I Scream, You Scream, the Super Twins Screamed for Ice Cream

What do I associate with the Summer? The sound of cicadas. The blazing heat and unrelenting humidity. The Children’s Festival. Bounce houses and circus tents. The smell of the local paper mill. Listening to oldies on 107.7 with Bobby J as the disk jockey. Summertime as a little girl meant spending the summer in the country with my Nanny and summertime at Nanny’s meant homemade ice cream. Nana Rose is no longer with us to recreate these moments with my children, but she indelibly made a mark in my life. A mark that I intend to pass down to my children and one day my own grandchildren. Here is a recipe for homemade vanilla soft serve ice cream that I got from the user manual to my soft serve ice cream maker.

You will need:

⅔ cup whole milk

½ cup sugar

1 ⅓ cups heavy cream

1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

Aroma Twisty Treat Soft Serve Ice Cream Maker

What You'll Do:

1. In a bowl combine the whole milk and the sugar.

2. Mix the milk and sugar until the sugar has dissolved using a hand mixer on the low speed setting.

3. Stir in the heavy cream and vanilla extract. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate overnight.

4. Pour refrigerated mixture into mixing canister of the soft serve maker. Let it mix until you've reached the desired consistency.

5.Enjoy with your love bug!

I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing

I had a hard time falling asleep Saturday night so I decided to wash and blow dry my hair. Unbeknownst to me, my mother would text me early Sunday morning to invite me to bring the kids and their bathing suits to her house. Cool. No problem.

Sunday was beautiful: bright sun, clear skies and a slight breeze. I thought to myself, “the kids are really going to enjoy the kiddie pool at mom’s.” The only problem was, there wasn’t a kiddie pool. Mom pulled out the sprinklers and goaded the girls to chase after the beach balls she had. They were not amused. Not even a little bit.

I sat back and watched; determined I wasn’t going to waste my blow-out. I said to my mom, “well, I guess they won’t be getting wet today.” I went back and forth with myself about how I wasn’t going to wet my hair, but I remembered the reason I decided to wear my natural hair in the first place. I not only want my girls to know that the way God created their hair was no accident and no mistake, but I want them to feel free to have fun without worrying about something as frivolous as hair. I grabbed Addi’s hand and we took off right through the sprinklers. After a couple runs through the water Addi caught on. Rosie….well, Rosie is a scaredy cat. lol.

I will never allow anything to get in the way of me creating lasting memories with my babies. They’re only children for a very short time. I’m going to cherish every moment.