pizza boy Sunday night we had pizza. Steve cut up small pieces for Brandon and arranged them nicely on a plate with marinara dipping sauce. But that wasn’t enough for our boy. He grabbed my slice right out of my hand. One thought on “pizza boy” Add yours They are getting minds of their own 🙂 Rachael is now letting us know exactly what she wants to do and eat and even wear sometimes 🙂 Is he talking up a storm yet? Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ
They are getting minds of their own 🙂 Rachael is now letting us know exactly what she wants to do and eat and even wear sometimes 🙂 Is he talking up a storm yet? Reply
holly pelesky 
They are getting minds of their own 🙂 Rachael is now letting us know exactly what she wants to do and eat and even wear sometimes 🙂 Is he talking up a storm yet?