Here's Lindsey in the waiting area at Dr. Bob's office prior to having her braces removed yesterday. She was so excited and was counting down the days to have her bare teeth back.
This was a "before shot" and my battery died just after this, so Dr. Bob loaned me his camera, and I'll be going there tomorrow for an appointment of my own, so I'll get the other pictures.
Zach came over yesterday and hung out for a several hours, as he did the day before, playing computer games with Christopher, helping me with a few chores, and hanging out with Lindsey. It's always fun to see him each summer, but sad that they'll be selling their house down the street this summer, as it doesn't really make sense financially to live in Taiwan and own a house in Austin that they're not living in often enough.
Craig and Lindsey had fun at driving school yesterday, logging more driving time with the driver's ed teacher. I get so nervous each time I drop her off. It scares me to death to think that my little girl is driving around in rush hour traffic in Austin because of all the road rage. I worry so much about her safety. She is getting better each time she practices driving.
I considered myself to be a decent cook and baker. However, candy making had been unchartered territory until I recently cracked the code of a favorite—chewy Texas Pecan Pralines. This culinary epiphany came only days before I left my home sweet home in Austin, Texas, to return to CU Boulder after an epic hiatus to wrap up my bachelor’s degree in journalism. When I was a little girl, I remember tasting heavenly, creamy homemade pralines, bursting with pecans, handcrafted with love by my mom. She only whipped them up a few times, but I just couldn’t get the memory of those buttery, sugary treats out of my head. They were that good. I asked her if she still had the recipe, but I knew it would be hopeless since my mom wasn’t one for keeping track of her down-home style cooking. I married my college sweetheart, a guy with the same first name as me, and began teaching myself to cook. Becoming “Kelly Times Two” was amazing, and I had ...
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