Slow Ice Cream

Last night, Luke and I were on our own as Josh and the boys went to a Y-guides meeting. We took the little red wagon out for a spin. Luke rode on the way to the park, where we watched a golden spider building his web. That spider is a genius. On the way home, Luke thought it was momma's turn to ride ("hop on") and then decided I was too heavy. Regardless, he pulled the wagon all the way home, running most of the time (except for when examining lights for spiders and finding treasures) . At home, we washed a few dishes together. I love how he finds the joy in washing dishes. After that, we spent 30 minutes sharing an ice cream cone. It was the best ice cream cone-eating ever! Luke insisted we use our fingers to scoop the ice cream out of the cone. Cold, gooey, sticky giggling and laughing ensued, accompanied by many silly pictures. After chocolate face removal, we built a house from chairs and blankets, where we read books until the other boys arrived. It's amazing how much life a 2 year old can fit into a couple hours.