That ice cream cone was consumed after a leisurely bike ride with my husband. I jokingly (not jokingly) suggested we stop for ice cream and he was all about it. I had been kind of pouting about missing Glace, but then I told myself that we have a kick-butt ice cream shop in town. The Pearl makes all their ice cream by hand and while the flavors are a little… Wisconsin… this cookie dough flavor gets me every time. So classic. So good. So not helping me get fit. I sat outside and guarded our bikes and requested that he bring me a baby sized waffle cone with a scoop of cookie dough ice cream. This is his idea of a baby cone. Not bad, just excessive.
I’ve been busy catching up on life since returning from Go Blog Social. It can be hard to get back into the swing of things – doing laundry, making meals, and caring for the kids. I tried my best to really change gears over the 7 hour drive home (sorry to my car buddy Amanda if I seemed weird), but nothing can really prepare you for the sheer noise and energy of entering a house with three small children.
I’m glad I took some time to peruse the hotel gift shop (I’m so dang classy) for presents for the kids. I was tempted to buy things that related to Kansas City, but I’m glad I chose a couple invisible ink coloring books and a wind up toy. The kids were super excited about them and got right to work, giving my husband and I a few minutes to exchange pictures from the weekend and generally catch up.