We hadn't have our summer pizza on the grill dinner, so Papa told us we'd better come over. Dad ALWAYS makes the special oil and doesn't have a recipe. There was an emergency with Gramma, so I got to figure out a recipe. I did a darn good job at guessing!
The dress had to be ditched after Gianna tried drinking out of a water bottle by herself.
Right back to the dirt and rocks.
This picture cracks me up. She will hate me for it some day. I'm totally fine with that!
Knock, knock....NONNA!!!!
I'm coming to get you!
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