So, I gained a little weight. It started with cinnamon rolls. It always starts with cinnamon rolls. I do really good with eating healthy and walking several times a week, but then I make cinnamon rolls and I always gain at least two pounds. It always starts with cinnamon rolls.
This bunny.
I got two. They made Easter a little more fun.
Henry and I spent Spring Break together and went to the Perot Museum. It was a first for both of us.
I made pie on pi day. I used the crust from Trader Joe's. It was so good that I may never make my own pie crust again. Ever. And ever.
These are our sister missionaries. They were without a car for awhile, so I drove them to the temple one morning. I also drove them to Sam Moon on P-day. They got permission and yes, it was awesome.
We ate at a new BBQ place in Plano. It was after the cinnamon roll debacle. Brisket and Mac & Cheese do not help.
Henry and I made these for an activity where he had to bring a dessert. I put the hearts on when he wasn't looking. He didn't say it, but I think it was embarrassing. What are mothers for?
My Easter Porch minus the wreath I made. It lasted about two weeks then got destroyed by all the thunder storms we've had lately. Gotta love Texas weather.
We celebrated Henry's birthday this past week. I've got a report coming.
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