Ice Cream
He doesn't know it yet. But I know it and I don't want to get in trouble for tossing the Vanilla Bean Dreyer's Ice Cream, so I need to let everyone know why I threw out the pricey treat. Frankly- it was long melted by the time I discovered it- sometime around 3 am when I crept downstairs for a snack with AJ. I was exhausted from a 3 hour stare off with my baby. I had been doing my best to lure her into a deep slumber, though she was intent on being awake to watch me like a hawk- ensuring I found no position comfortable to be in, cautioning me to not move or dare nod off as I hunched over her, cradling her close- the only place she wanted to be between midnight and that fateful 3 am hour. And as I opened the fridge, the lights within reflected to the items placed above the fridge- a spot generally reserved for sweet things to keep from Sayler's view (though not reach, sadly, as she mastered climbing atop counters and appliances long before turning a year old.). Out of ...