Twelve loaves...but no fish.....

Matt baked 12 loaves of bread....one for each apartment in our complex.  I did up a card and he took them around and left them at each of the doors.

Brittney rolled out the croissants and I baked and iced them while she later went shopping.

The funeral was a good walk down memory lane and God was made known in that place.

Tomorrow another busy day....birth day that is!  Matt would like his father's BBQ'd ribs....well, not HIS ribs....but you know what I mean.  We will attempt to give him a special day in the midst of Christmas wrap and ribbons and bows....as special as he is to us!

 And there you have it.  Kids doing the baking and doing a great job too!  Perhaps we need to start up a "Bake Shop"?

Sleep well out there.....