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Snowball Cookies

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It snowed this week. And though we don't have many family traditions, one that we started when we became a family was to make Snowball Cookies on the first snowy day of the season. And since we like cookies so much, we usually make them on other random, snowy days, too. They help ease my pain and anxiety over winter. You know-- carbs. 
There is nothing better than Snowball Cookies and hot chocolate on a snowy day.
Snowball Cookies 1 c. butter 1/2 c. confectioners sugar 2 tsp. vanilla 2 c. sifted flour 1 c. chocolate chips 1 c. chopped pecans (an option I don't use) Additional confectioners sugar (for rolling)
Beat butter and sugar until creamy. Add remaining ingredients, mix. Use a teaspoonful (I use a small ice cream scoop) of dough and roll into small ball. Bake at 375 degrees for 12 to 15 minutes. Cool slightly and roll in confectioners sugar. (I roll them twice.)

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Elder Parker Grant from Grantma and Grantpa on Vimeo.
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Christmas 2013

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(My handsome dates for my anniversary dinner.   I chose sushi.  It was bad.  No more sushi for long time.)
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Let Us Eat Cake

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His "Mad" Face

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I told Jack to make a happy face for a picture for Dad.  He preferred his mad face, and there you have it.