Ian was tickled pink when I said I was going to make “honey bread.”  This turned out not to be because he wanted to help me measure and mix the honey-whole wheat dough but because he wanted some honey on a spoon.  Of course I said yes. 

Ian spent this entire (apparently quite boring) phase of the baking in his sandbox.

Punching down the dough, Ian style.

Playing “peek-a-boo” with the resting loaves before they went into pans…

He covered these up all by himself.  “These bread gonna make MORE teeny bubbles.”

Maybe not so pretty, but oh so good. These didn’t finally come out of the oven until Ian went to bed, so we’re going to have to resist the temptation to eat them all before he wakes up in the morning.