Going into Cold Stone this afternoon with Hadley I could hardly contain my excitement but was still trying to be cautious because it could suck. I got a taster to see. It didn’t suck. Far from it. I could hardly contain my glee. I was literally standing in line holding back a gleeful grin. All I could hear in my head were squeals. I wish my sister was there with me because she would understand the geeky food joy of which I speak. She’ll start to explain a luscious dessert over the phone and I’ll just yell out “SHUT IT!” if something sounds so good. Oh Cake Batter. I wanted to leap across the counter and stick my face in the bucket. I looked at Fat Free Lemon and saw that it was almost full. Of course it was. Because it sucks. Who goes out to get ice cream and gets Fat Free Lemon? Cake Batter’s container was almost empty.

I got home and busted through the door deliriously excited about informing Peter that our dear Cake Batter was back in full force and no, they did not put Splenda in it. (retch) Not only was it back but had been back for a month and a half. What the??!! We haven’t been in there since they took it off the market. Anyway, while explaining to Peter our excursion in great detail he stops, looks at me for a minute and says “The way you’re talking you’re acting as if everything is all right with the world as long as Cake Batter Ice Cream is around.”

I didn’t even hesitate. “That’s EXACTLY what I was thinking when I was in the store!!!”

It’s the little things after all.

I had one of those moments tonight that you read about in cheesy parenting magazines. I’ve had them before but I can’t remember that last time one hit me this hard. Hadley was being a PILL because the poor dear is 3 years old and that is her full time job, but also because she is sick. Getting her to bed was like pulling teeth. I finally get her into bed and she asks for Peter to sing her a lullaby. Lately, it has been The Beatles’ Blackbird. He started singing and she joined in. The sound of her little voice singing that song immediately made my mouth start to water that salty saliva that comes just before you cry. I couldn’t really believe it either. Peter was singing softly to her and just kind of looked over at me. I looked at him and I think he knew I was tearing up a little. I’m still shaking my head thinking of her singing the whole thing. She knows all the words. It might be one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard.