November is coming quickly to a close.

*Good News We didn't burn the pizza! this with a little editing will link up with the second part. The bad news is I don't currently have an idea of where to go next...I have started the ending and there is a huge gap I think in-between, I think. After editing day I will post all that I have*

I sit and put my legs up on the couch my knee is stiff but not sore and i am grateful. The next few days would be hard with me not being able to walk well. I want things to go well for our first week in our house. I want to be able to make this ours. Helen’s laughter erupts and I snap out of my thoughts to see her feeding her dad with an empty plastic spoon. She is giggling as he makes it difficult for her to get it in his mouth. It reminds me so of how she was so desperate to eat that we could not get the spoon in fast enough. I have a pang of longing for that time when she was so very little. This is as fun and her conversations and play is just as engaging but a sibling for our inquisitive and curious child would be wonderful.

I smell the pizza and jump to my feet how long has it been since i put it in. I half run to the kitchen afraid to burn the pizza. I open the oven and see that the pizza seems to be done to perfection. I look around for the pot holders or a towel and see nothing. “Justin I need to get the pizza out and we don’t have the oven mitts out” I call toward the living room. I leave the oven door open and begin to look at the boxes seeing if any of them say that the pot holders or kitchen towels are in there. I don’t find anything.

Justin comes in with Helen following. He looks quickly around and noticing the heat coming from the open oven and the pizza that has continued to brown he whips off his t’shirt and uses it to pull the pizza from the oven and slide it on to the counter.

Helen laughs and claps to see him do this and he adds a floursh as he kicks the oven door closed with his heel.

“Bravo! My darling Justin to the rescue again.” I say with a giggle and slide my hands appreciatively around his bare waist. I give his sholder a quick kiss.

“So Helen, where do you think the pizza cutter is?” I ask her with a slight giggle.
Helen cocks her head and looks at the boxes. “It’s not here mommy she says. These aren’t the right boxes to cook with.”

I look at the boxes my self and the one that are stacked there are all dishes and cook books none of the pots and pans or the gooking gear is in these boxes.

“Justin, she’s right, I thought I saw them here before, Where did they go.” I ask more to myself than to anyone.
“I thought so too.” says Justin

“Well, this mystery will have to wait. I know we have scissors and there are paper towels that is all we need.” I fetch the scissors that I saw in the Den and we cut the Pizza and picnic with it in the living room.