{"id":3594,"date":"2013-08-07T20:48:12","date_gmt":"2013-08-08T02:48:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/?p=3594"},"modified":"2013-08-07T20:48:44","modified_gmt":"2013-08-08T02:48:44","slug":"theres-nothing-a-little-ice-cream-cant-cure","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/theres-nothing-a-little-ice-cream-cant-cure\/","title":{"rendered":"There\u2019s Nothing A Little Ice Cream Can\u2019t Cure"},"content":{"rendered":"

Growing up at my house, the love of ice cream was an inherited trait.\u00a0 The entire Rees family, from my father to his father to his father\u2019s father and so on, the love of ice cream was passed from one generation to the next.\u00a0 The fact was that if you didn\u2019t love ice cream then you simply weren\u2019t a true Rees.\u00a0 And so each night growing up, before we went to bed, we always loved to have a bowl of ice cream.\u00a0 And it always seemed to melt away any troubles that had ailed you that day and it brought a smile to your face.\u00a0 My father still argues that a bowl of ice cream a day is the secret to a long and happy life.<\/p>\n

As I became an adult, my hips argued that a bowl of ice cream was the secret to never fitting into a single pair of skinny jeans again in my life.\u00a0 Thus my favorite nightly tradition had to come to an end.\u00a0 However, after a long night of no sleep at the hospital due to the constant flow of nurses coming and going from my daughter\u2019s room, I returned to my home totally worn out, only to have a surprise tub of ice cream waiting.\u00a0 As I pulled the lid off and dipped my spoon into the carton to take a yummy mouthful of ice cream, all those feelings of being a happy-go-lucky little kid enjoying her nightly bowl of ice cream came rushing back.\u00a0 And amazingly, the weariness of the sleepless night, and the stress of the last few days, was instantly washed away in a spoonful of ice cream.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s amazing how a dish of ice cream can pretty much bring a smile to your face in just about every situation:<\/p>\n

\"ima4ges\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t buy happiness, but you can buy ice cream, and that\u2019s kind of the same thing.\u201d<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Today\u2019s advice is this \u2013 go have a dish of ice cream :)!<\/p>\n

~Amy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Growing up at my house, the love of ice cream was an inherited trait.\u00a0 The entire Rees family, from my father to his father to his father\u2019s father and so on, the love of ice cream was passed from one generation to the next.\u00a0 The fact was that if you didn\u2019t love ice cream then […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2575,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[168,174,500,46,1777,1779,999,1775,1776,717,65,55,180,1602,464,754,275,344,531,1778],"class_list":["post-3594","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-adversity","tag-anxiety","tag-appreciation","tag-attitude","tag-bowl","tag-chiildren","tag-child","tag-cure","tag-dish","tag-enjoy","tag-gratitude","tag-happiness","tag-happy","tag-ice-cream","tag-joy","tag-kid","tag-stress","tag-trial","tag-trouble","tag-yummy"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3594","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3594"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3594\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3604,"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3594\/revisions\/3604"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2575"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3594"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3594"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3594"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}