Bread Dread

The house is DEAD quiet. DH took the kids to the art car show this morning and K is napping. The bad news? With two loaves half done in the oven, the oven went kaput! They are sadly fallen. Really quite pathetic looking. But I am happily on the computer blogging away, hey, it IS Saturday after all and I figure I am going to get a new stove out of it today so it's all good. I have been working with one burner only that works and an oven that lets off an amazingly electrical smell when baking, so two loaves is a small sacrifice. Even if one of them WAS my delish cinnamon bread. (Yes Fearless, it was going to be the EXPERIMENTAL one!) Ah well.

I am not use to this kind of quiet and am deciding I like it. It won't last anyway and if it did, who would like it then? My little beauties running around doing all their little "girl" stuff.

Things said in a girl house on a regular basis:

1. Mommy, look at the heart I made!
2. Is there something on the back of my pants?
3. Do you want to watch Barbie Nutcracker or Little Women?
4. Can you get this scrunchie out of my hair?
5. Mommy, look at this princess I made!
6.Mommy, look at my skirt when I twirl!
7. Can I help you cook?
8. Will you do my hair in a bun?
9. ewwwwwwwww
10. Mommy, I love you!