Pizza Party
Ichabod's Mom makes really good pizza. She's also always been one to involve children in the cooking/baking process. And kids love it.
The other day Ichabod's nephews, whom I'll call Bobby and Tiago, and his niece, whom I'll call Becca, were staying overnight. And pizza was on the menu. The boys are five and four and have to have chairs to reach the counter. It's really cute.
Here's Uncle Ichabod helping the boys.
Here Bobby thought it was important that I get a picture of the cheese. He made sure he said cheese as I took the photo.
Spreading the sauce properly is very important.
Becca helps Tiago with his pizza.
With the pizzas in the oven it's time for Grandpa to read a book to the boys.
This was Becca's first time to meet Annie. She wanted to cuddle the puppy, but it's hard for a puppy to sit still when there're little boys to run with.
All of this is very hard work for a puppy. Here she is in her spot on the stairs between the kitchen and the office/bedroom upstairs.
Enough rest. Time to play a bit.
Hmm, now what to do?
Better go check things out. Man, these steps are steep.
Daddy, what did you step in? Sure smells good.
Back to bed to guard the toys.
Wait, what's this over here?
A slimy rawhide chew stick. Score!
The other day Ichabod's nephews, whom I'll call Bobby and Tiago, and his niece, whom I'll call Becca, were staying overnight. And pizza was on the menu. The boys are five and four and have to have chairs to reach the counter. It's really cute.
Here's Uncle Ichabod helping the boys.
Here Bobby thought it was important that I get a picture of the cheese. He made sure he said cheese as I took the photo.
Spreading the sauce properly is very important.
Becca helps Tiago with his pizza.
With the pizzas in the oven it's time for Grandpa to read a book to the boys.
This was Becca's first time to meet Annie. She wanted to cuddle the puppy, but it's hard for a puppy to sit still when there're little boys to run with.
All of this is very hard work for a puppy. Here she is in her spot on the stairs between the kitchen and the office/bedroom upstairs.
Enough rest. Time to play a bit.
Hmm, now what to do?
Better go check things out. Man, these steps are steep.
Daddy, what did you step in? Sure smells good.
Back to bed to guard the toys.
Wait, what's this over here?
A slimy rawhide chew stick. Score!
Squirl chattered at 5:04 PM
27 comments
Those are some mighty cute kids, but you know I have to say this:
LOOK AT THE CUTE FUZZY PUPPY!
*melts*
Yes, I love the kids and think they're all adorable. But that is one cute, fuzzy puppy. :-)
Blogaholic, I love your profile pic, so cute. And the pizza was really good.
OMG PUPPY!!!! so cute. that pizza looks yummmmmmme.
That dog kills me with her cuteness! And the kids are kinda cute too. I see I'm not the only one to think so. :)
Mmmm, pizza! Yeah for fun times!
Ern, thanks! I think they're all cute, too. But, then again, I'm a bit prejudiced. :-)
Mr B, and a good time was had by all.
soft head!! soft head puppy! and please do NOT tell me thats a relative of the Blog Frog I see in her bed...
Operagal, she does have a soft puppy head. And I promise you that's not a relative of Blog Frog.
Them thar kids is adorable...and that puppy looks good enough t'eat.
I'm glad you clarified that was a chew stick, Squirl-bob. Looked almost like a feminine hygiene product.
What fun!! My mom used to make the huge rectangle cookie-sheet pizza, too, and some of my favorite memories involve spreading the olives and other toppings as I "helped" her make them. Thanks for the memories you evoked with this post!!
An' wouldja just look at that darling Annie?? Ooooo, Brizzy's gonna be so excited when I show him how pretty his girlfriend is!
I have not made a homemade pizza since a sleep-in with a youth group 10 years ago. Now I gotta make one!
I love the last section of your post from Annie's point of view. "Look! A slimy rawhide!" made me smile especially. And the "where ya been, Dad?" part.
As for the pizza things, a bunch of stuff comes up. When I was little, every Sunday night, my mom, dad, sister and I would trek up to the neighbor's house and we'd have homemade pizza night. My mom and the lady there would make the pizza in big rectangle cookie sheets like the ones your mom uses. AND because I didn't like the regular mozarrella cheese, my mom would put parmesan cheese From the Green Can on a portion of it just for me.
