I had a whole weekending post planned but guess what? Time. It slipped through my fingers AGAIN.
Instead you get three identical pictures of a the sweetest golden boy you ever.did.see.
He makes pizza with me every Friday night. Without fail.
OH- it's idyllic sounding, sure. But the fact is- he makes A LOT more work than help. And, given the teensy counter I have to work on making several large round pizzas- he takes up most of my needed space too.
This past Friday I wisened up a bit and pulled a chunk of dough off and gave it to him to knead over at the table. He added flour. He kneaded. He kneaded until it went from dry to sticky again. He added more flour. I didn't have much hope for it but at the end I figured- what the hey. Let's let him make his own little loaf of bread.
Well, he was just the proudest little baker ever. I cut all the little slices and he buttered them all and ran around giving them to people.
That proud smile, bathed in the golden light of morning...makes a Mama's heart swoon.
(And the bread wasn't half bad either!)
He's precious!
ReplyDeleteSo sweet. I can not believe how big he is.
ReplyDeleteWe do pizza night too and I wish I could say I have let the kids help each time they ask. I need to do better with that. :)
Such a sweet Golden Boy. Before you know it time will really have slipped through your fingers and he'll be making pizza without you and serving it to his sweetheart. Oh how I know about tiny kitchens with minuscule counters. Remember you're making happy memories with the little ones and forging links that will endure for eternity. Press forward with steadfast faith, and keep up the good work.
ReplyDeleteHow precious! He's grown from a baby/toddler into a little boy now. So sweet!
ReplyDeleteAWWWW...How Stinkin' Sweet :) He does look So Proud! :)
ReplyDeleteOh Rebecca, I wish I lived near you so I could stop by and hang out in your kitchen and watch the kids and help clean up and just soak in the goodness of the life that you have which is the life that I had when my kids were the size of your kids.
ReplyDeleteIn a way it's a shame it wasn't a brick loaf..then you could put it on his head and make him stop growing so fast! He's gone from looking babyish to looking boyish.
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