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What a difference
a day29 months makes…Poor Pounce, he is such a good cat. He puts up with her mauling him, being the target of some kind of cruel giant-red-ball-bouncing game, chased around the house, squirted with squirt bottles, smothered with blankets, being sat on, dressed in girl clothes…he is patient and long-suffering. I guess I can put up with him yowling for cat food at 5:30 every morning.
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Pizza Playdate!
We had a pizza playdate yesterday. It’s a great idea. You’ll have to hit Jen up for the pizza dough recipe but I’m sure it’s easy. We just showed up when the dough was ready to punch down (my favorite part) and play with but I don’t think it’s hard to do. At least I hope not because I’m thinking I might cook this for dinner some time soon.
Baby Bug and Audrey always get along so it doesn’t really matter what they do but watching them play with the dough was really fun. “More flour!” they kept asking. Two-year-olds are so zen. They could care less about the end result, it was all about the feeling of sticky dough and silky dry flour. Squish, squish, squish—it was better than play dough.
After enough fluffing and patting and playing pat-a-cake, the dough was ready for toppings. They both ate enough cheese during that step that they weren’t hungry to eat lunch later. But then I’m used to that whole routine. Baby Bug seems to be on an every-other-day hunger strike as it is. I’m just glad she snacked on cheese and not her usual food of choice—gummy fruit snacks.
It was delicious! I know because I ate Baby Bug’s portion and my portion. I really need to stop doing that.
All in all, it was a fun play date. I dare you to look into these eyes and disagree.
p.s. Here’s Jen’s recipe!