Fun with Popsicles

I don't have much to write about as of late with the exception of the nasty asthma attack I suffered due to my desire to repaint my bedroom. I really don't know how it started but, after vacuuming the Frankenstein-sized dust bunnies under my bed and dresser, I started to have what some would call a sneeze attack of the worst kind. I thought it would be over once I was finished cleaning 6 years worth of dirty carpet but it prolonged into the night and then started becoming something a little different...more of a cold, really. The next day I fought to breathe and could not get a deep breath. That night, I got a whopping 2 hours of sleep and the heavy chest went on into the next day. I made an appointment with my Dr. who said that I was having an asthma attack and gave me some pills to lessen the inflammation in my lungs. So far it's been working for the most part but it was still a scary experience.

To lighten the mood a little bit after cleaning, painting, and doing other chores today, we let all 3 kids have a Popsicle. Now, usually, only the 2 oldest get one all their own but tonight Lynnea got to have her very own as well. She was in heaven. Here's a slide show of "Popsicle fever."

I also got a treat tonight. A few years ago, a company that rented one of Will's dad's buildings made ice cream that they sold to stores. Every once in a while, dad would bring home a box of the most delicious, perfect ice cream bars ever. Whenever I saw one in the work freezer, I had to savor each scrumptious, savory bite. Now, for those of you who don't like things out of the ordinary, this wouldn't be your kind of treat but for me, it is divine. Green tea ice cream lovingly enrobed in a coating of white chocolate. Heaven. About a year ago, Will came home with devastating news. They had discontinued the green tea bars because someone over in Hong Kong had died...(don't ask me what the correlation is). I was devastated and thought I would never taste them again. Then I got a phone message a few days ago from my techy husband that a box had arrived from the ice cream company. Inside, was pure heaven. Here is a picture of the ice cream masterpiece (albeit a little blurry). MMMM! After having a bite of it, Mikayla said she wanted to eat the rest of them. I firmly said "no, these are mommy's treats." Something has to be sacred, right?