Yes, this blog is still functioning.  No, I have not forgotten about it.  I’ve created many a witty post in my noggin - things regarding:

• my bebe turning one and then turning thirteen months
• going camping/rafting with friends and managing to come home *not* having had to go to the hospital
• sharing what a travesty it is that Will was voted off of SYTYCD (America, for shame, for shame)
• in-laws coming to visit and going to the zoo
• in-ground sprinklers being installed
• water pipes breaking while out of town creating an unknown scary water bill and existing in the biggest tent ever (aka my waterless house)
• being up at the ‘rents for a week plus and having my every need catered to (including getting to work out every day on a machine, not working out by pushing 70+ pounds of bebes and double stroller up the Wine Country hills)
• having my bubba come visit with presents for everyone (including ds games for the mama which I can’t put down - ask the children:  they’re hungry)
• being married for five years (which we’ll celebrate . . . one of these days .. . maybe at around seven years, at the rate we deal with things)
• Etc., etc., etc.

But no:  what has motivated me to dust off the ol’ blogging keyborad (dusty like the rest of my house) is two-fold:

1)  The bucket’o'fuss (aka Abe) is sitting quietly playing with books at my feet and I dare not move lest the happy trance be broken and he remembers that the world is a cruel, harsh place (see above regarding SYTYCD - seriously, America:  that never would’ve happened in Canada).

2)  As I IMed my husband this morning:  BAKERY’S OPEN!!!  BAKERY’S OPEN!!! BAKERY’S OPEN!!!

We live in a little town, a blip on the way from one suburb to another.  But in this teeny town, there are a few good things:  BBQ, Chinese food, and a bakery.  Except the bakery closed.  Which was a cruel, cruel thing to have happen to a post-partum mama who enjoyed supporting local business and local carbs.  And her bebes enjoyed supporting local carbs (they’ll get on the local business part someday soon).

One day it was just not open:  the open sign was gone.  I kept looking.  Another day the hours sign was taken down, and I think perhaps a “closed indefiniately” sign was in its place.  That was a bad, bad day.

But the business never changed.  The tables stayed in place; the businesss sign was still up.  So everytime I went to the next suburb, I looked, I grieved, and I drove on.  Today was no different:  looking, grieving, driving.  After hitting all my typical Friday-shopping-cheap stores, I thought, “Hmm, we need some treats.  Oooh, Great Harvest Bread Co. hands out free bread:  mmmm.”  So we went.  We ate.  And we purchased;  Honey Whole Wheat (right out of the oven) and Wheat Cinnamon Chip (for breakfast parade munchies:  it’s good to know folks who live on a parade route).

Driving home.  Happy all is well.  One boy eating still, one boy sleeping.  Looking.  Getting ready to grieve.  But wait:  there’s an open sign.  Flipping head quickly:  new signage with hours!  And another open sign!

I kid you not:  I giggled all the way home.  Yes, pathetic.  But I *love* having a local bakery, one that I can walk to with the bebes, one that I can say, “Hey, yes, I can bring bread to your function:  bread from *my* bakery.”  Could I learn to bake bread?  Sure:  but it’s so much more fun to go get bread and have the bakers say, “Can we give you kiddos cookies?” and pass out a peanut butter cookie the size of your head.  Peanut butter - because it has protein. 

Well, the clicking of the keys alerted the yowler that I had something I desired to do more than revel in his “Now that I’m one and your return policy has expired, I can throw tantrums because you can’t send me back.  Nee-ner-nee-ner”, I’d best publish.

I may be back.  If I can find something *someone* enjoys more than being Irish.  Or if I keep the loaf of whole wheat bread next to my desk and shove a little larger than bite sized pieces into *someone’s* mouth.

Yay, my bakery. 

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