This weekend, we turned the calendar page over to June, hosted a baby shower, and had our first homemade ice cream party of the year. That means it is officially summer in our world.
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Ice cream is served.
One tub of chocolate, one of vanilla. Choose your own toppings.
Bekah chose the perfect jewelry for the occasion!
The children always eat their ice cream on the trampoline!
This little sweetheart was coming back for seconds. (Her dress bears the evidence of the first bowl.)
We had hoped to enjoy the shade of the new umbrella this afternoon. But the warm gusts toppled it a time or two, so it was folded down.
Oh well, these girls knew what to do...pretend to be flowers with umbrella-petals! Gavin came along to join them, mistakenly assuming that they were just cranking the umbrella up and down. "You want to be a flower too?," ask the girls. Nope. He did not. The end of that. (Do you know any 10-year-old boys who would stoop to being a flower?)
We had some extra guests at our ice cream party this afternoon. I am not referring to Ron's mom or his sister or his brother or their spouses.
Pinky came outside and walked in and among us for a while, then settled down in the shade of the chairs. Moses was on the back porch, keeping his eye on us from a safer distance. Then a few guests of the insect variety joined the festivities...a Pennsylvania leather-wing and a lady bug.
I wonder if you can judge the success of the party by the condition of the children's feet?
If so, then our party was a rousing success!