We went to a very nice restaurant last night to celebrate Dave's birthday with his family. We couldn't find a babysitter, so we thought we would take the kids with us. We made sure they had long naps before we left, and that they were both well fed. I thought it would be a little bit challenging to have the kids there, but I didn't think we were in for what was to come...
By the end of dinner, five of the eight adults at our table had spent time outside with Jordan. Jordan had screamed at the top of his lungs on three different occassions and consumed about five tiny glasses of egg-nog. Emma slid out of her high chair four or five times. The floor was covered in hundreds of cereal pieces that we had brought along with us (most of them crushed at that point). Emma had thrown up twice on the floor and my purse. Jordan had blown the candles out eight or nine times. Each baby had consumed at least one sugar cube. Jordan spent time on six different laps; Emma on three. The radius of the food mess around the high chairs extended approximately four feet. The white tablecloth was covered in about 47 seconds of scribbling. Jordan's white button-up shirt had two tomato slices on the front of it, and his face was covered in 1/4 piece of chocolate mousse cake. Emma had eaten 1/2 piece of chocolate mousse cake, and Jordan.... well, who knows really. It was fine dining at its best... It was the longest 2 1/2 hours and the smallest one glass of wine, and I think we are fine done-ing for a while. At least with the kids ;)
