So when I left Thursday morning for my last cooking camp class( and last long term obligation for several weeks) at 7 in the morning, it was 84 degrees. Gee. Camp turned out to really be a lot of work and I was very glad to be almost done.
Here the ingredients are lined up for 18 children to make one batch of bread that would become one small loaf of cinnamon bread, one plain and one garlic.
While the bread was rising, we made kool-aid playdough.
I hurriedly packed and cleaned and rushed home to get things ready for Playdate, as plans had been neglected in all the needy car, wrecked car, new truck, camp situation.
I'm never more thankful for technology than after Playdate, when I can look at and remember pictures of our day.
There are always several highlights of the day, so I'll share them here.
Wee Willie paid us another visit. I fear we are a tribe simply besotted with babies, the lot of us. Land's, you'd think by now we would have had our fill, but no way.
Diggin' in his white Sunday pumps is a bit unusual and whole lot hysterical.
Yesterday he got in the driver's side and he finally made the connection that it was his ownest little foot that made it go and from then on it was an absolute joy ride for all of us. That big mulberry grin is precious to me.
I love the way they switch play friends through the day, and share each other's joy- Sweet!