Today was one of those days. One of those glorious, loving-every-minute summer days, with bike rides (dad pulling the bike trailer), swimming lessons, a little weeding and planting and napping, Gramps' frozen custard, more bike rides (mom pulling the bike trailer), and swinging at the park.
However, lest anyone think we are that perfect blogging family with the idyllic life... a little reality: In the park, Elliott regurgitated half the ice cream he ate 20 minutes before (although, the goofball didn't even seem to notice) and, on the bike ride home I was treated to a chorus of Elliott bellowing and Liam saying things like, "Mom, Elliott's putting his feet on me." "Mom, Elliott's chewing my seatbelt." "Mom, Elliott smells gross!" Although I washed my hands and changed my clothes, seven hours later I still smell faintly of sour milk.
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That is the greatest picture of Elliott ever. Ever. It's my new screensaver.
I'm back--several hours later--just to look at it and laugh again. Even though it's also my screensaver.
thanks, Liz. it makes me so happy that my little goofball could make your day. (If he knew it, he'd be glad, too.)
ahhh, summer... what would it be without a little gakked-up goo?
I can tell you, grape popsicles aren't terribly much better, and tend to stain, but what happens outside, stays outside!
p.s. I'm so glad you've found your path to the dough-hook. It's been my "cheat" for years, and though we're on our second motor, I will never go back to kneading by hand. Ack.
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