Ice Cream

Ollie loves Ice Cream! He wishes it would grow on tree's. Unfortunately for him, our fridge doesn't produce ice cream bars on demand.

Last night we mentioned we were going to get ice cream.

"Ice cream bar from store?", he asked.

We meant Dairy Queen, but he knows where ice cream comes from. We loaded everyone up and headed to DQ. When we entered the door, Ollie tried to get in the first chair he saw because he wanted his ice cream now! Unfortunately, the table was too small for our growing brood. I directed him to the table his mom was setting Tori down on. I went to order and a few seconds later, Ollie was by my side waiting for his ice cream.

It eventually came and he was ready to dig in! We don't get him his own because he ends up eating ours and none of his, so we share. He dives into mine, then switches to his mom's and back to mine. He scoops, eats and repeats as fast as his little arm will allow. Near the bottom of the ice cream, he puts the spoon in his mouth sideways and closes his mouth. It busts. He continues to try and eat with it. We get him to use his mom's spoon that she has finished using. He busts it as well.

Now there is only a little bit of ice cream left and it can't go to waste, so we have to get another spoon from the counter. He finishes the ice cream and we head home. He is getting better at feeding himself. He wasn't a big mess as usual and he only flung a little ice cream around. If only he would eat his own, instead of ours, I'm sure that'll come someday.