Pita Pizzas

The weekend hasn't been kind to me, diet wise. On our way home from Canada, I added up the amount of cake I had eaten and was horrified to find that I had 6 pieces in 2 days. Yikes! No wonder why my belly felt funny all Monday morning. I suppose being at a wedding ought to be some sort of excuse. Anyway, I forgot where I was going with this. Oh yes, what we had for dinner tonight. So, if you are looking for a basic meal, I've got one for you. (Still not sure how this ties into the cake, but oh well).
You need some pita bread. You slather some pizza sauce on it. Dig in the fridge for some cheese. Top with some interesting toppings (I had left over bacon in the fridge). And put whatever you want on it. I used some sliced jalopenos, olives and a few spices. Put the pita in the oven at 425 degrees for I minute, then take out and slather with toppings. Put back in the oven for eight minutes, and TA DAA! Dinner is served. Change it up for the picky eaters in your family!

My Girl

There are things about having a little girl that just make me smile. A couple of Sundays ago I produced a navy dress with white polkadots for Juliet to wear. It had a little pink belt that went with it and in my opinion, it was adorable. Jules wasn't quite so taken with it. "Mom," she declared, "it needs some butterflies and pink in it!"

Today she was looking through her dresses and finding a purple sundress with some glittering jewels on it, stated, "This is my favorite dress. Do you want to know why? It makes me look like a princess!"

And as far as a three year old's reasoning goes:
"Mom, you are my mom and I'm your little girl, you know?"
"Yes, Jules, I know."
"Well, Bluebell needs a mommy bird. We need to go out and buy a mommy bird so Bluebell has a mom, too!"
How do you argue such reasoning?