On Monday we went to the annual Not Back to School Party thrown by our "local" homeschool group.
It's really a culmination of a lot of little groups, but we all get together a few times a year and this is one of them. The public schools started back on Monday, so we like to take that day to celebrate our decision to flee institutionalized learning and never look back.
We year-round homeschool, so we've been doing some light learning and a lot of life lessons all summer. We will be starting back full throttle on September 8th.
What is success to you?
To me, it's figuring out how to make an ice cream cake, when previously the inside of the oven has only been used for storage and the occasional frozen pizza.
Mom #2's birthday ice cream cake was so delicious and it's been a great way to beat the heat. She's been having a piece every day after work. Today is the 64th day we've been at or over 100 degrees this summer, BTW.
Take a close look . . . that's homemade cake, pralines and cream ice cream, and whipped topping made from scratch (thanks to Mom #2's artisan mixer).
It's nice to have something sweet and cold after a hard day's work.
Unfortunately, she has to work on her special day, but while she's gone, I'll be attempting to make her a homemade ice cream cake. I usually only cook food that can be prepared either on top of the stove or in the crock pot. Mom #2 does the savory baking and such, so this is a huge venture for me. Hopefully we'll all be alive tomorrow as witness that all things are possible, LOL.
A very nice young lady from our homeschool group was taking a family day trip to the local water park this weekend. She was allowed to invite one person, and guess who that was?
You already know.
She and her dad drove down and picked up Baby Boy and apparently they had a fantastic time because 10 hours later, Baby Boy came home smiling from ear to ear and exhausted: he took a shower, ate all the food we had left in the house, and went to bed. He said she gave him a hug when it was time for him to come home. What have we learned about keeping our hands to ourselves? Anyone.
Just because he's getting older does not mean little hot tamales can come over here and take my Baby Boy away . . . this is going to take a LOT of getting used to.
WWWWHHHHAAAAAAA!!!!!!
That is all. Enjoy your week. I'll be spending mine slathering myself in Oil of Olay, because I'm feeling a little old and distraught today.
Until next time . . .
