When I'm home on mat leave, suppers are largely my responsibility. Rainer is pretty good in the kitchen and is more than happy to help out, but by the time he gets home I like to have supper ready. That way we can eat together as a family at a reasonable hour, and he gets to spend as much time with the kids as possible, since he goes from supper straight to bath time and then to putting the kids to bed. (Giant step backward for my feminist side to have a hot meal ready for my husband? Whatever. Someone has to feed this crew, yo. And my husband does all the bathing & tucking in - fair trade, if you ask me!)
So to cap off a fun weekend (Pool party! Pool party!) we thought last night we would make all of Talia's wildest pizza dreams come true. We tried to set up a pizza party with Auntie, Cuncle and cousin Lanny, but that didn't work out. We usually make our pizza, but we were all tired from a weekend of sun, fun & yardwork, so we ordered pizza from our favourite little place in the next town and Daddy ran over to pick it up. Tally was nearly wild with excitement at the prospect of pizza. Despite what her big toddler belly would have you believe, she mainly eats really healthy stuff. She's a great eater, but doesn't get a lot of processed and/or junky things. She's never quite warmed up to fast food (although she has come around to the french fry lately) and we don't often go out to eat or get take-out.
Rainer and I were looking forward to seeing Talia gobble up her pizza, but the second she tasted her pizza she was all "What's dissss? Ou MY peeta????" - clearly confused by this imposter pizza, when she had specifically asked for Mommy's peeta. Sigh. In the end, she ate the peppers, mushrooms, and onions. Not the stellar performance we were expecting. But I suppose there are worse things than a little girl who spits out pepperoni and bacon, right?