Sometimes, you just have to improvise.

Charlotte’s been drinking a bit of goat’s milk lately. Momma’s body doesn’t do so good at supporting three, unfortunately. So when Charlotte woke up as I was making bread the other day, she nursed while I measured out salt and flour. But when she was finished – and yet not – out came the bottle. Except forming loaves with a baby and bottle in hand isn’t something I’m quite coordinated enough for. All the kids were outside sledding, and I had to do a bit of improvising…

…turns out, hotpads work well enough for a momentary prop – just until I could get the dough off my hands.