Garth is teaching me patience. Not because he’s complicated. Not because he’s needy. Not because he requires some lullabies, because every five minutes I want to clean his playpen and feed him again.
He’s got bubbles. He’s doing fine. He’s just sitting there being sourdough. I’m hovering over him like an overprotective mom.
Maybe he’s hungry. Maybe he needs fresh flour. Maybe I should scrape the sides. Maybe I should just start over. Poor Garth is probably in there yelling, “Woman, I just ate!”
I’ve checked on him 17 times today and it’s only 9:20 am. At this point, I don’t even know if I’m making bread or raising another child. Last night I cleaned his playpen and he already made a mess..like he had a blowout or threw up a little.
Party on, Garth. I’ll try to let you ferment in peace. 🥖
Whining, Wine-ing & Winning 
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