Sweet and Sticky.

Popsicles. A must for childhood summers. We have one every sunny afternoon. And yet, I don't think either of my boys have ever finished an entire one. Noah never makes it past the top red layer. Every day he polishes off the cherry top, hands it back to me and tells me to "save the rest for later."

Max makes it well past the top cherry layer. Unfortunately, the temptation for him to turn his treat into a dipped cone is too strong. The popsicle always ends up coated in a layer of sandbox sand.

But those first 2 minutes are sweet. In their own little worlds, happy, as they delight in their popsicle treats. Its one of my favorite moments of our day. Quickly followed by my not- favorite-moment, me carrying in the dripping, half eaten, half stuck to my shirt, dirty, sand covered sweet messes. I vow to switch to juice boxes tomorrow. And then tomorrow comes, its hot out and the boys are restless. I get popsicle amnesia and the frozen treats come out again. Its a sweet and sticky life.