All Jammied Up And Ready For Ice Cream

If it's true that ice cream goes straight to your hips, I should be having difficulty getting through the doorway this September. Being the final day in August, we packed up our "jammied" offspring and headed down to our favourite ice cream place. Does it look like a dive? It is. But we love it there. When we arrive at the window there is much humming and hawing over flavours but it usually ends up that everyone asks for the same ice cream every time.

Meghan is beginning to cost us some penny since she now wants a full scoop instead of a "kiddie cone", Molly remains the drippy-faced girl, Emily pats her lips with a napkin while she licks, and Oliver excitedly chats on about his while it melts away. He often passes it to me before it's half gone and declares, "I'm all done now, Mommy." Terry always enjoys his black cherry on a sugar cone and I gobble up chocolate peanut butter ice cream and even though I regret having something so filling after dinner, I can't help myself. Did I mention that I sometimes eat Oliver's leftovers?

Now, if I can write a whole post about ice cream, it must be because my friend and I officially began "eating clean" starting yesterday. Pray for me :)