Somehow, I committed to making homemade pasta last night. I'm really not even sure how it happened. In the morning, we were talking in vague generalities about how you make pasta and that somehow turned in to we'll do it tonight. The last time we did this, I just remember it being a horrible mess and wanting to curl up on the kitchen floor in the fetal position. As it turns out, the kids are big enough now that it was actually fun and only mildly destroyed my kitchen.
I did the initial combining of flour and eggs because it needs to be done by hand and both children declared there was no way they were doing it. But...they took over the kneading:
After all of the kneading, the kids took turns cranking:
Please notice the flour on Evan's forehead: