Dough Day

We should have called Monday "Dough Day." (Not to be confused with hunting's Doe Day.) I hadn't made bread in a while because I've been out of good yeast and my wonderful friend Kathryn just sent me a big box of yeast from UT, so I didn't have an excuse not to make bread. (Perhaps I could have just bought some online...)

Anyway, during the bread-making extravaganza, Cat was standing on a stool helping me stir the dough, then knead it, and Jack really wanted in on the action, mostly because he likes to sample. I was trying to be quick, though, and I wanted it to turn out yummy, so I didn't pick him up or put him on the counter. Instead, he got up on the stool every chance he got, reached his little hand into the dough/flour, and grabbed whatever he could. Usually he just got a handful of flour, but once in a while he got a pinch of dough, too. Of course I didn't wear an apron. And I was wearing my favorite yoga pants, which happen to be black. This is what my pants looked like after the bread-making. If you look closely, you will see actual handprints.

I decided I would then let the kids play with dough that was meant to be played with, and we got out some play dough that Cat and I made several weeks ago. This wasn't so smart, though, since eating dough was so fresh on Jack's mind, that all he really wanted to do with the play dough was eat that too. At least it was the homemade kind, so I know it wasn't toxic.