Let's ignore the fact that it rained enough to have us polishing up our arks. And forget that my husband spent the entire weekend cursing the skies and this country as he booked and unbooked and booked a Utah ski trip that, in the end, never happened. And never mind that I was still sick and worked so much last week I had no time to think let alone make any plans for stormapalooza.
Because if you ask my Hugo, it was an awesome weekend. Bubbles. Grandma. Ice Cream.
Oh and forget the fact that Hugo had his first-ever teething-related misery all weekend long. Many tears were kissed away and many times his body melted to the floor like a dying swan. But instead of looking back and remembering my perfect baby being a perfect crank, let's remember the ice cream, shall we? Yes we shall as it was captured on video. No, nothing could be finer, than ice cream at a diner.
