Over the Border for the 4th

It's here! We went over the border to the states to join our fellow Americans in celebrating our country's birthday. Yay, America!


The crowds were gathering on Main Street.
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The stage was set.
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Seats were staked out.
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And quickly abandoned when it was realized only the front row got candy.
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"See the bagpipes, Sawyer? See the little guy!?"
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"Do you know the significance of these historical figures? Old Glory, look there, Sawyer!"
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I tried. But it was all about the candy. Candy trumps everything.
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His pockets were chocked full.
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After the last float had passed, we had time to explore the river.
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Where they feel the most at home.
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Then it was time for the long tromp back to the van. This is how they tromp. I'm not sure if they are capable of a simple walk. Sawyer hit a few strides in there, but only because his pants were falling down from all the candy jammed in his pockets. And Greyson has his own zippy-dee-doo-dah jazz hands thing going off there to the side.
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Remember all that candy they got? There were a lot of tootsie rolls. They decided that tootsie rolls were not their favorite. How would you like to turn around while driving and find your child doing this?


I did not authorize this picture. I thought the border control agent had an odd smile on his face as he waved at them.
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And I did not authorize this behavior. I was having a meaningful conversation with my husband in the front seat about our life goals and the raising of polite, respectful offspring. Then we find this on the camera.

I'm going to make it up to you now.

Just wipe that image from your pretty little head, take a deep breath. Okay.
It's time to find out what I did with my ice cream mixer.
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This is called Failed Ice Cream. Blueberries and raspberries drizzled with homemade ice cream that did not freeze. It was a great 4th of July dessert.

Probably not good enough to erase that tootsie roll image from your head.