Delighted

It has been a matter of actual tears and desperate prayers for a certain little boy in our home that the ice cream man come and come soon. Yesterday, he did just that for the first time of the season. Noah was one delighted boy. He flitted around the yard and leaped into the air, giddy to be hearing that musical van come around the neighborhood. He gobbled his fudge pop right away and with a drippy, stained shirt and a chocolatey face he handed me back the sticky stick and told me he felt sick. Ah, childhood.


Since spring has sprung and we've been outdoors, Anna has suffered from a little "helmet envy" watching Noah ride with his gear. This weekend, she scored a helmet of her own. And to say she is delighted with it would be an understatement. She will not let me take it off her head without a TOTAL meltdown. She's pretty sure she's hot stuff now. And really, folks, how's a girl to part with such a becoming look?