We've recently come to the conclusion that LM is slightly lactose intolerant. I believe the proper term is lactose sensitive because not everything upsets her stomach. So she's not allowed (by me) to eat ice cream anymore (because I'm the one who changes her diapers, yo.) It only took me 2 years to realize the heinous "unexplained" diapers I've been changing aren't just random, and we're still figuring out what she can and can't eat.
My mom's favorite thing on planet earth is to offer my children an ice cream bar 23 seconds after their meal has been served. So imagine her distress when I told her LM can't have ice cream any more. That certainly didn't stop her, she just comes to my house armed with sorbet or sherbet instead, because you know I don't keep that stuff in my house. (Sassy, I'm grateful, I promise. I love that you want to spoil my kids. Just know I'm sending them to live with you sometime in the near future.)
Anyway, my dad is a dessert connoisseur and his contribution to the Thanksgiving extravaganza has been key lime pie, pecan pie, 2 different flavors of gelato- and some raspberry sorbet for LM.
Last night after dinner, LM was eating her dessert and we looked over and she was drinking the melted sorbet of her bowl. I ran for the camera, but the memory card wasn't in it, so I snapped a few pictures with DM's cell phone. We all clapped and cheered like she was a little show pony. Way to encourage good behaviour, right?
Tonight, while we all enjoyed gelato and key lime pie, she happily ate her raspberry sorbet with her fingers. (Awesome.) When she had finished, she grabbed her bowl with both hands, looked at me and said, "You take me a picture?"
Most definitely, cutie. 
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