And since we were doing that at the adjacent block, we thought we'd pop in for some ice cream too b/c that of course sounded soooo good. However, the last time we went for shakes we had a less than satisfactory customer service experience - we received peanut butter instead of chocolate and a hassle when confronted. But, Terry figured and I agreed that she probably just had a bad day.
And what did we get? A perfect chocolate shake and no hard feelings. We're glad we went back. Here are some shots of our time together.
Noah was blowing rasberries and Evie thought it was great, though mommy did not.
Noah enjoying the last bits.
It was so difficult to get him to sit still so I could get a clear shot of his face and shirt...sugar musta worked fast, plus the fact that he's a 3 and a half year old BOY.
This is why boys need mothers: laundry
Sweet...
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