It’s mama’s birthday today. The first one without her here.
My emotions and focus are all over the map today. I want to cry, and I want to celebrate her, and I want to be grateful her suffering is over and her pain gone, but mostly — like always — I just want to talk to her.
I miss you mama. Happy birthday.
…the boy still won’t sleep. It’s godawful infuriating. And being pg/hormonal I’m impatient already, so lack of sleep and personal time is wearing my nerves thin.
These two-year molars better make their appearance damn soon, because this teething crap has gone on long enough.
They should just be born with teeth.
I love my homemade bread. It’s rustic, flavorful, and the whole process is satisfying. Even when I whine about how long it all takes, I’m secretly very pleased about it all. Ok, maybe not so secretly.
Sourdough loaves I baked last night from my wild yeast starter:
And, yes, I’m aware that taking pictures of my bread is a wee bit strange. Deal. It’s damn yummy bread.
(If you’re at all curious, this is the recipe I used. My crumb isn’t that open yet. Give me time.)
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