Separated at Birth

What home church Stake Conference looks like...

Kevin was there too.

Just picture him in his pj's and bed head.

Sunday nights are my absolute favorite.

The only way they could be better is if we could have all the babies here.

Garren and Kevin plotting their hunting strategies before dinner.

Since Kevin's had problems with the elevation they've found some spots not so high and closer to home.

It snowed today in Taylorsville.

Christmas is in the air.

So these two had their own little Christmas concert last night.

Thanksgiving is in the air too.

I LOVE the month of November.

And I LOVE Thanksgiving.

The feeling of gratitude might be my favorite feeling to feel.

One of the things I've been thankful for this past week as I've read through some of my old journals is always having projects to work on.  

I love having a project in the works.  

I currently have four--the This Old House remodel, blogging our past, publicizing Kevin's book and a podcast.  The podcast is nothing new and not a big deal, but I'll elaborate more on that soon.

Kloe left for school about five minutes after I took this.

Can you tell how Kara feels about that?

These two are something else.

They finish each other's sentences and have the exact same reaction to things.

Kevin told them at dinner tonight that they had to have been separated at birth.