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A change

Okay, so I said at the beginning of this blog that I was going to just update the life of my baby girl, Giada. Though it was a noble idea, I have decided that trying to post little tidbits of my daily life as a stay at home mom on my blog, would be rather refreshing. So, I will be doing both; updating everyone on my princess and her life adventures, and adding my own comments on how my life has changed since becoming a mother. Hope you like it!






Mama Mia!
So, Rob has a mistress, and her name is Settebello. She's an authentic Napoletana Pizzeria in downtown Salt Lake City. Every time we go downtown to eat, Rob wants to eat there. It's pretty tasty, I must admit, but the last time we went, which was almost a week ago, we had Giada give it a taste for the first time. After all, the girl is Italian, and it's in her DNA to love pizza, right? When we put the crust in her mouth, she just clamped down on it, and stared at us. It was like, "What do you expect me to do with this?" It was pretty funny. Rob insists that she loved it, and thus pizza will be her first official 'adult food' favorite. Notice from the picture that she is using her hands (as every true Italian does) to explain how she is enjoying this tantalizing treat. She also got a little taste of cinnamon gelato from mommy for dessert. What a lucky bambina!

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