We ate inconspicuously in a restaurant last night. J Boy did an excellent job and was not overstimulated or anxious in the slightest. Even the wait for a table went smoothly and he showed us excellent manners.
I'll wait while the applause dies down. He deserves it.
James came home to me dying of a head cold and cabin fever so he suggested we go out to eat. Typically, I'd say no thanks, but Saturdays tend to be looooong, boring days when James is working because after the grocery store fiasco, I am really reluctant to take the kids out by myself. The kids had been so good all day so we chanced it and were rewarded with not only J Boy's good company, but also Thing 2's relative compliance.
I think my babies are growing up. It makes me teary.
To be fair to J Girl, she's almost always a treat when we are out. And she really likes salsa, so that bought a good 25 minutes of quiet before the food arrived.
Have you ever seen a toddler have something mildly spicy that they can't stop eating? It's pretty funny to see such a blatant lack of self-control.