we ALL scream for ice-cream!
“I doubt whether the world holds for anyone a more soul-stirring surprise than the first adventure with ice cream.”
-Heywood Broun
I know it might be seen as exceptionally bad parenting to give an infant ice-cream as their first food. I know that there are healthier (if not as tasty options) out there – rice cereal, oatmeal, things that come in jars. . . What I did was wrong. On so many levels. Wrong. I know! But let me give my side before you judge me. Maybe you can understand . . .
See. . . the air conditioning went out. During a heat-wave. Pfffffft. Gone. Done. It was HOT. . . and though God blessed us with a break in the weather that day (enough of a break that we didn’t have to evacuate), it was still a good bit warmer than what we’re used to around here. Warm enough to ensure that certain small people who prefer to nap all snuggled up and swaddled like giant burritos with fleece on top would be unable to sleep. All day.
Due to the un-coolness of our universe at large, the realization that there was ice-cream in the freezer in the form of Dippin’ Dots came as if a gift from heaven directly to our overheated mouths. And while we basked in the glory of cream and sugary coldness, I couldn’t help but notice those big baby blues gazing so forlornly up at me. . . and I just felt BAD, man!
Here we were, selfishly enjoying our tasty treat, and dropping our core body temperature in the most delightful of ways – cookies n’ cream (with OREO bits, no less) and not sparing even a thought for the poor little lass. And all she gets is milk. . . WARM milk, at that. How wretched to be her on this sweaty and sweltering day. . .
So I snuck her a dot. Or five (really it was four, cuz’ there was one that got away). And even though it means that I have to put down for the world to see that I gave my baby ice-cream for her first (un)official ‘food,’ I’d do it again if I had to. Oh yes. Yes I would. . .
Because it made her smile.
And about the screaming? Robee figured out how to scream a few short hours after her maiden ice-cream encounter. She shrieks (usually in delight or just for fun) ALL. THE. TIME. My theory? She’s screaming for more ice-cream. Duh. . .
Huginn, Muninn, and me 