This past weekend, we had a party to celebrate my oldest (Elliot) turning 6. I'm not going to say "where did that time go", but WHERE DID THAT TIME GO??? 6 years. Man...
Anyway, I wanted to share some photos from the funness (that's not a word, is it?):
|Yup, I made these. A big pain in my ars, but super cute and tasty!|
|E ball scored a crapload of lootage. Lots o' Mario stuff. Happy kid.|
Most of our guests had left and a few of us were just hanging out when we all together heard a somewhat familiar noise. All looking at each other at the same time, we all said "ice cream truck" in unison. And before we knew it, this puppy was rolling down the driveway:
I can honestly say I've never seen an ice cream truck in my neighborhood. Ever. I'm not even in a neighborhood, I'm in the boonies. Jesse was standing in the driveway and flagged it down as it was driving down the street.
Our own personal ice cream truck.
We all enjoyed some pretty delicious frozen treats (courtesy of my husband). I think the driver met his quota just at my house that day!
One 6 year old down, two to go...