I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream

Owen is a little like his mom in the sweets department.  Likes them, but isn't ruled by them (although lately, I have found myself back in the sweet saddle.)  However, we have found his sweet kryptonite.  Ice cream!  Owen loves him some ice cream.  Nana came over for dinner a few weeks ago and as a treat, we decided to take Owen to Baskin Robbins for dessert. 

Nana said it was "her treat" so I didn't even take the diaper bag (foreshadowing) and we jumped in the car and headed out.  We got there and the place didn't have any high chairs.  Turns out, ice cream keeps Owen sitting in a big boy chair until the very last lick!

We got him one of the clown cones which is actually kind of gross, but it was frozen so hard, it was easier for Owen to eat.  He was definitely a dainty eater -- he never really went in for the kill.  We had to teach him how to lick the cone and even then, he took baby little licks.  He ate so slowly that eventually all the ice cream started melting...and dripping...and falling.  Right about this time was when I realized I didn't bring the diaper bag which means I didn't bring any wipes to clean up.  Have you ever been to a Baskin Robbins?  Do you know the teensy tiny little napkins they have there?  Like barbie doll size?  This is what I had to use to mop up all the drippy melty ice cream.  They didn't have a bathroom either, so lesson learned on this one.

Anyway, first ice cream cone -- first big boy chair -- great day!