It’s summer, officially. For weeks and weeks I’ve been patiently waiting for the temperature to warm up enough to be in shorts and a tank top, all day. Yes, that’s how I know it’s really summer, when I can wear tank tops, everyday. It’s a very scientific method.
We live super close to the beach and I decided I want to make it a point to spend as much time at the beach this summer as possible. Shoot, why not?? The kid thinks sand is an amazing toy; she can dump as much as she wants in her hair and there’s still MORE to dump down her diaper. And the huge bathtub she gets to play in, I mean, does it get any better?
We went to the beach last weekend and as we were walking back to the car I spotted a gelato place. No question, Jon knew we HAD to get me some gelato. Even though I tried to convince him, and myself, I didn’t really want any. That was a joke. I got a little sample, had the guy load up a waffle cone with 2 flavors, and we were on our way. But then the kid spotted my treat. She’s a very VERY sweet, delicate, dainty little thing. She talks in a soft sweet voice, likes to cuddle, and give big wet open mouth kisses, lovely. And then she spots a food she wants to eat. That’s when the claws come out. She turns into a rottweiler and starts barking at me. No really, her normally sweet voice that chants ‘more more more’ when she wants more blueberries, turns into a bark of ‘mOOOORE, MOOOre, MOOOOOORE, WOMAN!’ And apparently she wanted a bite of my ice cream, because I heard barking. So I gave her a little bit on the taster spoon I had used in the store. That lasted .00009 seconds. Then she barked at me again. SO I gave her more. She kept barking until I finally inhaled the last bite. Then she cried, and barked, and cried, all at the same time. Awesome.
New rule in our house: I have to hide when I’m eating ice cream. Or else I get barked at.
Use your favorite chocolate chip cookie recipe to make some awesome ice cream sandwiches. And then maybe add a honkin’ scoop of peanut butter, for good measure.
But this ice cream, the toddler never even knew it existed. We ate it too fast I don’t even think we took a breath.