Christopher started fourth grade today and Lindsey started tenth grade. This will be the first year that we've felt like Christopher is old enough to ride his bike to school. Kelly and I rode along with him today.
Here's the smiling, eager student, with big hopes for another exciting school year with a new teacher.
Since my foot is still recuperating, Kelly walked Christopher upstairs to his classroom and bid him adieu, while I stayed near the crosswalk with our bicycles. By the way, my foot is still swollen, and I wore my ugly boot for ten days straight. I'm thrilled that biking doesn't hurt my foot, and I plan to bike home with Christopher after school today too.
The high school starts more than an hour later than the elementary school, so Lindsey left after her little brother. Here she is after getting all dolled up for day one of her sophomore year. She rides a bus to school and will start seminary next week, so she will get to sleep in late for one more week.
Last night, Kelly gave each of the kids a Father's Blessing before the big day, and both blessings were wonderful, blessing each one to be good examples to those around them, and to do well and work hard, and enjoy learning. Today when the kids get home from school, they'll be expecting some of my Coconutty Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookies, which is a first-day-of-school tradition, with a cold glass of milk. (I just added the recipe to Heidi's Internecipes blog today.) This is an exciting day for all of us!
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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♥ Lindsey