"Sweet" babies

This afternoon I ran by camp to check on a few things, and then I stopped by the grocery store. Big Sister was at home, napping resting with Daddy on his day off.

Little Sister, however, had already taken a four hour nap in the morning, making up for the horrendous night of sleep we had last night. So I brought her along. Even though it took a lot longer to get anywhere, I enjoyed holding her hand and letting her walk as much as possible. So, when it came time to get in the cart (or buggy for you southerners) she wasn't exactly pleased. She was a good sport until the very end, and even then I found some chocolate bars on sale (the mint three musketeers are $0.39 at Bi-Lo!) for her to hold and inspect. Problem solved.

And when she fussed at being contained in her car seat, the shiny candy bars seemed to work yet again. I drove home with a content toddler crinkling wrappers, positive that I had found a new novelty without any foreseeable problems. I mean, she couldn't possibly open a candy wrapper, right?
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Here is a better view of just how messy this child was:


See the chocolate on her cute little fingers? Her sweet (pun intended) knees?

I'm not sure which is worse- the fact that she wasn't finished yet and cried when I pried the smooshed chocolate massacres out of her chubby little hands, or the fact that I still ate them later! (I had to open the wrappers completely and lick all of the smashed contents... not the prettiest image, huh? I mean, at least she is a cute little kid...)

But enough about that...

The trip to the store was to purchase ingredients for the summer's first batch of homemade strawberry ice cream. Big Sister helped us make it.

And yes, we are mashing the strawberries with a pastry cutter- I apparently do not own a masher...
... but it worked! The ice cream was delicious.

Almost as sweet as my girls.