Life in Gainesville, Texas.

I went to Gainesville last weekend to visit David and his little family in their new home. The drive there is long, almost four hours, but not as long as the drive to San Angelo.

It was worth every mile because I got to see these little cuties.

We did a little family photo shoot outside their home.

I asked David and Ezra to sit on the rock for a photo.

Ezra had his own idea about what direction he should face.

Ezra fell in soft grass. He was fine.

I let Ezra take a photo of his sister. I think he was going for the avant-garde approach. He might be onto something. 

But he probably shouldn't count on photography to pay the bills. Much like his Mimi.

It's a challenge to get all the participants to look at the camera!

Aja?

Ezra?

Those dimples!

Here's to many more happy times in Gainesville for this sweet little family.

I Love Italian Monks.

Nancy and I made soft pretzels a few weeks ago.

I love soft pretzels.

Especially with mustard. Or cheese. Or plain. Warm out of the oven.

When I was pregnant with David and had morning sickness pretzels were the only food that didn't make me feel queasy.

Anyhoo, back to making pretzels with Nancy. They were fun to make and yummy. And she and I might have future careers in the pretzel making world!

A little pretzel trivia- in 610 AD an Italian monk decided to create a treat for his students. He rolled out ropes of bread dough and twisted them to resemble hands crossed in prayer and baked them. He christened the snacks pretiola, which is Latin for little reward. Parents who tasted the treats referred to them as brachiola, or little arms. When pretiola arrived in Germany, they were called bretzels.

Thank you, Italian monk. I love pretzels.

#pretzellove

#italianmonklove

Passwords Smashwords.

Anyone out there wondering why I haven't been posting on my blog?

I forgot the password for my blog.

Darn passwords.

Yep.

Pretty sad.

I blame it on the move and a new job.

Never fear! I wrote it down on a piece of paper so I wouldn't forget it again.

Now, where is that paper?