It's book fair time at school. Do you remember the book fair? I sure do. I LOVED book fair time. I loved going around looking at all the different books there were to choose from. I loved pursing the pictures, and skimming through some of the chapters in books I could never get my hands on at our school library. I also loved making out my "Wish List" because they very often strategically planned the book fair right around the holidays.
Oh yea, and we usually got out of class to do all of this.
It was pure beauty.
The Girl came home very excited about the book fair. She has never been, and I know she too will love it as much as I did. I can hardly wait to see her "Wish List". It will be INCREDIBLY difficult for me not to purchase every book she writes down on that list, just out of sheer excitement.
She was talking to me this morning over breakfast about the book fair.
D: Momma, the book fair is at our school! I think today is the day we get to go and see it. I will get to see all the books that they brought!
me: Today? Really? I can't believe you get to go today! Do you get to write down all the books you want on a list?
D: Ya! They let you put down all the books you like, and then you will get them!
me: Well, actually it's called a "Wish List" that means it's full of the books you wish you could get. Kind of like a Christmas list. Just because they are on the list doesn't mean you will actually get the books.
D: Oh.
Pause while The Girl thinks.
D: Well mom, I heard there is this really really cute book there.
me: Really? A cute book?
D: Ya!
me: What is it about?
D: It's this really cute book about spiders.
me: Spiders?
D: Ya, and it's sooo cute! I really want it.
me: Why do you want to have a book about spiders?
D: I just love them. This book will tell me all the facts I need to know about them. Like what they eat, where they like to live, some of their names, and maybe even if they are poisonous.
me: Wow! That does sound like a cute book.
D: I know I want to get that one!
That's my girl. Loving non-fiction reading.
Getting all the "facts".
She's such a little Scientist.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
If I Do Say So Myself
I think I might be a genius.
Seriously.
I am sure you all have figured out why I still am doing a lot of cleaning in the bathroom. It isn't because I think a meticulous bathroom is a necessity. No, it's because I don't have a choice in the matter. Someone in our home has a loaded weapon, and has yet mastered how to use it (see #4).
The other day, I saw a commercial that peaked my interest. It was for Scrubbing Bubbles Toilet Cleaning Gel. All you do is put this blob of gel stuff into the bowl of your toilet. Bingo, Bango, every time you flush, it cleans your toilet. The idea was that, since it disolves by itself after about a week of flushing, you would never have to remove one of those toilet bowl-cleaner-holder-thingys again. Especially after months of use.
Ewwww.
Again, I do not really feel like my bathroom needs to be immaculate at all times, but I had an idea. See, in the commercial they place the blob kind of high, under the rim, and a bit out of site. I thought, "What if I put this blob low, straight out in front, and in plain view?" My plan was to tell The Little Man it was a target, and like all targets, he must shoot it. Then when he flushes, my toilet gets a little refresher. I felt BRILLIANT!
Oh yea, sure, other, more experienced mothers, have probably already come up with something similar. Like, I have heard of the Cheerio method, and there are even flush-able targets made just for this very reason, BUT are they cleaning the toilet at the same time?
I think not.
I will say that the fragrance that they put in that gel is a bit strong. In fact, I have had to hold my breath in there a few times. However, it dramatically cut down the number of times I have had to clean the bathroom in a day from around six to about one to two times.
Of course, like all good things, the novelty of it has worn off a bit, but it is easy to remind him before he goes into the potty, to aim for the blue target.
And my toilets have fresh breath.
Also, the Cheerios in my home have maintained their dignity.
It's the small achievements each day like these, that keep me going.
Seriously.
I am sure you all have figured out why I still am doing a lot of cleaning in the bathroom. It isn't because I think a meticulous bathroom is a necessity. No, it's because I don't have a choice in the matter. Someone in our home has a loaded weapon, and has yet mastered how to use it (see #4).
The other day, I saw a commercial that peaked my interest. It was for Scrubbing Bubbles Toilet Cleaning Gel. All you do is put this blob of gel stuff into the bowl of your toilet. Bingo, Bango, every time you flush, it cleans your toilet. The idea was that, since it disolves by itself after about a week of flushing, you would never have to remove one of those toilet bowl-cleaner-holder-thingys again. Especially after months of use.
Ewwww.
