Last night after swim team, I took the girls to a local gelato shop. I kept it as a surprise until the last minute, and enjoyed the mind boggling which ensued when they realized I was taking them for a treat. Note to self: do that more often. The gelatos and sorbets were beautiful—I had to choose mango on the color alone. Plus, the place comes equipped with a tall, good looking Italian, which is never a deterrent. The girls agonized and each finally settled on a different chocolate flavor, but when we sat down they all wished they would have considered mango. How providential mine was there to be sampled!
On another note, I’ve been inspired by Amanda’s practice of making daily bread for her family. Is inspired the word? Perhaps flabbergasted comes closer. But I’m intrigued, curious, wondering if this is something I could factor into our busy schedule. Doing it on a daily basis would be out of the question...but how about weekly? My mom used to make bread all the time when I was a child. And cinnamon buns! It's a wonder I still have ten fingers for all the times I'd swoop in to retrieve a wayward raisin as she was cutting the rolled up dough. I’m thinking it’s time to start these bread making memories for my own three girls.
p.s. Note the pink scribbles on Caroline's arms--I believe she put them there after I read her a story about a little red-headed girl who was covered in freckles.