Summer, Cont'd

Daphne got a popsicle making set for her birthday, so we made some. The first ones we made were OJ and vanilla ice cream mixed together, and they were really good...like a Dreamsicle. The next ones were lazy popsicles, just some peach-mango juice from a carton. I didn't try those. I don't like peaches or mangoes. The one above was the most work. It is made from watermelon, strawberries, sugar, and lime juice (recipe from Everyday Food). I haven't tasted one, but it looks like Daphne is enjoying hers. I need to ask the neighbors what we have to do to get an ice cream man to come to our street. I could really go for a bomb pop. For some reason, tonight's meal plan is "meatloaf." Oh, how I don't want to make a meatloaf tonight. I want ice cream. At least there will be leftovers for the weekend.

Yesterday, we did some arts and crafts. I let the Peanut use some of my supplies, and she made her first all-by-herself handmade cards:

Today was (finally!) the last day of school here in Loudoun County. I have noticed a much greater than usual number of teenagers walking up and down our street today. The ones that are smiling and carrying ice cream don't worry me, but the moody-looking others seem like they may be up to no good. There's not much scarier than a teenager with time on his hands.

Happy Father's Day to all you good dads out there. I hope you have a fun celebration that includes a nice juicy steak. I'm not sure what we're going to do. Various ideas (bowling, blueberry picking, brunch) have been thrown around, but we'll see what happens. I'm just hoping there are no fits and a reduced amount of whining. I can't take the whining.

Have a good weekend, everybody.