Baking with your littles is so so important. Something I am very guilty of not doing. It's messy, it's time consuming and it's tedious. But then I see sessions like this and I instantly think "oh my gosh why am I not cooking with my son more?!?!"
This home is filled to the brim with the delicious smell of handmade pizza dough, the sounds of little girls laughter & the wide smile of their very blessed mama. I think of pizza dough making as a tradition. Something we teach our children so one day they can do the same with their babes. Everything about this to me made me feel like I was in an old Italian home in the country side as the vintage music rose with the flour.
To have a happy home is to be blessed beyond all measures.