So, I have a toddler. This means that I should have really treasured the first 17 months when my child was so cute, sweet and quiet at restaurants. People walked by, said things like “oh how cute he is” and “wow, he is so good” and I was so pompous and full of pride about how amazing my child was in restaurants. My child was SO much better than other children. Then my child turned 18 months old, and the tide turned. From the moment we entered the restaurant and placed him in the highchair he decided to scream, throw everything and twist and cry until he scooted himself into the bottom of the highchair, caught in the straps and the whole restaurant giving us the evil eye. I thought hey, this is a one time deal, he was tired, right? Nope. Everytime now. We are no longer “welcome” in several of the finer establishments and many of the less than finer establishments of Austin, TX. So, now we are enjoying many home cooked meals and save up for those special nights with a babysitter. Although, I will say, that I have learned to eat faster than I ever thought I could before…record time 7 minutes flat.
I cannot stop laughing, Jeannine. Congratulations on becoming a mother of a toddler. You now feel my pain, and I yours. I will send some advice soon, but my dog is barking at me and my kids are upset because mommy is not paying attention to them.
We eat out for birthday celebrations, a neighborhood get together at the local family style restaurant (3 or 4 families usually) or when the mood hits (aka… don’t want to cook!) which can hit twice a week or once every 3 months. The kids like staying home when we go out because it means pizza for them!
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So, I have a toddler. This means that I should have really treasured the first 17 months when my child was so cute, sweet and quiet at restaurants. People walked by, said things like “oh how cute he is” and “wow, he is so good” and I was so pompous and full of pride about how amazing my child was in restaurants. My child was SO much better than other children. Then my child turned 18 months old, and the tide turned. From the moment we entered the restaurant and placed him in the highchair he decided to scream, throw everything and twist and cry until he scooted himself into the bottom of the highchair, caught in the straps and the whole restaurant giving us the evil eye. I thought hey, this is a one time deal, he was tired, right? Nope. Everytime now. We are no longer “welcome” in several of the finer establishments and many of the less than finer establishments of Austin, TX. So, now we are enjoying many home cooked meals and save up for those special nights with a babysitter. Although, I will say, that I have learned to eat faster than I ever thought I could before…record time 7 minutes flat.
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I cannot stop laughing, Jeannine. Congratulations on becoming a mother of a toddler. You now feel my pain, and I yours. I will send some advice soon, but my dog is barking at me and my kids are upset because mommy is not paying attention to them.
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We eat out for birthday celebrations, a neighborhood get together at the local family style restaurant (3 or 4 families usually) or when the mood hits (aka… don’t want to cook!) which can hit twice a week or once every 3 months. The kids like staying home when we go out because it means pizza for them!
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