It doesn't get much more momentous than this. Because for precisely as long as we've been waiting for the day that we'd be sending our kid off to Kindergarten, for as long as we've entertained the very notion of having children, I've been waiting for the day when I'd be able to hand my summer-afflicted kid an ice cream cone, even watching it tumble sadly onto the sidewalk.  Five-plus years as a parent and that day didn't come until now with The Boy and his allergies off at school and Bear dictating her very own expedition at the zoo. She liked it.


High summer heat isn't my ideal weather by a longshot. Just another reason why Houston didn't agree with me. But on what was probably the hottest day of the year so far (did it actually rise up above 80° today?) I felt compelled to take us out into the day. The Boy nixed a trip to the wading pool in favor of spending the better part of the day at the zoo. I let myself off the hook and had the kids hold each others' sweaty, sticky little hands.