Popsicles

Joe has had a bad case of the painful gas lately. We're talking, up SCREAMING all hours of the night, kinda bad. The first night it happened, Aaron was at the father/sons campout and Joe screamed, literally, from 7pm until 5:30 the following morning. Dumb mom had NO IDEA what was wrong and was in tears most of the night herself. The next time it happened, smart dad was home and he knew just what to do. The crying only lasted about an hour this time and the gas was relieved. Phew! Thank goodness because I know I would not be able to survive another marathon night of crying, and I don't think the little guy could either.

So what does this have to do with popsicles? Absolutely nothing! :o) But it's been popsicle weather here for sure! And we are eatin' them up!