Sunday, December 7, 2008

Pizza.

The irony about this being a total pizza weekend - Papa Ron doesn't really like pizza.

It all started Friday evening. We usually don't cook on Friday nights. It had been a couple of months since we had had pizza so Schmitza seemed like a good idea.

Saturday morning, we went to my niece Kendra's dance recital at the Convention Center. As it took us a while to find the right place within the large Convention Center, we missed Kendra's performance. Since there was no point in sticking around, we thought we'd at least see Santa since the recital was at the Festival of Trees and Santa Clause was there. Well, Siena was tired and standing in line wasn't working well, so we decided to go home. The outing was a bust.

On the way home, we passed Pietro's Pizza and Mason mentioned that it had been a while since we went there and that he liked that place. We knew the next few weekends would be busy and that if we were going to take them, it would have to be that night.

In the meantime, Luis and the kids put up the outdoor Christmas lights...
Then we hit Pietro's. Unbelieveably, the pizza is quite good. The kids like the games. And of course, the Batmobile.
We also discovered how much Mason, the boy that only eats 3 foods, likes spaghetti.
Mason hit the Jackpot on 3 different games that spit out tickets. As we were leaving, Luis and I were trying to figure out a way to smuggle that kid into Vegas...and they of course got some toys with their 416 tickets.
Fast-forward to Sunday. We went to the DeCicco's to decorate Christmas cookies and watch the Blazers narrowly beat Toronto by a point. It should be noted that the winning basket by the Blazers generated enough enthusiasm in the room for Siena's pants to fall off.
For lunch - PIZZA!
Here's Chris with Miss Giada.
Apparently we failed to mention to Mason and Siena that the decorating process wasn't purely for their own cookie-eating enjoyment. One cookie decorated was one cookie in the mouth...
Speaking of the mouth...
And Siena's decorating abilities...
And we finally were able to visit Santa. Today he was at Pioneer Place!
Mason told Santa that he wanted a "Hummer Car" for Christmas. Siena was mostly silent but smiley.
After Santa and cookies was Ryder's birthday party.
Here's the party-kids eating their dinner! And for dinner...PIZZA!!!
Siena is on the left, behind her hat.
Some friends brought over their new little puppy. He was a hit!
I couldn't resist the picture of Mason under the coffee table...
Daddy. Nannies... the party Cruzes. Or maybe they're just pondering the odds that there would be pizza a 4th time this weekend!
When we got home, the kids checked out their party favors. I think Mason was pleased with his stickers.
What a busy weekend but it was all so much fun. And the kids are sure sleeping good tonight!

4 comments:

Ron Torland said...

Your favorite nitpicker awards you an "A" for spelling and punctuation: Congratulations! Not a single mistake that I could find. You've just made my favorite blog even better. BTW, you mother says she has never noticed a spelling or punctuation mistake. Anywhere. Ever.

Anonymous said...

I thought the post meandered a bit, and failed to make full use of the pizza incidents for comedic affect. Several issues were introduced, but remained unresolved at the end leaving the reader with too many questions unanswered. The protagonist was strangely removed from the action, and development of the supporting cast of characters was spotty and incomplete.

The cookie incident in particular begged for richer context and further delving into the inner workings of the Mason and Siena characters. What were their favorite cookie shapes? Which colors did they reach for the most? Did they eat every single cookie they decorated? Where was our protagonist during this event was she still eating pizza somewhere?

This blog has published strong work in the past with some standout work documenting a Thanksgiving dinner. So while I'm disappointed by this offering I suspect the author will return to her usual stellar level of quality work.

Anonymous said...

That's some tough criticism from Roger Ebert, but your dad seemed to like the post.

I liked it too! Nice work!

mason said...

You better like it. I was the one dragged into the photos. I only really say that because back in the day I was so little and cute. LOOK AT ME NOW!