National Ice Cream Sandwich Day…Timing Is Everything
I can’t help it. With yet another day in the upper 90’s and low 100’s, I can’t help but long for a hazy shade of winter. Maybe I’ll look back on this post in 6 months and wonder what on earth I could have been thinking, but for the time being I find myself looking forward to the next time I’ll feel cool. I feel a tremendous sense of gratitude to my coworker who decided to honor this great day by bringing in ice cream sandwiches for the office. Sometimes timing is everything.
I’m also reminded of a study my psychology teacher told the class about in college. He was trying to point out that correlation does not equal causation. To make his point, he was talking about a study that showed the murder rate in NY was closely correlated with ice cream sales. Now the point of the discussion was that ice cream should not turn us all into murdering sociopaths. That may be different if we have to listen to thousands of people going around saying “I scream. You scream. We all scream for ice cream.” Be that as it may, the real reason was supposed to be that hotter temperatures make us crankier, and they make us desire ice cream. The one thing I’ve never gotten about this study/example is who the heck has energy to go around killing people when it’s this hot? All I want from life on a hot day like this is a cold shower (and maybe my darn ice cream).
Speaking of being warm, A. has developed a new trick to beat the heat (not that our house is that hot). When we give her a teething ring, it seems to be about a 50/50 proposition that it will not end up in her mouth. Rather it will end up on her face as she scoots around trying to see what she can do and still keep the icy teething ring on her face. It’s actually really cute. In truth it may just be brilliant, as a nice ice pack on my head doesn’t seem totally unappealing right now.
Going back to the timing is everything theme, I keep chuckling thinking about the order A. has learned her latest tricks. We’ve been working on tummy time where she lays on her tummy. Our hope was that she would eventually crawl from this position, but she hates being on her belly. Time on the belly was instant invitation to fuss most of the time. The other thing we were trying to get her to master was rolling over. Care to guess which she learned first? The hatred of being on her belly must have been a good motivator to learn to roll, because she seems to have that one down. It should be interesting getting her to spend enough time on her belly to become comfortable enough to put some weight on the arms and crawl. Ah well, all is well in good time, eh?
