I have fond memories of my Nonnie (that's what I called my mom's mom) pulling up a chair to the kitchen counter for me to make my own small loaf of bread or some of her famous pizza. My Nonnie was a master in the kitchen and when she was watching me, she would share her love of cooking with me. Some of my favorite childhood memories are doing just that. Which is why I love seeing my mom do the same with my niece Alana. Alana slept over for the first time at my parents' house. We read 5 books and then did our favorite little rhyme back rub - criss cross applesauce. She fell right asleep and then in the morning we had pancakes thanks to Grandmo and Alana.
