We had our annual conference breakfast today of cinnamon rolls, eggs, bacon and orange julius. (Chris discovered a new way to make the orange julius—combine vanilla flavored yogurt and orange juice yum!)
We decided that we will have family night be about some of the things we remember and like about conference this weekend. (This was actually also a sneaky way to get Elle to pay attention! She’s taking notes and everything!)
With our huge TV and new speakers, it’s almost as good as being in the conference center ourselves! (Ok, not really, but it’s still cool to see the prophet larger than life 
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In other news:
Here are pictures of Elle’s secret April Fool’s day cupcakes.
“Did anyone order Chinese Food?. . .
Apparently, my parents” (direct quote from Elle)
She used laughy taffy for the broccoli and the meat. The broccoli leaves are watermelon jelly bellies and green M&M’s (when she ran out of green, she used yellow and blue and just said they were rotten pieces ) She colored some frosting “noodle color” and piped it on. The “rice” is rice Krispies. She had a friend over after school Friday, and they worked on the cupcakes for about an hour! There were enough to send home with her friend, plus six for us. (one kind of cupcake for each of us)
Other new:
I am so sick of my umbrella being blown inside out when it’s raining, so I ordered cute bubble umbrellas for Elle and I, and a fancy sturdy black umbrella for Chris. Elle said we had to try them out right away. It was indeed raining, but not windy, so we don’t know yet if they work. I’ll keep you posted.
AND. . .
Elle has been writing stories from writing prompts in class, and she shared some with me. This is my favorite:
Dark Cave by Elle
When I was walking in the forest I found a cave. When I skipped in I heard a “rumble'” and a “thump” and a “bump” and in a clatter of grey rocks and light, it was pitch black.
An avalanche had covered the entrance of the cave. What was I going to do? I felt blindly around cave, just solid rock. A surge of anger enveloped me, “everything bad happens to me, Katie, never anyone else!” I shouted while banging on the fallen rocks.
After about five or more minutes of this I collapsed in a heap, gasping for air and crying. I huddled in the corner of the cave hoping for some warmth. I hear lighting crack and thunder groan I hear the rain showering down as if I were in the shower. My tears drip down like the rain.
I read it to Chris, and he was impressed! He looked at her handwriting and was mystified that such a good story could come from such penmanship
Uh-oh! Time for the second Sunday session!
got to go!
