I'm vanilla, what are you?

I must admit, I do love ice cream. Always have. When I was a child, my birthday cake request was always a Carvel ice cream cake (who can resist those wonderful chocolate crumbles separating the vanilla and chocolate ice cream? Not I.).

My current favorite? Bluebell Ice Cream's Key Lime Pie. MMMmmmm.


So I took the ice cream quiz to find out what flavor I am. Results?



I recommend that you take the quiz.

Jacob and Hannah

In case you don't know, I have had the wonderful privilege of watching an adorable little girl Hannah for the past year. She is such a sweet girl, and I am glad that Jacob has the opportunity for a sibling-like experience. Sometimes it can be challenging (mainly Jacob being punky), but overall it has been so much fun!

Last week at the park Jacob loved pushing Hannah in the swing. It was so sweet, listening to her giggle and him laugh. The next day, when we went grocery shopping, Jacob and Hannah kept hugging and kissing each other. People kept stopping me to comment on how sweet they were together. It was a kind of magical moment, and it made me so happy that they have each other.

Jacob the Cowboy

Well, in case you couldn't guess, Jacob is a cowboy for Halloween. The best part about this, is that when we first started talking about costumes, he was so excited to be a cowboy. But when he saw the costume design, he started crying. He told us that he wanted to be a cow-boy (a boy cow). Through his tears he kept saying, "but I really want to moo!" Eventually, he was reconciled to the cowboy costume, especially once Daddy shared the secret of lassoing with him.

Also, many thanks to my mom who made Jacob his costume in one afternoon. How amazing is she?

Pretend Monsters

With Halloween just around the corner, we've had lots of interesting discussions with Jacob. Mostly they center around ghosts, witches, big spiders and monsters. Jacob is very concerned about all of these things, but most especially monsters.

Yesterday we had a discussion about monsters, and the fact that they are pretend. At the end of the conversation, I felt fairly reassured that Jacob was reassured. The world was back in order, and fear of pretend monsters wasn't included in this new world.

Last night, or more appropriately, this morning at around 2 am, I woke up to see Jacob standing at the foot of our bed. When I asked him what was wrong, he told me that there were monsters in his room. When I revisited (though not necessarily coherently) our conversation from that afternoon about pretend monsters, he clarified:

"No Mommy. There are pretend monsters in my room and they are scaring me."

What was I to do? Jacob climbed into bed with me and Nick, and I was once again reminded that a king sized bed would be nice.