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?


                                   
                                        

Corn Bags

Kelsey took this cute photo of Ezra carrying his corn bag from the car to their apartment- or "new house" as Ezra calls it.

I think it's so funny that he tossed it over his shoulder to carry.

He's such a little man.

Nancy - The Y is Silent

The first night in Branson we went to a show.

Nancy went to dole out our tickets and Mark noticed that all the tickets were marked "Nancy Larson".

Of course that led to much discussion about how would we all possibly pass as Nancy Larson if questioned by the usher.

We decided that we were a group of Nancy Larsons that met up to celebrate being named Nancy Larson,

 Mark decided he would need to be referred to as Nanc.

You see, the Y is silent in his name.

So for the rest of the trip it was the four Nancys and a Nanc.

We are an interesting bunch, aren't we?

Corn in a Sand Box

I bought fifty pounds of deer corn to fill corn bags that mom and I sewed a few months ago.

I really only needed about 15 pounds of corn, but they only sell it in mega bags.

What to do with leftover deer corn?

Toss it in Ezra's sand box.

Of course.

And he loves it.

Crazy Christmas Cookies

While we were in Branson for Christmas we decorated cookies.

And yes, we had wine while we decorated.

That would explain this:

Nancy created the snow woman on the left. 

She described it as a cabaret snow woman with fishnet stockings.

Okay.

Mark made the snow man with the snazzy tie. 

It's a bit scary with those eyebrows and frightening teeth.

The reindeer has a racing stripe of some sort.

Lots of creativity going on.

I guess you never outgrown the fun of decorating Christmas cookies!