Again, I do not really feel like my bathroom needs to be immaculate at all times, but I had an idea. See, in the commercial they place the blob kind of high, under the rim, and a bit out of site. I thought, "What if I put this blob low, straight out in front, and in plain view?" My plan was to tell The Little Man it was a target, and like all targets, he must shoot it. Then when he flushes, my toilet gets a little refresher. I felt BRILLIANT!
Oh yea, sure, other, more experienced mothers, have probably already come up with something similar. Like, I have heard of the Cheerio method, and there are even flush-able targets made just for this very reason, BUT are they cleaning the toilet at the same time?
I think not.
I will say that the fragrance that they put in that gel is a bit strong. In fact, I have had to hold my breath in there a few times. However, it dramatically cut down the number of times I have had to clean the bathroom in a day from around six to about one to two times.
Of course, like all good things, the novelty of it has worn off a bit, but it is easy to remind him before he goes into the potty, to aim for the blue target.
And my toilets have fresh breath.
Also, the Cheerios in my home have maintained their dignity.
It's the small achievements each day like these, that keep me going.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Black is Back
I'm on a little early today, but we have Halloween fun to do tonight so I thought I would quick post what my little cuties are going to look like at their Fall Festival this evening.
My Girl. She is the cutest little crime fighter I ever did see:
Showing some Super Hero Strength:
Hearing a call for help:
And if you read yesterday's post, you know the difficulties I've had with getting The Little Man in pictures. Put the boy in a costume, and he's serious business...even if he is smiling that cheesy grin under the mask.
Much more serious, and bringing the whole "Darth Vader Presence" with him.
Hopefully we'll get more Trick-or-Treat type pictures as Halloween approaches.
My Girl. She is the cutest little crime fighter I ever did see:
Showing some Super Hero Strength:
Hearing a call for help:
And if you read yesterday's post, you know the difficulties I've had with getting The Little Man in pictures. Put the boy in a costume, and he's serious business...even if he is smiling that cheesy grin under the mask.
Much more serious, and bringing the whole "Darth Vader Presence" with him.
Hopefully we'll get more Trick-or-Treat type pictures as Halloween approaches.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Just For Fun
I had out the studio equipment for another client yesterday, so after nap time was over, the kids let me have some fun.
The Girl loves this type of thing. She has outfits planned and hair do's to wear. She also liked the idea of having a fan (the blow dryer) on.
Showing a little 'tude:
Outfit and hair change:
Next up: The Little Man. The Little Man is at an awkward stage for getting his picture taken. He knows that he is supposed to smile, but doesn't know how to smile for the camera and not look cheesy. There are so many outtakes from his portion of the shoot, but here are a couple of cute ones:
Trying really hard not to laugh:
Full on giggle machine:
(Note the no eye contact in both images. Sister was being an "assistant" off to camera left.)
The ONLY one of the two of them together where someone doesn't have their eyes closed or a weird face. What can I say, it was a bad day for a sibling shot. This one is still pretty cute though. The Little Man looks like a deer in the headlights, but whatever.
You know what I love about these type of impromptu, just for fun shoots? I love that they AREN'T perfect. That's what pictures are about sometimes. Our lives aren't perfect. I don't want to look back at pictures of my kids and only remember perfect smiles and hair. I want to remember that time when The Little Man didn't know how to smile for the camera. I want to remember how much The Girl loved working the camera, and what her idea of a "great outfit" was. It's part of our lives, and I don't want to forget a single moment of it.
The Girl loves this type of thing. She has outfits planned and hair do's to wear. She also liked the idea of having a fan (the blow dryer) on.
Showing a little 'tude:
Outfit and hair change:
Next up: The Little Man. The Little Man is at an awkward stage for getting his picture taken. He knows that he is supposed to smile, but doesn't know how to smile for the camera and not look cheesy. There are so many outtakes from his portion of the shoot, but here are a couple of cute ones:
Trying really hard not to laugh:
Full on giggle machine:
(Note the no eye contact in both images. Sister was being an "assistant" off to camera left.)
The ONLY one of the two of them together where someone doesn't have their eyes closed or a weird face. What can I say, it was a bad day for a sibling shot. This one is still pretty cute though. The Little Man looks like a deer in the headlights, but whatever.
