The kids are napping, and I was making our bed. I heard the house creak, and then heard the wind howl a little outside, so I knew that's the reason for the house creak. I continue to make the bed, turn to go to the other side, and there's a person! "Um, Mommy?" Hannah. She'd gotten up and come into my bedroom. I was very glad I didn't say anything that she shouldn't hear (and by that I mean, crap or shoot, or crap shoot for that matter).
I said, "Oh, Hannah! GOOD. NESS. You scared me!" and ran and grabbed her. I guess I thought that if I grabbed her and hugged her, then she wouldn't seem so scary. Not that a 3 feet tall person could be scary...well, I won't generalize...not this 3 feet tall person anyway. She's pretty harmless. Unless you're a fly. Then she's lethal.
Jennie, this post makes me remember the wonderful days of yesteryear when the boys were here and Karon did all her own baking, everything made from scratch, no mixes allowed! We had wonderful breads, cakes, cookies, pies, you name it. She had her own sourdough starter that had to be fed from time to time. She also made many recipes for dinners, German, Italian, Mexican, every meal was a treat!
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Just think of the memories your husband and kids will have from your cooking and baking!
We also have the sourdough starter that you feed with sugar, water and potato flakes. We love that sourdough bread! :) I'm glad I could help bring back memories. :)
ReplyDeleteWell, in the process of changing my browser so I could post a reply (I had third party cookies turned off and that is a no-no with Google) I ended up replying to the wrong post. No matter...you figured it out. I bet you had an odd expression on your face when Hannah scared you...
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