round round get around

May the rays of UVA and UVB be kind to my skin. Schyler stayed with us this weekend which means many hours at the beach, at the park, and at the mercy of a really hot sun. Our leisure time was very productive, as I somewhat conquered my fear of swimming in lakes. There's the 2-year-old in water wings having a blast and oh, look, there's me, that twenty-something, looking about ready to flip.

The pic is of Veg at Minnehaha Falls.

92 degrees + dog + ice cream = trouble

Let's not beat around the bush here. I spoil Vegas. I spoil her as most kids would love to be spoiled. Yesterday, Schyler and I took Veg to Lake Nokomis to swim. We made our way to various beaches and eventually hit the ice cream stand. I ordered two cones and a dish of vanilla for Veg. The kid held out the dish awkwardly and peered through the glass, wondering if I was so piggish as to order two for myself. We walked past a few groups of whining, begging kids pulling their parents' arms toward the ice cream. And then we gorged. Vegas was dainty at first, and then, with one cup-sized chunk left, she went for it.

Everything seemed fine. We walked back around the lake. She swam with Schyler again. Then we got home, and Schyler called upstairs to me, "Uh, Maureen? I think Vegas spit up some ice cream."

The "some" turned out to be a lot. Yuck.