I always try to ask Ben if it’s ok before I give Coco junk to eat because I remember when his Nanny used to feed him pancakes at 8:00 PM and send him home for me to try to calm and put to bed. But it’s to the point that the second Coco walks in the door she expects a popsicle. I’m pretty sure she has ulterior motives though. When you get a popsicle (or Fudgsicle in this instance), you get to sit on a blanket and you have Nana’s undivided attention.
I simply can’t wait until it’s warm enough to enjoy the sunroom. I’ve never had a fenced in yard before and I think that in itself is going to be pretty darned handy. C’mon spring!! Popsicles are supposed to be eaten outside in the sunshine!