A Pizza Pie

Handy Man has been working a lot the last few months. He leaves at 4:30 every morning and rolls in around 7:30 every night. I won't lie, it's tough living a pseudo single parent lifestyle. I try to just focus on a single routine in order to slink by and maintain my sanity. But I have to admit, I am getting sucked into a rut.

So, Monday night I decided we needed to "do something" more then just get home, put our stuff away, eat, take baths, watch tv, and slip off to bed. 

I decided to let the kids make their own English Muffin Pizzas.

This girl is a pepperoni freak!

I had to really regulate her consumption of pepperonis. Before I knew it, we barely had enough for the pizzas.

I even let Mr Blue Eyes get up on a chair and make his own. He did so good! 

He was so proud of himself! He kept looking back at me for approval. He was so excited. 

Have I mentioned how big he is getting?

He's so cute!

While cheese sprinkled the floor and I looked the other way as my Brown Eyed Girl snuck another pepperoni in her mouth, I couldn't help but remember the very first time I made English Muffin Pizzas. They were with my old babysitter when I was not much older than my Brown Eyed Girl.

Barbara...

Barbara was our home away from home. Our stand in grandma.

I stood there and couldn't help but remember all of the things Rah-Rah and I did with Barbara. English Muffin Pizzas. Leaf Houses. Graham crackers and milk. Fried baloney sandwiches. Artichokes.

I couldn't help but know Barbara was watching over me and smiling.

I couldn't help but smile myself.

I sure wish she was here to get know my kids... to see me as a mom... to make pizzas with my kids.

When the pizzas were all ready, we clapped our hands and cheered in delight!

Off to the oven...

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The three of us sat down and enjoyed our Barbara inspired English Muffin Pizzas. I have to admit they were (okay) but not quite as good as what I remember Barbara used to make. Maybe my age has skewed my perception of what they were supposed to taste like. Mr Blue Eyes inhaled one all by himself. My suddenly picky Brown Eyed Girl, who typically only will eat the pepperonis off the pizza, actually ate about half of hers.

So I am calling this a success!