Yes, I know it's not Christmas. But for our family it was- Nativity set, presents, excited children getting up at 5:30.
I don't believe that Christ was born in December. If you wonder why, call or email some time. It has something to do with sheep, mud and taxes.
It was really nice. The kids seemed so happy and it was a beautiful spring day. My favorite part was sitting around the manger as the kids were waking up to the "Hallelujah Chorus" and gathering around together. As the song finished, we stared at this life-size newborn baby doll in the manger. 
I don't know why, but I had never thought of Jesus as I looked at a helpless new baby. There's baby, and there's JESUS, the Messiah. It was surreal when I looked at that baby and imagined I was one of the shepherds. I cried at the awe of the beautiful moment that must have been. How simple. A loving mother and her husband. A barn. A baby. Straw. And a fulfilled prophesy that would change life (and death) for everyone, everywhere. Hallelujah!
I dedicated today to making this bread to put into family gift baskets for Easter. It's pretty easy, I don't know what took me so long to try it out.
First you mix the milk, water and yeast. Add salt, flour and honey. Mix. Then after it rises in the bowl, you separate and put it into the pans to rise.
While the loaves are rising, now HERE IS THE TOUGH PART:
Leave them on a warming oven and take your fussy infant out of the room. Forget to threaten your 3-year-old. Come back into the kitchen and notice your wonderfully created Authentic "Finger-Hole" bread- all ready to put into the oven. Viola!
If you have mixing skills and a mischievous 3-year-old, you too can make this rare delicacy. 
It's almost as much in-demand as Kopi Luwak coffee (It's coffee made from beans that were pooped out by a monkey.) 
http://www.thecoffeecritic.com/fusion3/html/kopi.shtml
Ahhhh, a nice quiet morning with a cup of poop coffee and finger-hole bread. The best part of waking up....
I love girls in matching dresses. I just don't love sewing them. and I definitely don't love spending $40 for each of them.
With Easter quickly arriving, I am running out of time to design and sew three dresses that match but don't match. They have to go together, but not embarrass BG, who thinks it's dumb to match her little sisters and won't wear her matching dress that I gave them last year.
In desperation I looked at thrift stores. I figured that if I could find one of the girls' dresses for around $10, I could justify making the other two. I looked on KSL.com, classifieds. If you haven't been there, go there. I love it.
I found a woman who was selling her daughter's flower girl dresses, and they were the color I wanted: yellow. So I drove over to see them.
You would not believe it! There was a yellow dress BG's size, a yellow and pink dress BEG's size, and another yellow one BBG's size. They are all different, but will match.
I'm done and it only cost me $5, YES FIVE DOLLARS, a dress. Now to find me a blouse that matches. Oh, and yellow shirts for the fellas, ooooh and......
Now I'm getting spring fever. Watch, now it'll snow tomorrow.
I don't know why, but I had never thought of Jesus as I looked at a helpless new baby. There's baby, and there's JESUS, the Messiah. It was surreal when I looked at that baby and imagined I was one of the shepherds. I cried at the awe of the beautiful moment that must have been. How simple. A loving mother and her husband. A barn. A baby. Straw. And a fulfilled prophesy that would change life (and death) for everyone, everywhere. Hallelujah!
