Pizza With Nonni

People tell me I remind them of my Mother. Our looks, mannerisms, voices- all of these things seem to have been carried on through yours truly. But cooking? Not so much. My Mom is an amazing cook. My Grandmother is an amazing cook. I keep meaning to hop on board. The kids and I took the short hour drive to my parents house and spent last night with them. Between my Mom, Dad, and brother Spencer, the kids were the center of the world universe. My Moms family, the Blanchards, are known for their yummy pizza. Like the wonderful Grandmother she is, 'Nonni' gave Maxwell and Ella their first cooking lesson. It was a hit.

With the kids on their way to bed with full bellies, I escaped to one of my besties house for a couple hours. My friend Crystal lives only a couple blocks from my parents house and it's always a treat to visit her. If you were peeping through her window, I'd be the one in sweat pants with a cold drink sprawled out on her couch. Her husband Andy cooks us dinner and we get to talk talk talk and play with their adorable daughter Lily. I love my time with them.

(Crystal, if you're reading this you are such an awesome Mom! I love watching you with Lil and I'm in awe of your patience and love for her. Of course, you do have the sweetest, easiest child in the world. But still).