allergic · Daddy · dinner conversations · family · Gillian

I’m allergic

For dinner tonight, I made chicken and pasta with cheesy garlic bread. Gillian ate all the cheese off of her bread and then asked for another piece. Daddy said “No. You didn’t finish your first piece.” She said “But I’m allergic.” Daddy said “Allergic? To what?” Gillian said “The cheese.” (As she continued to pick… Continue reading I’m allergic

aunt betty · beach · family · fourth · Gillian · ice cream · John · kids

The one with the fireworks

On Saturday, we took the kids to Manasquan to see the fireworks. We set up our chairs and blanket and went to get some ice cream. Gillian and I decided to split a vanilla and chocolate twist. John had mint chocolate chip with rainbow sprinkles. I had like two bites of “our” ice cream and… Continue reading The one with the fireworks