The wonderful smell for rising dough lifts up to my nose.  This is the same bread that my grandmother taught me how to make.  This is not the stuff that the bread machines make.  I have one of those sitting in my cupboard.  This is the real deal.  The mouth watering aroma that I can hardly wait to sink my teeth into.  The feel of the dough between my fingers as I knead it to the right consistency. 

Watching and praying that I didn't kill the yeast with the warm water that was used.  Then the moment finally arrives, when the dough does start to push up on the terry cloth towel.  Having the pans all ready to accept the dough.

That is the best part,  what to do with the dough, should it be cinnamon buns, dinner rolls, or a much needed loaf of bread.  I think that we will make loaves out of this batch.  And maybe some prized fried bread for lunch.

Then with a smile on my face at the memories that come rushing back to when I was a girl, there are my daughters helping to knead and roll the dough with their own hands.  Learning the secrets of the art from me. Their Mother!

With the twins now 2 1/2 there is now a race between them to see which one will be potty trained the first.  My daughter will refuse to keep any clothes on.  The only way to keep her happy is to go somewhere.  That isn't that bad, only expensive after a while.  The worst part is when she goes outside to play and takes her clothes off while outside.

That is not as bad as my son is now trying to catch up on her.  Tonight he took off his diaper.  The worst part is that it was a full diaper.  The older kids were yelling that he had his diaper off.  Now that is a scream fest in the making.

Give Kids Water and they can play for hours.  That is what is so great about spring showers,  Yesterday it showered off and on all day.  The kids would huddle up under the roof to keep out of the rain, and a few minutes later they would be running out in the yard.

Oh what happened to when you could be so free as to run and not worry about getting your hair messed up, okay I really never cared unless I am going on a date w/ my husband.

What happens when you walk into the walls of a homeschool convention?  Does your heart race with excitement, or are you already running to the vendor hall to look at the new and better things that are there?

That is how life is.  We are always looking for thing to make our lives more exciting.  From the lady there today talking about earthworms that she keeps in her refrigerator to having the Senator talk about his homeschooling experiances.

Spending all this money of course without the kids there and hoping that they are going to like, well at least not run screaming when they see what is in those bags that you brought home with the smile on your face.

That is where I am right now at the local convention this weekend.  No wonder they are so popular!

When you look at your children it is hard to believe what they can accomplish if they decide to do it or not.  When cleaning the house, you can ask --Okay everyone put your dirty clothes down the laundry shoot.  And no one does it or even looks at you.  But when you say "who wants dessert"  everyone including the dog will come running with smiles on their faces. 

      Well it has been cold here again.  The kids have cabin fever in the worst way.  Even though I brought the little playground toy in the living room it has now lost its luster.  Now it is just taking space in my living room.

      I am soooo ready for spring to arrive.  Then I can send the kids to play without having them look like the little kid from "A Christmas Story".  That is what just getting the mail looks like these past few weeks.  Even 40degrees and sunny would be a good start.