I love to make breads, cookies, pies, cakes, pastries. You name it, I love to bake it. Actually, I love sampling more, but that's a story for another day.
By far, though, my favorite thing to bake are buns.
As in, the oven.
You see that little non-descript blob towards the bottom?
Well, that's MY blob, complete with heartbeat, thank you very much.
Thankfully, he/she won't look very blob like when he/she comes out in February. Oh, no. There will be ten little toes, ten little fingers and hopefully, two little dimples like his/her big brothers. Oh and a head full of hair wouldn't be bad either.
Just putting my requests in early.
Now, I'll get even more of "Are ALL those kids yours?" and "Wow. You have your hands full."
I'm still working on a terribly witty response. So far, I got nothing.
So, if you catch me eating butterscotch oatmeal cookies for breakfast, well, now you know why.
Don't judge me.
PS This Little One already has a story of his/her own. It's long, it's teary, it's God working in our lives. Yet again, a story for another day. I'll share later.
Oh, gosh. I almost forgot. This is linked up to Sharon's Just for the Joy of It Thursdays at The Good, True and Beautiful, because this DEFINITELY brings me joy.