Nothing says summer like ice cream (well, actually, I would argue that ice cream is an all-season treat, but that's just me). And a true indicator of the coming season is the re-arrival of the ice cream man who makes his way through our neighborhood every few days. I was a little surprised to hear his carnival tunes blaring at 9:30 Saturday morning, but hey, ice cream for breakfast works. Ethan and I ran out to meet him and score a few treats, and sat on our sunny back porch to enjoy. I can't think of a better way to start the weekend.
We actually had a lot of ice cream this past weekend, because it was one of the only things Ethan could eat. The poor guy is finally getting over what was a nasty virus that left his mouth looking like an 80 year old man with no access to dental care (or a toothbrush, for that matter). Luckily, the weather was gorgeous and we were able to get outside and distract him. The sandbox provided hours of entertainment.
I just had to post this picture - take a look at this outfit. Yes, those are PJ bottoms. Just another day in the Ethan vs. Mommy fashion wars. Guess how pleased I was when our neighbor stopped by with her two (adorably dressed) little boys...sigh.
2 comments:
Ethan's outfits are precious -- I love his sense of man style. Definitely looks like a yummy weekend!
His outfits are great - I better the neighbor's boys don't have as much fun as Ethan. I hope he is feeling better.
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