I Scream, You Scream

We took Avery, Jack, and our neighbor Emmie (13 months) to the Austin Ice Cream Festival on Saturday. We went early in order to avoid melting in the heat but we failed to realize that we live in Texas. And it's August. The only time of day that you could say it isn't "hot" is around 4am. Since the festival didn't start until 10, we had to suffer through the warmth. Despite the temperature at 10am (already in the mid 90s), there were tons of people and dogs at the park. They had a band, which, of course they did since this is Austin. They also had lots of large blow-up toys for the kids to play on. Not to mention the petting zoo that had your run-of-the mill animals: a few deer, some ponies, a couple of kangaroos, and some goats. KANGAROOS. Seriously? I would have pictures of Avery going down the blow-up slides, which she loves to do, except that it was so hot that parents were running to the top of the slide and grabbing their screaming kids who were burning their legs on the hot slide. So we decided to skip that fun and go straight for the ice cream. 

Here is Matt, clearly having a great time while pushing around Jack and Emmie. I strolled with Avery in the world's worst stroller for the park. It's a champ in the mall but take it out in the elements and it wimps out. Tough lesson to learn when you are already there. sigh.

All this thing did was scare the crap out of the kids.

We went with the cookies and cream. Not sure what we were thinking when we decided that. This is the last time she will ever wear this shirt, which is too bad because who doesn't love a shirt with pink flamingos? 

When asked to smile for the picture she chose instead to stick out her tongue. 

Jack didn't get any ice cream but he was just happy to be there. His eye is a little swollen thanks to allergies, we think, but he hasn't let it bother him one bit. 

All in all it was a great time. We only stayed for about an hour and a half because the ice cream wasn't the only thing melting out there. It was perfect for the kids, though. They were ready for naps by the time we got home. Avery slept for over 3 hours. Ah, the joys of passing out on an ice cream high.