Over a month ago Dillon gathered a bunch of quarters and told the kids that the next time the ice cream truck passed, they could get one. One time I was in the back jumping on the trampoline with Bailey and ran as fast as I could inside to tell them, but we missed it. Tears were shed by these wee ones. Even though we had perfectly yummy ice cream in the freezer. It’s just the idea of it, I suppose. So after a few weeks and the failed attempt at flagging one down (and two little friends who decided to chase it and not tell their mommas) they finally got it. When the ice cream truck FINALLY came back, they were SO HAPPY to get their overpriced ice cream! 
It’s sad that this wonderful summer is actually over. It’s been so warm and beautiful! And now it’s dropping down to the 50’s later this week. Ugh!