Steeped In Tradition

I don't know what you do on Friday nights, but mine seem to be shaping up into quite a fabulous tradition.  Pizza Friday!

My big sister and Emily stand up for our right to pizza each and every week!

Silly facial expressions extra.

But I'm a little surprised at how silly they can get.

Hmmm, I wonder when I can dance on the chairs.

In preparation, I'll just bounce and bounce in Daddy's lap.

After pizza it was off to the firehouse with a quick pit stop to the flowers.

I miss out on all the fun.

Bummers!

Maybe I can sneak in some ice cream???