You know what I love about these type of impromptu, just for fun shoots? I love that they AREN'T perfect. That's what pictures are about sometimes. Our lives aren't perfect. I don't want to look back at pictures of my kids and only remember perfect smiles and hair. I want to remember that time when The Little Man didn't know how to smile for the camera. I want to remember how much The Girl loved working the camera, and what her idea of a "great outfit" was. It's part of our lives, and I don't want to forget a single moment of it.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
He's at it Again
It was deceptively cold today. I mean it was deceptive in the sense that if you gazed out your window, you might think it was a gorgeous sunny day. However, unless your home is built like an ironclad, you should have heard the wind howling at about 100 miles per hour. That wind? well, it was a brisk 15 degrees.
We (who are JOYFULLY on Fall Break) did what we do best on these types of days: Never get out of our jammies. It was a Jammie day! We cooked muffins, made popcorn, watched large amounts of tube, and just hung out.
Part of hanging out for The Little Man and The Girl is playing dress up. The funny thing is, I don't think they think of it as dress up. No, instead I think they think they are getting into the clothes that they should be wearing each day. The clothes that were made for them.
True to his accessorizing nature, The Little Man put together quite the pirate ensemble:
Ummmm....is it just me, or is there something vital missing from this outfit?
Thank goodness we were in the comfort and privacy of our own home. He stayed dressed like this for hours.
That is until lunchtime when his bandanna belt became a headband:
That's what I like to see...versatility.
We (who are JOYFULLY on Fall Break) did what we do best on these types of days: Never get out of our jammies. It was a Jammie day! We cooked muffins, made popcorn, watched large amounts of tube, and just hung out.
Part of hanging out for The Little Man and The Girl is playing dress up. The funny thing is, I don't think they think of it as dress up. No, instead I think they think they are getting into the clothes that they should be wearing each day. The clothes that were made for them.
True to his accessorizing nature, The Little Man put together quite the pirate ensemble:
Ummmm....is it just me, or is there something vital missing from this outfit?
Thank goodness we were in the comfort and privacy of our own home. He stayed dressed like this for hours.
That is until lunchtime when his bandanna belt became a headband:
That's what I like to see...versatility.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Some Days are Longer Than Others
It was four years ago that I was pushing my daughter through uncharted territory in a shopping cart. We had gone to a Super Center that I was not familiar with to find a newly released movie on DVD that, if purchased at said Super Center, came with a free gift. Since I didn't know my way around the store very well, I wanted to keep The Girl entertained while I concentrated on finding the loot. My entertainment of choice happened to be Reese's Peanut Butter Bites.
She eyed them closely before popping one into her mouth. I just laughed because I knew she would just light up with enthusiasm for these yummy chocolate covered peanut butter treats. Instead of gleefully asking for another one, she stopped in the middle of chewing that first bite and started screaming. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that she, "Hated this snack. It was so yucky." She was simultaneously spitting the treat out all over her shirt and into her hands, and then smearing it everywhere while she frantically tried to get it out of her mouth. Since she was a few months short of turning three, she was having a difficult time expressing to me that not only did she not like the flavor of these treats, but her mouth was actually on fire and swelling up. She was having an allergic reaction to the peanut butter, but couldn't tell me what was going on due to her age, and the fact that she had never experienced anything like it before.
I did what all good mothers do. I promptly took her out of the store without her movie because I thought she was being dramatic and wouldn't stop throwing a fit.
I feel like I will never live that down.
As her reaction progressed over the next 30 minutes, I even sent her to her room.
I was desperately seeking that coveted Mother of the Year Award.
Thankfully, I had some divine intervention and decided to call my mom, who is a nurse, to complain about my daughter's weird behavior. She quickly brought light to the situation, and helped me to realize what was really going on. After phone calls to doctors offices and emergency rooms she was, thankfully, OK.
Since that day, we have been living with the reality of our daughter having a food allergy. Not just a few hives or maybe an upset tummy afterward, but a food allergy that causes anaphylaxis. With that we have her tested every year to make sure that it isn't getting any worse.
Sometimes (very rarely) kids can grow out of food allergies, but peanut allergies are the least likely food allergy to outgrow. Only 10% of kids outgrow a peanut allergy. Last years test results indicated that maybe, just maybe, she may be outgrowing this allergy. Further testing earlier this year indicated otherwise. This year's testing, proved those tests right.
