Dining Out

Until last weekend, our family dining out options consisted solely of burrito stands, bagel shops, takeout pizza, and those rotisserie chickens from the grocery store. All fine options, but we hadn't ventured to an actual restaurant for a real meal. Someplace with cloth napkins, actual glasses, and an ordering system that doesn't involve talking into a clown's nose.

With the adult to infant ratio dramatically in our favor (Great Aunt Renae, Great Uncle Dana, and my parents were all visiting), we decided to gamble. We left for the restaurant immediately after Megan finished feeding Lucie and Ryan. And, with the exception of one crying jag by Ryan, everyone did great. Fresh seafood was eaten, good wine was drunk, and actual conversations were had.