My bread was slow on the rise today. It is a little chilly in this house. Which is why I turned the oven on, to help the bread along. But then I realized it was getting late in the day, and decided to bake the bread after the Post Office run. Hmm. Should have left that oven on...I guess it got too cold and the yeast got exhausted trying to keep up with the temperature. Yeah. We're still going to eat it. Probably won't show off our sandwiches to anybody, though.
Suvi is still a bit too short to enjoy running around in the snow. She napped while Theo lollygagged around the yard. For the first few minutes I sat on the step watching him. Then I reached inside the door for a bit of warmth and produced my robe. Held it on my lap for a bit, and soon discovered moving was necessary to stay warm. Followed Theo around with the camera, until my nose was just too cold. Dragged Theo in the house--literally--to have some pumpkin cupcakes and hot cocoa. He's such a little Minnesotan: "Diss is good hot coah-coah." Long, slow and round on those o's.