Today as we did our annual test, The Girl did not do so well. She was such a trooper while receiving the scratch with the peanut protein on it. Usually, this is the area of greatest difficulty. After the nurse left, she boasted about how well she did with the "shot". Quickly after that, she burst into tears. She exclaimed that she couldn't take the pain anymore. It was burning and itching and she was having a hard time handling it. I tried scratching her back to see if that would help (the test was done on her forearm). Then I gave her a piece of gum and told her to chomp down on it really hard when it was itching too much for her to think. That seemed to do the trick. Unfortunately, her reaction site exploded into a huge hive. The doctor didn't even have to come into the room to tell me what I could already plainly see. She had not grown out of her allergy, and in fact it looked as if it had gotten worse.
They got her all cleaned up, and put some soothing cream on the reaction site. We were to wait there until the doctor came back into the room with our paperwork and prescription. As we waited, The Girl called for me, "Momma, I think I am going to throw up all over the place!" I looked up from my magazine to see my girl as white as a sheet, lips white, and eyes totally glazed over. I grabbed a trash can for her. Then I opened the exam room door and called for some help. Thankfully, they responded quickly with some antihistamine and all was good.
Let me tell you, it scared me to death. This wasn't like the first time when I had no clue what was going on, and only in hindsight could understand the seriousness of it all. This time I knew exactly what was happening right then and there. She was having an allergic reaction that could have possibly been life threatening.
She looked so little and fragile. I still can't get the image out of my head. I realized as I sat there and waited for the medicine to fully take effect, that I needed to see this. This needed to happen. I don't think in the past year or so that I have been taking this condition as seriously as I needed to. I have been horribly unprepared for the worst, and the worst is something I can't even think about. I needed to be reminded that this food allergy is serious business. Her life is just that much more fragile.
As we loaded into the car to go home, my head continued to spin with the thoughts of what had just happened, and the "What If's", and the "What am I going to do's". Then, as I started the car, the radio was playing "Spoken For" by Mercy Me. The chorus in that song that always makes me feel so loved and so cozy. It goes: "Covered by your love divine, child of the risen Lord. To hear you say, 'This one's mine', my heart is spoken for."
This time I didn't think about myself. This time I heard those words spoken about my daughter. He was reminding me, that I need not worry. She is His. He has already spoken for her. He's got her in His sight, and he doesn't blink. He loves her even more than I do. He's got it covered.
Praise you God! Thank you for never taking your eyes off of your children, and loving them even more than we ever could.
She eyed them closely before popping one into her mouth. I just laughed because I knew she would just light up with enthusiasm for these yummy chocolate covered peanut butter treats. Instead of gleefully asking for another one, she stopped in the middle of chewing that first bite and started screaming. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that she, "Hated this snack. It was so yucky." She was simultaneously spitting the treat out all over her shirt and into her hands, and then smearing it everywhere while she frantically tried to get it out of her mouth. Since she was a few months short of turning three, she was having a difficult time expressing to me that not only did she not like the flavor of these treats, but her mouth was actually on fire and swelling up. She was having an allergic reaction to the peanut butter, but couldn't tell me what was going on due to her age, and the fact that she had never experienced anything like it before.
I did what all good mothers do. I promptly took her out of the store without her movie because I thought she was being dramatic and wouldn't stop throwing a fit.
I feel like I will never live that down.
As her reaction progressed over the next 30 minutes, I even sent her to her room.
I was desperately seeking that coveted Mother of the Year Award.
Thankfully, I had some divine intervention and decided to call my mom, who is a nurse, to complain about my daughter's weird behavior. She quickly brought light to the situation, and helped me to realize what was really going on. After phone calls to doctors offices and emergency rooms she was, thankfully, OK.
Since that day, we have been living with the reality of our daughter having a food allergy. Not just a few hives or maybe an upset tummy afterward, but a food allergy that causes anaphylaxis. With that we have her tested every year to make sure that it isn't getting any worse.
Sometimes (very rarely) kids can grow out of food allergies, but peanut allergies are the least likely food allergy to outgrow. Only 10% of kids outgrow a peanut allergy. Last years test results indicated that maybe, just maybe, she may be outgrowing this allergy. Further testing earlier this year indicated otherwise. This year's testing, proved those tests right.
