You Don't See That Every Day

This girl had a birthday about a week or so ago. She came into our lives as a whirlwind 8 years ago, so much like her mom and so much like her dad. We thought she was our last child, but a few years later that changed. So she is the baby princess, and yet, she is also a big sis.  We celebrated her birthday night with ice cream, as you can see. We happen to really like ice cream around her. Possibly more than we like cake.  (But actually, the only reason we didn't have cake that night was because we had cake the night before for her cousin's birthday, and we were going to have cake the next day with family to celebrate her and her uncle.)

This one is for my friend Patsy , When my Runner's World magazine comes in the mail, I curl up to read it on the couch with a bowl of ice cream. Every time.

We all scream for ice cream; because, really, what's better than ice cream to shout about? at least in the food arena...  And yes, that is a lot of ice cream cones. A lot . Guess what we'll be going through for the next few months? If you come to visit, we'll be offering cones for dessert. So we had a neighborhood ice cream party on our block this past Monday. I scored some great deals on Tillamook ice cream at the local Albertson's. You think you have great ice cream in your neck of the woods!? Oh no ... this stuff is so much better than anything else out there. Seriously, Tillamook beats them all, hands down. Try it, you'll see.  So anyway, we stocked up with a bunch of cartons, on sale, and then hauled them out to the street Monday evening. With some chairs, some whipped cream, and toppings from another neighbor's kitchen, we sat and waited. Since the kids had gone around the 'hood earlier in the day handing out invitations, we didn't hav...