Resurrection Rolls and Cat Hugs

Have you ever heard of Resurrection rolls? I hadn’t until this year, but they’re such a fun way to teach kids about the reason we celebrate Easter. They’re meant to symbolize the burial and resurrection of Christ.

Girl holding tray of resurrection rolls

They’re made by dipping a marshmallow in melted butter. It’s then rolled in a mixture of cinnamon and sugar and wrapped up in a crescent roll. When it bakes, the marshmallow disappears (melts). The marshmallow represents Jesus’ body and the crescent dough represents the tomb he was buried in.

When you pull the rolls out of the oven, you coat them in butter and sprinkle them with more cinnamon and sugar. Sadie really enjoyed making these and checking to see if Jesus (the marshmallow) rose from the tomb (the crescent roll)!

Girl making Resurrection rolls

The funniest thing happened with the rolls right after we baked them. Sadie had one sitting on the edge of our kitchen table. I was leaving the house and Sadie and Jimmy went to our window to wave goodbye. While they were in the window, Mordecai snatched her roll off the table and was eating it! Sadie turned around and was surprised to see it missing 😂

Do you know what it looks like to sandwich a cat in a hug? It looks like the picture below! Jimmy was giving me a hug one morning and we looked over and Malcolm was staring at us like “Hey! What about me!” so we invited him into our hug and his purr motor was rumbling. Sadie took the picture!

Husband and wife hugging black cat

I mentioned in my last post that I was making Spiderman-themed chocolate covered pretzels for my nephew’s birthday party and here’s how they came out.

Spiderman-themed chocolate covered pretzel

The party was fun! I am still in shock that Lawson is now three-years-old!

Kids dressed up as Spiderman, Anna, and Cinderella

Other things from life lately have included Mordecai being extra cozy in his carseat.

Baby boy smiling in his carseat

A family coffee date on Saturday morning. Another photo taken by Sader Tot.

Family selfie at Starbucks

Husky boding. We’re watching Niva’s best friend for a few days!

Huskies sitting together

And some cousin bonding in the church nursery. This is Olive, my youngest niece 🎀

Baby boy and girl in nursery together

It’s Sunday afternoon as I type up this post! It’s chilly outside, so I will likely be catching up on laundry and housework this afternoon before we head back into church this evening.

I’m looking forward to this week! Sadie *might* be getting her hair cut for the first time ever(!), Niva and I have a therapy visit, training session, and we’re celebrating Easter. I’m sure we’ll be making more Resurrection rolls, too, since we ate the whole batch from earlier this week 😉

5 comments

  1. Those rolls are not only carrying a beautiful message, but they look DELICIOUS!! And beautifully baked.

    Love the Malcolm hug! Squeeze that little kitty so tight. I just love him, he is so cute.

    Your family (including extended with sisters kiddos) is so fun to follow along with. I just adore how close everyone is. The community you have is truly something special.

    1. Thank you so much! They’re so much fun and also a tasty treat haha.

      Every time I read about Little I give Malcolm extra snuggles. I know he won’t be young forever and it kills me. You’re such an awesome cat mom. It inspires me! Seriously!!

      I always take for granted how blessed our family is to have each other. Thank you for the reminder! I needed that today!

  2. I have never heard of resurrection rolls – but I’d love to try to make them when I come out this week – if we have time.

    Sadie getting her hair cut is a big step for her – she has told me she’s Rapunzel for quite some time now hahaha.

    I’m so glad Lawson had a fun party! The pretzels you made look awesome! The kids looked adorbs in your pic too – and Deck’s pic with Olo is priceless 🙂 Cousin bonding is the best.

    Runah and Niva back together again! Hopefully not digging holes 😦

    Love you,

    Madre

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