Today as we did our annual test, The Girl did not do so well. She was such a trooper while receiving the scratch with the peanut protein on it. Usually, this is the area of greatest difficulty. After the nurse left, she boasted about how well she did with the "shot". Quickly after that, she burst into tears. She exclaimed that she couldn't take the pain anymore. It was burning and itching and she was having a hard time handling it. I tried scratching her back to see if that would help (the test was done on her forearm). Then I gave her a piece of gum and told her to chomp down on it really hard when it was itching too much for her to think. That seemed to do the trick. Unfortunately, her reaction site exploded into a huge hive. The doctor didn't even have to come into the room to tell me what I could already plainly see. She had not grown out of her allergy, and in fact it looked as if it had gotten worse.
They got her all cleaned up, and put some soothing cream on the reaction site. We were to wait there until the doctor came back into the room with our paperwork and prescription. As we waited, The Girl called for me, "Momma, I think I am going to throw up all over the place!" I looked up from my magazine to see my girl as white as a sheet, lips white, and eyes totally glazed over. I grabbed a trash can for her. Then I opened the exam room door and called for some help. Thankfully, they responded quickly with some antihistamine and all was good.
Let me tell you, it scared me to death. This wasn't like the first time when I had no clue what was going on, and only in hindsight could understand the seriousness of it all. This time I knew exactly what was happening right then and there. She was having an allergic reaction that could have possibly been life threatening.
She looked so little and fragile. I still can't get the image out of my head. I realized as I sat there and waited for the medicine to fully take effect, that I needed to see this. This needed to happen. I don't think in the past year or so that I have been taking this condition as seriously as I needed to. I have been horribly unprepared for the worst, and the worst is something I can't even think about. I needed to be reminded that this food allergy is serious business. Her life is just that much more fragile.
As we loaded into the car to go home, my head continued to spin with the thoughts of what had just happened, and the "What If's", and the "What am I going to do's". Then, as I started the car, the radio was playing "Spoken For" by Mercy Me. The chorus in that song that always makes me feel so loved and so cozy. It goes: "Covered by your love divine, child of the risen Lord. To hear you say, 'This one's mine', my heart is spoken for."
This time I didn't think about myself. This time I heard those words spoken about my daughter. He was reminding me, that I need not worry. She is His. He has already spoken for her. He's got her in His sight, and he doesn't blink. He loves her even more than I do. He's got it covered.
Praise you God! Thank you for never taking your eyes off of your children, and loving them even more than we ever could.
Monday, October 20, 2008
The Donkeys' Names Where Black and Decker
Our weekend was chalk full of excitement. The weather was gorgeous, and I am happy to say that we didn't miss a single second of it. Combine the weather with the beautiful fall colors, and it was just down right wonderful.
First on the activity schedule, the neighborhood had their annual Pumpkin Patch Fall Frenzy. This was the second time in the five years we have lived here that we have made it. The first time we went, we were just a little less than impressed as The Girl came home with an oddly shaped gourd from the "Pumpkin Patch". We did the only thing you can do with something that small; we got out a ball point pen and drew a face on the poor thing. Needless to say, from that point on, we haven't really made room on the calendar for this event in the years that followed. For some reason, this year, I thought we would extend some grace and try it again. I think it's safe to say that they have made some improvements:
Yes, we brought that monster home. Hubby says he'll have to take a shower after cleaning that big guy out. I think we are going to be getting some of these to make the task a bit easier. The Girl kept exclaiming to everyone that she got the, "King of the Pumpkin Patch". I can't say I disagree. The pumpkin is indeed a beast.
Hubby kept giving me a hard time because I made him pull the wagon to the patch. Of course, the kids wanted to ride in it. He kept saying, "Aren't our kids a bit too big for this thing?" I thought they fit just fine shoved into their wagon.
It was really just their feet and legs that didn't fit. See how happy they are riding along though?
Plus, I think he thought I was a GENIUS when it came time to walk home.
That's what I call thinking ahead, people.
(Good grief! Look at that beast practically taking up the whole wagon!)
Besides picking out the "King of the Patch" we also got to play in the jump houses, run through a Fun Bus (a bus that has been converted so it has gym mats, toys, and a slide that comes off the back), and also a hayride through the hay fields. OK, there are no hayfields in the 'burbs, but we rode a wagon pulled by two donkeys through the pool parking lot. Hey, they did two laps around that lot. It resembled a hay ride so closely, it was difficult not to confuse the two. The kids were happy though:
The second half of our day consisted of the four of us, plus the cousins and fam, going Geocaching. This was the first time for our kids to try this treasure hunt type activity out, and they loved it. We just hunted for a few in our local town. I think that Hubby may have had even more fun than the kids since he got to play with a new GPS device.
