When I was pregnant with your sister it was pellet ice. With you, it's Starbucks ice. It's insane, the intensity of this craving. One night I told your dad that I was going to Starbucks to see if they would sell me a bag of ice. The guy said that they didn't sell bags of ice but he would give me a few cups because, as he put it, "this is the craziest thing I've ever heard." Giddy I drove home with my many cups of ice. Even though I look a little nutty in this picture I asked your dad to take a picture of me so that I could always remember this crazy craving. (Most nights I just eat the ice that you buy at the grocery store but Starbucks ice is really the good stuff!)
(If when you read this as a grown-up you realize that Mama has what is known as pica, please also know that I knew this at the time and was doing my best to up my iron and vitamin intake. I love you and am trying to take care of you. xoxo)
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