Christopher and his friends, Matthew and Steven, are checking out their treats from the Easter egg hunt.
Yvette and Sam's family (Steven and Matthew's parents) joined us for Easter lunch on Sunday, in between the televised semiannual General Conference of our church. It was kind of odd not putting on Sunday clothes on Easter, but since we watched it on cable tv, we stayed casual.
The boys thought it would look better on the table if the bunnies were kissing.
Kelly and his peeps wishing you a happy Easter, from him and the blue chicks.
Our "older kids Easter egg" hunt was thrilling for the four since they didn't have to worry about giving little ones a head start, and essentially dominating the take.
We hid about ten dozen eggs for the four of them. Kelly made it tricky to get to some of them.
The hunt...



We also had Christopher's Sunday school teacher and her husband over for Easter. They are moving at the end of the week and we will miss them. Sharilynn has not only been an incredible teacher to our son, but she's been about one fourth of the sopranos in our church choir, which Kelly directs.
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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