Here's The Little Man heading down the trail, off to find some treasure:
The whole crew following a beaten down path through some tall grass that led to our first hidden box:
The Girl happily stopping her search for a picture:
(That is NOT a forced smile...in case you are wondering)
We found it!
Off to find more loot:
(Note my hubby and his GPS)
We, unfortunately, could not find one of the geocaches. I'll admit, it left a bad taste in my mouth to have to walk away beaten, but I'll move on. The Girl, however, may be scarred for life over the fact that we didn't stop for ice cream on the way home. Somehow, she got it into her head that everyone stops for ice cream after Geocaching. Later, she did say that she absolutely hates Treasure Hunting because she was unable to eat ice cream afterwards, and that ice cream afterwards is the ONLY thing that would make her like Treasure Hunting.
So to say she lost her cool a little bit afterwards is a slight understatement.
Also, the drama involved was enough to win some sort of award.
Thankfully, we all had such a good time it really didn't ruin the day for anyone else, and ice cream or no ice cream, I still enjoyed the hunt.
First on the activity schedule, the neighborhood had their annual Pumpkin Patch Fall Frenzy. This was the second time in the five years we have lived here that we have made it. The first time we went, we were just a little less than impressed as The Girl came home with an oddly shaped gourd from the "Pumpkin Patch". We did the only thing you can do with something that small; we got out a ball point pen and drew a face on the poor thing. Needless to say, from that point on, we haven't really made room on the calendar for this event in the years that followed. For some reason, this year, I thought we would extend some grace and try it again. I think it's safe to say that they have made some improvements:
Yes, we brought that monster home. Hubby says he'll have to take a shower after cleaning that big guy out. I think we are going to be getting some of these to make the task a bit easier. The Girl kept exclaiming to everyone that she got the, "King of the Pumpkin Patch". I can't say I disagree. The pumpkin is indeed a beast.
Hubby kept giving me a hard time because I made him pull the wagon to the patch. Of course, the kids wanted to ride in it. He kept saying, "Aren't our kids a bit too big for this thing?" I thought they fit just fine shoved into their wagon.
It was really just their feet and legs that didn't fit. See how happy they are riding along though?
Plus, I think he thought I was a GENIUS when it came time to walk home.
That's what I call thinking ahead, people.
(Good grief! Look at that beast practically taking up the whole wagon!)
Besides picking out the "King of the Patch" we also got to play in the jump houses, run through a Fun Bus (a bus that has been converted so it has gym mats, toys, and a slide that comes off the back), and also a hayride through the hay fields. OK, there are no hayfields in the 'burbs, but we rode a wagon pulled by two donkeys through the pool parking lot. Hey, they did two laps around that lot. It resembled a hay ride so closely, it was difficult not to confuse the two. The kids were happy though:
The second half of our day consisted of the four of us, plus the cousins and fam, going Geocaching. This was the first time for our kids to try this treasure hunt type activity out, and they loved it. We just hunted for a few in our local town. I think that Hubby may have had even more fun than the kids since he got to play with a new GPS device.
Here's The Little Man heading down the trail, off to find some treasure:
The whole crew following a beaten down path through some tall grass that led to our first hidden box:
The Girl happily stopping her search for a picture:
(That is NOT a forced smile...in case you are wondering)
We found it!
Off to find more loot:
(Note my hubby and his GPS)
We, unfortunately, could not find one of the geocaches. I'll admit, it left a bad taste in my mouth to have to walk away beaten, but I'll move on. The Girl, however, may be scarred for life over the fact that we didn't stop for ice cream on the way home. Somehow, she got it into her head that everyone stops for ice cream after Geocaching. Later, she did say that she absolutely hates Treasure Hunting because she was unable to eat ice cream afterwards, and that ice cream afterwards is the ONLY thing that would make her like Treasure Hunting.
So to say she lost her cool a little bit afterwards is a slight understatement.
Also, the drama involved was enough to win some sort of award.
Thankfully, we all had such a good time it really didn't ruin the day for anyone else, and ice cream or no ice cream, I still enjoyed the hunt.
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