Unpacking is a lot like Christmas. We only unpacked the necessities at our rental house, so now we're finding lots of things we have just for fun.
Like the milkshake maker. No one needs a milkshake maker, but everyone can benefit from the joy they bring.
We found ours this weekend and decided to break it out after grilling a super healthy meal. We felt it was important to even things out. I bought the milkshake maker for Adam, but at this point, it's pure entertainment for the kids.
The great thing about making your own milkshakes at home is those of us who are dairy free can still play along. Of all the dairy free ice cream options, this is my favorite.
Though, I'm partial to the cookie dough (it's gluten free too). You will not feel like you're missing out on the ice cream experience at all. Trust me.
While the first milkshake was being spun, the boys, like hound dogs, sniffed out the scent of pure sugar and showed up at the table to see what all the fuss was about. They probably don't even remember doing this back home.
Ethan instantly started making Star Wars noises as the blade crushed the strawberries. I'm still trying to figure out if there's a career for him in the world of cartoon voices. The kid is seriously like a walking sound effect. (It's annoying 99% of the time.)
This was that 1% when it was just funny.
I think this is the precise moment Ethan realized we zipped all his hair off.
"My head's fuzzy."
Also the precise moment the oldest got jealous that the boys intervened on her milkshake making time. We're working on this with her...everything has to be FAIR 100% of the time.
Is anyone else dealing with this right now?
It threatened to ruin the whole evening, and after the perfect day we'd had (unpacking...doesn't that sound fun?) we did NOT want to end on a sour note.
We chose to ignore it and focus instead on the sweet stuff in the room...
The Hobbit ended up not loving the milkshake, though, in his defense, it was kinda watered down. And gross. We should've cut the strawberries smaller and used less rice milk.
He tried it like a champ...
And look awfully Hobbity and cute doing so...
Adam went to town on his strawberry banana, which he decided was the best one he made...
(I took a little taste. He was right...it was good!)
It ended up being the perfect way to spend the evening...sitting around our table like a family after weeks of eating on the floor out of fast food bags.
We just needed it. I needed it. I'd started to lose faith we'd ever have a night like this again. When you're stressed and moving and trying to get a thousand things done (painting, packing, buying, spending, trimming, demolishing...) and realizing none of the appliances in the house you just bought are actually functional, you don't have the patience you want. Everyone is at each other's throats. It's tense.
But then suddenly, it starts to calm down and you remember that you're doing this for a reason... all the craziness has a purpose.
And somehow, when you weren't looking, life has sprinkles on it again.
Dig in!
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