Have you heard of the Nineveh 90? It’s a pretty intense 90 days of spiritual and penitential exercises, designed for penance purposes (think fasting) and to instill some spiritual habits (hence 90 days) that a person may have been putting off for one reason or another. This year, I’m trying the Nineveh 90; it begins on the 13th of this month, and ends on the 100th anniversary of the final apparition of Our Lady of Fatima.
My family loves pizza, so as I began preparing for the Nineveh 90, I realized I needed to come up with an alternative to our regular ordering of pizza. I remembered our family occasionally made pizza on english muffins growing up, but that idea didn’t really make me super excited. However, instead, I decided to shop the pizza aisle at the grocery store a couple weeks ago, to see how we could curb our pizza ordering during the Nineveh 90, but also still have some sort of pizza indulgence. I came up with this idea:
But, the fun didn’t end there. I enlisted the help of my trusty little man, and had him design all the pizzas. He dislikes pizza sauce, and this process allowed him to create his own personal pizza.
He was given artistic license on everyone’s pizza that day…
The entire experience left me feeling pretty confident I have found a decent alternative to ordering pizza – and, the perk? We weren’t woken up throughout the night needing water to satiate thirst that comes from copious amounts of salt in takeout pizza.
Tonight, I decided we would repeat the meal from a couple weeks ago. This time, we had a few more ingredients on hand, and a newly requested ingredient of “french fries.” So, my husband got his meat-lovers pizza using hamburger, pepperoni, and bacon bits, I got my pepperoni ‘n bacon bits pizza, and our son got his cheese, pepperoni, “flat french fries” pizza.
I had no intention of linking up with the “My Sunday Best” series today, simply because I am still ruminating on my thoughts from Mass.
However, at the end of the day, as I sat in my pajamas, my son had an exchange with me, which reminded me of a previous article I posted a while back – about being a reflection in they eyes of my children, and how every action parents undertake are noticed by our small children.
Tonight, my son brought my lipstick out of my bathroom. As I sent him back to the bathroom, with an instruction to put it back and to stay out of my makeup drawer, in a deflated manner, as he dragged his feet, I heard him mumble, “But, I wanted to make my mom pretty.” I told him to bring me the lipstick, and put some on my lips. At that point, he excitedly exclaimed, while jumping up and down, “See? Perfect! I like my mommy when she’s pretty!” His enthusiasm reminded me to take a moment and revel in the beauty he sees in me, regardless of how I see myself.
To my husband’s credit, he attempted, through the entire make-up conversation, to impress upon our son that I am beautiful all the time, regardless of whether or not I am wearing lipstick. We’re afraid that particular lesson fell on deaf ears!