Shakeshake

Here is one of those best of the last month posts I was telling you to expect.

One day in the midst of all the craziness, we were just falling apart in the afternoon. And it was raining, of course. So I did the only thing I could think of: take the girls out for a milkshake. This was frequently all I could think of to do in the afternoons for a while after Nora was born. After Ella's birth the weight just fell off of me from nursing, so I thought, hey, now is the time to drink milkshakes. Lots of milkshakes. I mean, they even have calcium, right? Turns out enough milkshakes (like 3-4 a week ; ) ) can sabotage even the breasfeeding weight loss effect. I think of other things besides milkshakes in the afternoons now. But those milkshakes we all enjoyed were just delicious, even beyond the way they tasted. Come along with us as we sip in our car, serenaded by classic rock.  

Our frowns were all turned upside down after our treat and Ella learned a new word, "Shakeshake," which I contend is a very important word to know.