On a Sabbath that was decidedly un-Sabbath-like, we spent most of the day packing, unpacking, and repacking everything that was in the attic. And our reward? Ice cream at Old Dutch (cross it off the list).
After dinner, we bathed Lily and dressed her in her jammies (please tell me we're not the only ones who do things like this) and took her to get her first ice cream cone, wet hair and all. She really enjoyed it and, surprisingly, was the only one of the three of us to not drip ice cream on herself. The best part was watching her wave to the cars pulling out of the parking lot while saying, "Bye-bye! I lull loo!" I died laughing every time.
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