Last night we were that family. We attempted to go somewhere half-way decent for dinner as we had a little reason to celebrate. As a promise to myself, I don't talk about work on here, but the celebration had to do with work and we'll just leave it at that.
Anyhow, I met Mike and the boys after work. Brett was in a great mood to start. Then he took a turn. A sharp turn. One might call it a nose dive in the wrong direction. He wanted nothing to do with sitting in a high chair. Nothing to do with his sippy cup. Nothing to do with the crayons.
We tried to entertain him....anything we gave him, he chucked across the room. He didn't just drop it on the floor, it was an all out throw. Thankfully they had a pumpkin on a hay bale and some lights and some gourds by us. That kept him busy for all of 3 minutes.
Luckily our lovely waitress put a rush on the boys' food. Then, not so luckily for us, Brett had about 6 bites and was ready to move on. Loud squeels, thrown food, embarrassed parents. Ugh.
Mike and I ate in record time while Colton waited paitenly after telling us he was full after one chicken strip. We apologized to our waitress, left a good tip and commented that we were those parents doing what we said we'd never do.
I have a feeling life will be full of these types of moments.....us being parents doing what we said we'd never do when we have kids.
PS - for any of you readers that dined at Maynards last night.....I'm sorry.