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!
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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.