things that make you go..

Grilled Pesto Pizzas

(original recipe here)

For the Dough:
2 packages Quick Rising Yeast
1 1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. sugar
1 Tbsp. olive oil
1 c. hot water

Mix together then add:
3 cups flour (we use white wheat flour)

Topping:
Pesto Sauce
Feta cheese
Tomato slices
dried basil
salt and pepper to taste

Knead dough for 1 minute then divide into 8 balls. Roll out into individual pizzas and layer on a plate divided by wax paper. Let dough raise for about 20 minutes. Grill on medium heat. After the first side is done flip and top with pesto and feta. When fully cooked, remove from heat and add tomato slices and season with basil, salt, and pepper.

Yum.


Something else equally delicious: (though signigicantly less caloric)

You're welcome.

growing

6 months ago today, this was happening:


And we all decided we kind of liked her.


The nurses loved her and kept commenting on how beautiful and tiny she was.


(B says it's because they were comparing her to the viking baby who shared the nursery with her. "He was HUGE. He cried like a grown man! ...... wait, don't write that." )

She came home a whopping 6 pounds.


We all loved to stare at her and guess who she was going to look like and what kind of baby she'd turn out to be....




She is NieNie.

And today, she doubled her birth weight.

that's the nicest thing

Me: Miss Naughty, you're my BFF.

The Queen Herself: Uh... you're my YMCA.

Pop Culture: Something my kids are clueless about.


Oh, the faces she makes when putting on her goggles. It never gets old.

this morning

A little bit of this:

Running in sprinklers with the pjs on.



(Rinse and repeat, every other day. Gad-zooks! I have lots of wet pajamas.)


A little bit of this:

Making my heart flutter.

family

When my family gets together we all revert back to childhood and act like huge dorks. That, among many other reasons, is why I love them.

Here we are in all our natural glory, from oldest to youngest.


A brother was missing this year so we had B stand in for him and I swapped his head. There might have been a little hind end goosing as well.

And through the magic of photo shop you get a bobble head for your sixth brother and a complete family.

No jokes about the t-shirts. Our mom made us do it.

him

(yes, their birthday's are one day apart. ... i need a paper bag to breath into.)


He makes me laugh, that kid.


And he has taught me how to love, unconditinally.



Here's a little something from my heart to yours B. I couldn't have said it better myself.

her

Queen NaNa just got a bit queenier.


Happy birthday your eminence. And by the way, who said you could ask to wear a bra?

About gave me a heart attack.