Is it summer yet? Down here, it's been mighty darn close. Temps in the lower 80s and humidity cubed.
Just in time for Emma's latest St. Vincent De Paul's purchase, popsicle molds! The kids each made one, lemonade for Anna, O.J., for John M. and Sunny D. for Emma. They broke them out yesterday and licked them to death.
I can still remember freezing Hawaiian Punch in ice cube trays as a kid, and it was just like heaven. On a stick.
(I realize these popsicles are a little phallic, but hey . . .)