Tea Parties

The weather has been so nice here that we have been putting our patio to good use.  Yesterday, Chantelle planted some herbs and then we did what has turned into a rather typcial afternoon:  we walked down to the river to get ice cream cones (where Rosetta decided she would sing Jingle Bells and Frosty the Snowman, which received some odd looks) and then came back to have a "tea party" on the patio before dinner.  Truth be told, tea is glaringly absent at our tea parties, as Daddy drinks Laško, Mommy opts for a glass of wine, the kiddos have juice, and Morris (our adopted neighborhood cat -- he adopted us, not the other way around) gets Whiskas.  But everyone has fun, and that's what tea parties are all about.