I hope that I never become one of those parents who finds it perfectly acceptable for a child to scream for 15 minutes straight in a restuarant. This wasn't McDonalds, but Za, a relatively upscale restuarant. This place is cursed with the appearance of being kid friendly. I say appearance because Za serves pizza and salad. Every kid loves pizza. Except these pizzas often have exotic adult flavors like balsamic soaked cherries, goat cheese, and so on.

Even I, the famously laid back Peter, started getting annoyed after the 10th minute of screaming. Finally the parents took turns with the kid outside. The strangest thing? The kids were screaming in a "happy" way. Ugh.

I mentioned yesterday that I made some chocolate ice cream from Alton Brown's recipe. Well, I ran it through the ice cream maker this morning and let it harden all day. We just had a few scoops with some marshmallow topping. I have to say, this is some of the best ice cream I've ever had! Sure, its not very good for me. What with the pure half-and-half, and the 8 egg yolks. But damn, I'm thinking homemade ice cream is fast becoming a Kovacs family tradition. And I'm okay with that.

I should mention, that on this rainy lazy sunday, Laura and I took a nice little nap. I know, get them in while we can. The funny thing about naps is I always seem to be more tired afterwards than before hand. This picture was taken shortly after, which explains the state of Laura's hair. I think its super cute of course, but Laura was less than thrilled when this became my picture of the day.