in the past two weeks chocolate soy milk has taken a backseat to these babies:
why? let me count the ways.
1) they are refreshingly creamy.
2) only 90 calories.
3) i can reach for one from the freezer with one hand, unwrap it with one hand and eat it with one hand. (with a screaming child you learn one-handed foods get quickly pushed to the forefront of your "newest obsession list." and yes, in case you were wondering, i am typing this with one hand. i have also needed to go to the bathroom for 2 hours but can't quite figure out the logistics of doing that yet. UTI, here i come.)
4) they come in two flavors. raspberry sherbet, my fave. and orange sherbet. yum.
5) they take me back to happy times in my childhood. the schwann's man would roll up every other week in his yellow truck and ring our doorbell. one of the happiest sounds to me...think "polar express" with the ringing bells. and my parents would order either strawberry or chocolate push pops. and for the next two weeks, i would sneak one of them out of the freezer every chance i could. why was i a chubby child? i ask you.
6) most importantly, they are keeping me away from these babies:
these have been an obsession since the moment they hit the market. i could eat them melted, frozen, or room temperature. i could eat them in a house, i could eat them with a mouse.
however, because i am trying to be good and rear back from the "i'm pregnant and can eat whatever i want" frame of mind (which we all know is a lie anyway but it comforts us during 9 months of torture, right?) i have not had one. i repeat, not one.
but just thinking about them makes my mouth water.......a moment of silence please.
okay, back to the push pop.
i actually found them when i was in search of these babies:
but they are MIA. where have they gone? did bill cosby pull them off the shelves? i don't want the new ones:
they just aren't the same. i want classic, familiar. i am a woman who doesn't like change. come on now, i don't think i'm asking much.
my bladder is now screaming. i guess i'll have to put leah down and let her take over the screaming bit for a minute. then i will console us both by swaddling her and treating myself to a push pop. emotional eating at its finest!