So I was feeling very domestic today and decided to make homemade pizza for dinner. All was going well, we ran our errands and even made it home "on schedule" to start making the dough. Then Ella didn't want to be sat down AT ALL. So I made the entire thing with one hand - until Jon got home to rescue me. The only thing that was really tricky was grating the cheese! (I won't horrify you with how I managed...) It just made me realize once again how different things are now with Ella in my life. Even seemingly easy tasks like making dinner take a lot of extra planning and time. We ate later than planned, but at least it was edible! And it was kinda fun to "talk" her through the steps of how to make pizza, even though she probably has no clue what I'm saying. My cute little helper. Sorry, there are no pictures of the ordeal - I had my hands full!