Those were good times. My mom still makes a mean homemade pizza, and it is about the only time I get to have green olives on pizza (cause you don't find that as an option very often at pizza places).
It all makes me smile.
What fun, the kids are adorable, looked like they had a really good time. And Annie, looked like she had a great time too. She is adorable.
Your shots of Annie remind me of Danielle's photo essays, which I LOVE.
Looks like everyone had a good time. What a nice evening.
Kids, pizza and puppy! Looks like a very fun time.
Such CUTE pizza chefs--and the cheese IS one of the most important ingredients--holding the cheese, saying cheese..teehee
and that puppy--soooooo sweet! Cuddly and soft!
Mmm pizza...
Hey--how did you reply to Blogaholic BEFORE she commented? Are you psychic or sumpin'?
I never thought I'd say this, but I miss those days when the kids had to stand on a chair to reach the counter.
Z is now becoming quite adept at slicing and dicing with a KNIFE. Where does the time go?
Unfortunately, dogs NEVER outgrow the "slimy rawhide" stage.
Jim-bob, no, she's not chewing on the angel tamponia.
Eclectic, the rectangle cookie-sheet pizza works well with large groups. That's neat that your mom made pizza and let kids help. Annie would love Brizzy, I'm sure. She's so easy-going and fun.
SS Nick, let us know if you make pizza. In fact, I hope you take pictures. :-)
JDR, oops, no offense intended. do you really?
Danielle, Ichabod's mom was hoping Annie wouldn't take a liking to those rawhides. She's the one who called it slimy. And Ichabod's dad really had stepped in some poop. That was the funniest part about that picture.
I thought I remembered your saying that you don't like melted cheese. But you can handle parmesan? That makes the cheese picture even more special for you then. I like green olives, too. There are a few places around here that offer them.
Nina, thank you. I think the kids and the dogs are cute, of course. And they all had a great time!
Ladybug, hi! Yes, I think I learned that from Danielle. Everybody had a great time. Thanks!
Lawbrat, yes, it really was.
Effie, the cheese picutre was one of my favorites. He's so cute and such a tiny little voice. Annie is such a puppy. She'll always be sweet, but she won't always be a puppy. Yes, I think I'm psychic. Or is it psycho?
tshsmom, they grow up so fast. I remember when Tiago was 2 1/2 and he came over to help make pie for Thanksgiving. The second he walked through he said, "I've come to cook!" You're right about the slimy stuff. :-)
Aw, everybody's cute! And what a cool grandmom, making pizzas with the kids. Nice, squirl, thanks for sharing :)
Susie, thank you. She loves having family over and making pizza. And I'm more than happy to present the group.
Yeah, for some reason, the smell of melted parmesan never grossed me out like the smell of melted mozarrella/cheddar/american/velveeta cheese. Maybe because it doesn't smell milky, but is more sour/pungent? That also likely explains why I can eat melted cheese/spicey dips - because I mostly smell the spice - and not the melted cheese smell.
odd, I know. I never did one of those 'oddball/quirky things about me' posts. But I guess my aversion to heated milk products would be one of them.
In other news, I just had a squirrel sighting. (see my blog for pics)
hey squirl? how is it that u responded to my comment before i posted it-i'm confused(it really doesn't take much though)
:)
Aww shes so sweet. Moo isnt good at stairs yet and I am THANKFUL
Danielle, my mother doesn't care for melted cheese, either. I'm not exactly sure why. I need to check out your squirrel sighting.
Chia, thanks, one of these days soon.
Blogaholic, I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I keep my gmail account open while I'm blogging. I must've seen your comment while I was still commenting. But how mine time-stamped before yours, well, I'm not sure. Guess I'm easily confused, too. :-)
Jess, thanks! I was wondering how Moo was coming along with the stairs. My theory is that her head is too big. Golden retrievers don't have that problem. Ichabod tells me that afghan puppies can tear up and down stairs at a very early age.
I just have to comment that my verification word is udidn.
Oh, no udidn!
But Bucky, you did. :-)
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