Oh Wow.

I am surprised that I don't have a counter mark indented into my waist. I spend so much time in the kitchen, that I think that if I pushed hard enough on the counter itself, it would make my stomach flatter.

Because I live such a life of leisure and have so much free time for myself, I was thrilled to hear what Blake had to say when I came home from the gym this evening.

I literally was gone from 5:01 until 6:09. I walk in the door to all three boys (big and little alike) crowded around a coloring book.

No one looks up.

"Mommy. You forgot to come home and make us dinner." Color color color.

"Don't worry, Daddy went ahead and made it." Color color color.

Sigh....

The good kind of sigh. The kind where you can actually hear yourself sigh.

Right before bed the other night, both boys were quietly engrossed in their own project, in opposite ends of the house. Dave and I were beside ourselves.

For a good four and a half minutes.

Peeky Likes Pizza

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.