Last night we made an ice cream run. The sun was shining, its hot out, it just wouldn't have been right if we ignored the calling of a medium vanilla cone (with sprinkles on top). And the more pregnant I get the more I crave/desire/long for an after dinner dessert.
Molly had her very first ice cream cone ever. Even though I ate most of it, she did a really good job handling it and everything. I thought, for sure, we were asking for a huge mess. But, as usual, she surprised the heck outa us. Keeping the cone in the air conditioned car instead of the heat outside, i'm sure, also helped prevent a big sticky mess.
Now, I'm not saying Jim's Dairy Bar is anything compared to the awesomeness of the great Tasty up north, but Jim can produce a pretty sweet vanilla cone. The only mistake I made, was letting Molly sit in the backseat, out of her carseat. She did not want to go back in when it was time to go.
Enough about ice cream...