A few minutes ago, as we were busy with Saxon Math and shaping bread loaves (two different subjects:), a knock came at the door. When opened, we saw the FedEx man driving away and this box on our front step.
It took three of us (two of us being small) to heft it inside. We opened it up to find a pair of gloves and warning note about dry ice. (I wish I had thought to grab my camera at this point. I'm too rusty on my blogging.)
Inside, we found something wonderful. I quickly went to my inadequate freezer and began clearing out anything that had been there for a year or more! Miraculously, we were able to clear out the bottom basket of everything except for the baby's milk, which doesn't take up much space . . .
So here's what it looks like now.
Here we are choosing our favorite flavors. We can't wait for our neighborhood ice cream party on Monday. Thanks, Dreyers!
If you live in our neighborhood (or close enough to crash it without feeling too guilty,) come on by Monday evening from 6:30-8:00.