A friend gave my son a butterfly kit for his 7th birthday. Over the course of a couple of weeks, we watched out caterpillars build their chrysalides and hatch into butterflies. Then it was time to let them go–Bye, bye butterflies!
Every time we get to the beach, my husband and kids conspire to dig “the deepest hole ever.” This time, I think they may have actually gotten close!
My daughter has never met a puddle she didn’t want to splash in.
I guess we’ve reached that point in the summer when it’s actually time to unearth my ice cream maker from the depths of the kitchen cabinets.
Yup, I actually do have one…it was one of the most exciting things that I got to add to my wedding registry. For the first few years, I used it a ton…then I broke the bowl and forgot about it for a bit. At some point in the middle of the winter, I ordered a replacement bowl and told myself that I would be making a ton of ice cream this summer….
Not quite yet.
I’ve eaten plenty of ice cream, mind you, but I haven’t been able to get my act together to make any. The forethought involved in putting the bowl in the freezer the night before just hasn’t quite worked out.