So I have been trying to stay home more often. I want my kids to enjoy the toys that they have, rather than the dirty broken pieces that they endlessly adore at the Children's Museum, or craving the snot infested climbing toys at the mall.
This means I have to get a little more creative when it comes to doing fun stuff at home. Hate playdoh, dread finger paint, and we all know, I loathe chalk. And you can only create a traffic jam with 117 matchbox cars so many times, until you wish you were in the middle of one.
So on Sunday, we made family pizza. Nothing gross, just dough, sauce, cheese and olives. I rolled the dough, spread the sauce, Blake sprinkled the cheese and Parker ate the olives.
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