it was cold when I woke up on Sunday. I'm pretty sure it was the first seriously cold morning of the season.
the sky was gray, there was a bite in the air, and the nearly-naked (or "scantily clad" as Jason calls it) tree outside our kitchen window only made me feel colder.
so naturally I pulled on some warm sweats, my coziest wool sweater, and headed for the kitchen.
what a perfect day for soup.
better yet: what a perfect day for homemade chicken noodles!
it was Conference Sunday so we would be in the apartment (to keep track of the boiling chicken. little lesson learned from my sissie Bobbi.)
as I cut the noodles I enlisted some help to pull apart the chicken. (my least favorite part about making chicken noodles. guuuhhh.)
the messages from the sessions of Conference were beautiful.
& the chicken noodles were quite delicious. (if I do say so myself)
later in the evening we took a drive out to Mud for some cake and dinner (sweet pork salad/tacos..... mom's fave)
after we had some tasty tacos (with zesty ranch dressing a la Bobbi) Rook, Cole, and I went outside to
a: look for kitties
b: shoot the rocket
c: snap some pics in the warm, glowing evening sunlight.
(ok, so maybe we didn't go out to snap pics. I guess I was the only one wanting to do that...... Rook didn't want anything to do w/ the camera. the picture above was the best shot I got of him. Coley was a little more willing, but when the wind started to blow he decided he was a "scardy cat" and headed for the house.)
it was a great day.