Two weeks ago I did something brave. Something unheard of in the parenting world. Something most parents fear so deeply that the thought of it wakes us in the night and leaves us sweating and full of terror. That’s right. Terror.
What could be so terrifying? Two words. Road trip.
Yup, a road trip. I took the girls on a road trip to Long Island to visit Lori, my good friend from college. Now you may be asking yourself “What’s so bad about a road trip with your kids?” Well, this was no ordinary road trip. I did this alone. Sans Mike. By myself. And by the grace of God, I survived the trip. In fact, not only did I survive, I had a lot of fun! It was a trip full of ice cream, talking, babies and playing with Kosmo the Woodle!
So before I get to the road trip, let’s talk about how I met Lori…
It all started in a small New England town called Kingston. One fateful day, in the fall of 2003 I ventured into History 101 at The University of Rhode Island. Being both blessed and cursed with left handedness I’ve always been well aware of the fact that most classroom settings are not conducive to a left hander’s needs. Fortunately, History 101 found itself in the state of the art Engineering buidling at URI. This building is not only fancy, but also provides those of us in the 11% with appropriately positioned left handed desks!
Upon entering into History 101 I gladly accepted an ergonomic invitation to a left handers paradise and took a seat in said left handed desk. Fortunately for me, I was not the only young freshman seeking a coveted left-handed seat. My good friend Lori took a seat next to me and the rest is history (101)…see what I did there?
Thirteen years later Lori and I are still friends! Friends who are no longer sitting in college classes together, but rather celebrating life events like weddings and babies and Woodles. Anyway, as Lori approaches the due date of her first baby, the girls and I figured it was prime time to head east for a little girl time before baby K makes her arrival.
The girls and I packed up and left the great state of Connecticut for our day to trip to Long Island on a Monday morning. My goal was to leave by 9:00 am, which we somehow managed to pull off. The trip started off smooth. We were cruising down the highway at a comfortable speed of 65mph. No one was making a ruckus and I was enjoying an opportunity to listen to my favorite morning radio shows without interuption.
Unfortunately we hit traffic about 30 minutes into the trip. The baby hates traffic. A lot. Just as she started crying, I said a silent prayer to anyone who would listen, rolled down Essie’s window and let the gentle August breeze dance across her face. That seemed to work. She stopped crying just as the traffic let up and we continued on our journey.
We made it to Lori’s house around 11:00am. Not a bad trip at all. Everyone managed to keep their cool and there may have been naps happening in the back seat. When we got to Lori’s we spent a few hours just catching up and convincing Lenni that Kosmo the Woodle was nothing to be scared of.
As a lunctime treat Lori suggested we make our way to Northport, LI for lunch on the harbor and of course ice cream. We had lunch at Whales Tale, which was delicious! Lori and I both got tacos while Len enjoyed a kids menu quesadilla. Knowing that an ice cream trip was upon us, I have to say that I did limit my taco intake and put the kibosh on Lenni’s attempt to devour all of her quesadilla. I have my eating priorities and wanted to ensure that I had ample room for dessert.
After lunch we made our way over to Lics Ice Cream, which is located on Main Street in Northport. Even before I stepped foot in Lics I was ready to recommend it as an ice cream destination solely for its location. Northport is super cute and provides the perfect backdrop for making memories on date night ice cream trips or taking your little one out for their first ice cream cone.
As we made our way up to Lics I was happy to see that it fit perfectly into the “small town USA” ambiance of Northport. The shop is nestled amongst a variety of cute boutique stores and a local brewery. It is a tiny space with no seating, but that’s okay because the Main Street is so cute that I think most people would rather sit on a bench and do some people watching than sit inside.
Now let’s get down to business. Lics offers a variety of ice cream flavors, including soft serve, as well as gelato and Italian Ice. I decided to venture out of my usual ice cream choices and go for “mudslide” gelato in a homemade waffle cone (please note that the waffle cones are made in the store and they’re awesome!). Lori on the other hand went for the classic soft serve. Len of course shared with me and Essie looked on obviously yearning for the day she too can indulge along with us.
So I really enjoyed the gelato. Mudslide was a chocolate, coffee, hazelnut mix of some sort and it was great! I mean, how can it not be? It’s everything delicious wrapped into a dairy concoction and placed in a waffle cone.
As I ate my dessert, I realized however, that I have an issue with gelato. So my first experience with gelato was in Rome, Italy, where gelato is basically made by angels and placed into the hands of humans who do God’s work by passing it on to those of us who enter into their shops. With that being said, my gelato standard is off the charts. Gelato in Italy is mind-blowing. It’s not normal. I don’t understand how they make it so good! Therefore, no other gelato comes even close to my Italian experience. I think that if I only had Lics gelato I would have much more to say about it, but my memory and palette are forever tainted by the dairy heaven I consumed over ten years ago.
Len on the other hand had never had Italian gelato and was more than happy with what Lics had to offer.
Finally, Lori reported that her ice cream was delicious. Her approval is very important to this review because she is pregnant and it’s just not right to mess up a pregnant lady’s ice cream situation. I’m glad she was pleased!
After ice cream we made our way back to Lori’s at which point I decided that Essie was angry about the fact that she can’t eat ice cream yet. I assume that is why she screamed her head off for the entire ride from Lics to Lori’s.
We hung at Lori’s for a little while digesting ice cream and talking babies before we packed up and headed back to CT. Fortunately for me, the girls were so tired from our Long Island adventure that they basically slept the whole way home!
All and all the trip and ice cream were a great success! I’m looking forward to the arrival of Baby K, who of course is a future Rhode Island Ram and will be the perfect addition to more adventures, ice cream trips and fun with Lori and the girls!