Pizza

First of all, I'm beyond blessed to have an amazingly talented group of friends.

When I told my sweet friend Jenny about my idea for El and T's combined birthday party, 

she and Jenn from The Lovely Apple whipped up this amazing set for me

and, really, made a very simple little lunch 

suddenly everything wonderful.

That combined with my dear friend Elizabeth from Love, Elizabeth Photo

 offering to pick up the camera for me 

so I could keep both hands free for

pepperoni distributing 

and wrangling of a kitchen full of underage chefs,

plus my middle sis scrubbing down the floor on her hands and knees between activities,

one friend on broom patrol in front of her frantically sweeping between knee high munchkins,

another moving chairs, zip locking leftovers while simultaneously baby-passing 

and keeping tabs on her crew of four under four,

and my other sis manning the oven for the pizza rotations... (although we still somehow managed to totally blacken burn the crusts…)

It was quite the group effort.

But it paid off in cheesy grins

greasy fingers,

saucy messes,

and an overall memory filled morning.

Just what I was hoping for

for my little March babies.

Although 

with my oldest now reporting in at five years old,

I'm not sure I can get away with calling her a baby any more.

And the middlest getting close to three?

He's practically a man.

This growing up thing just won't stop.

And I'm gonna choose to embrace it.

Soak up the sweetness.

And make the memories right alongside them.

Even

when they're

messy.