Breaking bread

Sundays I head out to the grocery store while the girls are napping. And most Sundays I buy a loaf of fresh bakery bread and most of the time it's still warm. Mmmmm. I will tell you I do this because the girls really like it -- but that's a lie -- oh, they do like it -- but I buy it because I really like it. I could eat the whole loaf myself slathered in butter. And I will never admit to doing that either. I will say that the girls have picked up on my Sunday bread and butter habit. It could be worse - right? Normally I give them a piece of bread to keep them quite/busy while I cook dinner. It started with giving them bread without butter on it so that they could walk around with it and not get butter on everything. But a few times I gave them a bite of my piece with butter on it. Needless to say, I now get the bread handed back to me from both of them if there is no butter on it. Yes, I have created bread and butter monsters. But that's better than cookie monsters -- isn't it?


Yesterday was no different than any other Sunday. But yesterday, they disappeared and got really quite -- never a good sign. When I went to find the little monsters, I found then sitting on the floor in the kitchen next to the table enjoying their bread and butter. The camera just happened to be sitting on the snack bar so I was also to get these sweet shots of them.







Did I tell you I just love these girls?

Sometimes they can be so sweet and good, and sisterly.