Teeny babies & yummy goodness!

Everyone who knows me well knows - I am terrified of children. Terrified of birthing them, raising them, being around them.. the works.
But this one melted my heart like the Grinch's:Meet Grayson Bostic Tubbs. Little brother the Laynie Grace, son to Katie and Brian. He is almost 2 weeks old. He had his little eyes open when I first showed up but basically stayed in that position the entire 1.5 hours i was there. I was afraid to touch him so i just rocked the little deal he was in with my hand and stared at him while Katie dealt with Laynie pulling her cousin Lindsay's hair and such. Laynie is 3 and maybe a little peeved at the newcomer.

Sunday when we got back from Palestine I took on the endeavor of making Sara's cinnamon rolls. It took me like 3 hours when it was all said and done. The longest part was the bread maker - it took over an hour to get the dough all pummeled and risen and such. Then it was sweet sticky yummy dough.
Here are a few pics of the process:I LOVE my butcher block, built lovingly by my grandfather's hands over 20 years ago.Raising in the dish...

Bubbling in the oven...Done!
The runt of the litter there in the left upper corner was the taste tester. Lee, who claims "I don't like cinnamon rolls" agreed to try one once he smelled them ( he said "I don't like sweet breakfast"). I cut it in half and took it in on a plate. He took one bite and was like "Mmmmmmomigawdmmmmm"
I said "Well let me get my half!"
He said "You can't take mine!"
So i guess we like cinnamon rolls now...

While I was slaving away in my kitchen, the dogs were recovering from "Camp Nash (where they go to Lee's parents when we leave town.)"

All in all it was a good weekend, just a little rushed is all.
Off to dig into a roll, I brought them to the office!