Here we go again, I'm posting some more pictures from our summer vacation. After a few days in Utah, we took our rental minivan to Las Vegas to visit my sister and her husband and kids, Aunt Valerie and Uncle Sean, and their two sons, Parker and Brendan.
The last time the kids were here, Christopher was in a stroller!
We arrived the day after Lindsey's birthday, so Valerie continued the party and made her house very festive and birthday-like for our arrival.
Parker is six months younger than Lindsay. They're both juniors in high school.
They have a swimming pool in their back yard and beautiful palm trees and other lovely landscaping features.
I love these colorful and bright spheres.
The inviting, bold, bright colors were the theme for the Mexican dinner that Valerie whipped up.
Lindsey was excited for another family party for her birthday.
We had a ton of guacamole--it was really delicious!
Sean is such a great guy. He and Valerie are such a perfect match for each other. My sisters all have totally wonderful husbands, each of them is completely different from the others, but they all seem to match their wives to a T.
Here is Lindsey getting a non-cake from Aunt Valerie. I thought the Pop-Tart was hilarious and so cute. We were not the least bit hungry after dinner, so this was really cute.
Here's the gang all together, minus Kelly and me.
The kids at at the bar stools and the adults at at the kitchen table.
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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