Okay, in the grand scheme of life, it's a very minor milestone. But for a mom who's had to forgo her own ice cream longing for the past how many years, it's huge. Aisling is finally able to (almost) finish her own kiddie scoop of ice cream without any help from a parent. No more wrestling a soon-to-be soggy cone from a protesting child to quickly lick up the drips and dribbles. No more swooping down to wipe sticky melted ice cream from chins and shirts and knees and seatbelts. No more having to finish the soggy, half melted scoop of plain vanilla ice cream (her favorite and only selection she ever makes) once she claimed she was "full". Only to be met with upset cries when she's hungry for ice cweam a few minutes later and it's disappeared into Mommy's belly.
Last night, Aisling nearly finished her first ice cream cone of the summer. There were minimal drips (compared to years past), and only two napkins required, as opposed to the usual fistful. And Mommy was able to enjoy a cone of pralines and cream! I guess I better enjoy this while it lasts. In another year or two, I'll be back to licking up the drips and dribbles of plain vanilla and finishing off the soggy mess after Baby #4 declares himself or herself full.
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