One of the things I love most about our neighborhood is how kid friendly it is. As you drive by the houses on a warm spring day, you will see kids in almost every yard playing. Which I am sure contributes to the subject of this blog post. As soon as the weather is warmer, every Thursday and Sunday evening you will hear a familiar tune. A melodic "Pop, Goes the Weasel" ringing throughout the streets. Davis has learned what this sounds means all to well. Last year he would associate it with the truck with the dog. This year, it brings a whole new meaning.
ICE CREAM!
(See the dog in the window? He is there everytime.)
moments cherished
I love that last picture. He is such a cutie, Amy.
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