Chris and I baked bread this afternoon. Well, he helped me dump ingredients into the breadmaker. The last thing to go in was the yeast, but I need one more thing. When I turned back to the counter, Chris was holding the bag of yeast over the pan. He looked up and said of his handiwork, "Good dumping".
"Chris, how much yeast did you put in?"
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Last night, when I put him to bed, we found Joey curled up on his pillow. Chris happily snuggled up next to her. When she came down to join us in the kitchen a few minutes later, he cried for a bit. I gave him the giant stuffed dog uncle Mike gave him last year, and he used it as a pillow all night. We didn't hear another peep from him.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
For those who don't know about it (most of you), Edaville is something like a local amusement park in the cranberry bogs south of Boston. It was apparently huge back before the days of SixFlags. There is a roughly 1/2 scale train that goes around through the bogs, and in the middle is a collection of carnival rides and a train/cranberry museum. This time of year, they set up tons of lights around the tracks.
We went on a few rides before and after, but the train ride was the highlight. Chris kept running across the car to see everything on both sides.