, she bakes all her own bread. I just do it as a treat now and then.
FRESH FROM THE OVEN:
freshly baked rolls
sky high bread
caramel cinnamon rolls
a view from above
on this rainy morning, the house is warm and filled with the scent of homemade bread
I love working on my journals, but tend to go at spurts. I’m currently in a productive spurt….I glued in a letter than I got yesterday from cherylyn, and added a few more pictures (cut from magazines) and quotes from the devotional books I’m reading.
“The more you realize your self, the less you will seek God.” Oswald Chambers
“It is a privilege to be chosen. He has called you by your name. You belong to Him in a special way. You are precious to Him because He loves you and He has poured love into your heart to be able for you to give that love to others.” Mother Teresa
A story of mischief.
Yesterday, Sarah woke up from her nap before Seth did. She was playing quietly and as Seth was still napping, I was not suspicious, because they tend to find trouble only when they are TOGETHER and alone, but Sarah usually plays in solitude like a perfect angel. She was out of my sight and when I finally went to check on her, the scent of nail polish almost overwhelmed me.
She had painted her leg all the way up and over the knee (front only).
“I started to paint my nails …. but then I painted my leg!” she chirped.
I had to take her to the tub and scrub it off with nail polish remover.
And then I had go get Jacob from school.
But first I went to Rite Aid to buy a couple pretty cards to send to friends.
And then I got Jacob. But I was late.
And then we went back home to start dinner. We had homemade Salisbury steak, parsley potatoes, and cucumber salad.
Then it was time to clean the kitchen.
And then, and then, and then……..
it was a good morning to bake bread!
Life is good.