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.

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  1. 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?

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