Talking

It is so fun having a three year old.  He actually talks to me.  He tells me what happens in the stories we read, sings back songs we've sung, explains what he did at preschool or during his alone time play.  I can tell him to go get things and he can do it.  He can tell me what he wants, "Will you open the door?"  He's just so fun to watch and interact with.  I wish I was a better writer and could show you how fun and funny he is, but I'm not so you'll just have to take my word for it.

His 18 month old sister on the other hand is using the word "Mom" to its fullest extent possible.  "Mom" or "Mooooom"means everything, "Follow me, I'm hungry, I'm done, Come pick me up, Open the door, Dad, etc"  Now she does use other means to communicate as well.  While holding her she'll often turn my face to look at what she wants me to see.  She points very well and knows how to emphatically nod or shake her head. 

It truly is a joy to watch them both grow and learn in their communication and experiences with the world. 


So what does this have to do with bread?  It is so nice to get feedback from those who enjoy our bread.  Talking with people we learn so many things about them, about us, and most importantly about the bread.  I guess I'm just grateful that we as a species can communicate so well, it truly enriches my life.