





While Matt and I were at Molly and Aaron's rehearsal dinner (a wonderful evening at Clink's) the kids had a ball at Grandpa Tim and Grammy Kath's house. As you can see, it was one of those hot nights where all there is to do is eat popsicles -Lucy's choice, and search for bugs - Gus's choice. Without clothing. Because its too hot and more fun this way.
The next morning, Tim asked me if Lucy had ever had a popsicle before, and I said no, she hadn't. Apparently she knew just what to do with it and enjoyed it immensely.
.... off to make some homeade ice pops....
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