I have a confession...I love cinnamon toast. Mmmm. It reminds me of my childhood when my brother and I would eat breakfast at school. I shudder to think of the "healthy food" they fed us, but the cinnamon toast was memorable. I'm munching some now. Really, how can you go wrong with homemade bread (at least it's wheat), real butter, a touch of cinnamon, and a lot of sugar?
I really do have some posts to share. I've been working in the evenings a bit, which is the bulk of my computer time. I also (brace yourself here) finally started Second Daughter's baby book. She's only 18 months old so I'm still ok. It's not until you start counting in years, rather than months, that it gets really embarrassing. Right?