Thursday, June 28, 2012

i scream. {or rather, dylan screams.}


on an unusually hot summer day, we journeyed down to our local coffee shop that also stocks 15+ flavors of ice cream.  jb, the kid after my own heart, chose mint chip and because of dylan's sneaking desire in our pantry, forever plucking oreos without asking, i chose cookies and cream for her.  i asked for the smallest size, not realizing there was really only one size.  can you believe those waffle cones?!  goodness!  i don't think i could have finished one...  (but 16 oz. of iced coffee - yes, please!)   


we sat under an umbrella that provided no shelter from the scorching sun.  but, you know what?  i live for these alaskan days.  with the sun beating down on us, i couldn't help but smile.  and, i guess watching my brood devour ice cream cones (just not quite fast enough!), frolic in the dandelions - that also helped my ear-to-ear grin.

this may sound odd, but sometimes, i can't believe they are mine.  i can't believe we were so blessed to have one of each.  they are healthy.  they are (usually!) happy.  they're ridiculously cute, so very smart and they give the best hugs and smooches.  

but.

it can't always be grand.  there are times when someone steals a seat.  especially the coveted one next to mama.  and, that just doesn't fly.  the chairs around our kitchen table are constantly fought over.  NO, MINE! is heard quite frequently.  every meal.  and snack.  as happy as i am to see dylan growing, i kinda miss the high chair days...  sigh...

oh, sad face.
 can't you just hear it?!
dack, mooove!
 


before the soggy cones made an utter mess, i distracted, i tossed.  don't judge.  you do what you gotta do.  the kids ran around for a bit, then we made our way back home, just in time for naps.


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