August 23, 2011

Tuesday:

We went out to eat at Trudy's today, and I ordered Annabelle some beans to eat, black beans to be exact. The waitress asked me if I was sure I wanted black beans, and I said yes, not thinking there was anything to that question. She brought the beans, and after I cooled some off, gave them to Annabelle. She ate a few, then after a couple more, each time she ate one, her face would turn red and she would yell. Phillip and I had both been eating salsa, so to us, the beans weren't spicy at all. I asked the waitress if the black beans were spicy and she said, "Yes, that's why I wasn't sure you really wanted them." Nice to know now. I think she may have not been taking into consideration that not everyone eats at Trudy's everyday. I then ordered pinto beans, which Annabelle ate just fine. She began to get pretty restless sitting in her high chair, so I let her stand on the booth next to me. She would turn around and look at the people behind us, which really seemed to aggravate Phillip. I told him that I wasn't going to pick that battle, and people should understand what it means to come to a family restaurant, there will be babies and they will cry, and inevitably stare at everyone gaining as much attention as possible. We ordered dessert, and while Phillip leisurely ate his cheesecake flan, I inhaled my brownie a la mode as Annabelle twisted and turned from my lap to beside me and Liam leaned over me snagging bites of my ice cream and brownie. It kinda made me laugh at how opposite a typical mom is to a typical dad when it comes to going out. A dad thinks, 'Let's have a nice, calm, leisurely dinner where we don't disturb anyone else.' A mom thinks, 'Yay! I don't have to cook or clean!' and that's enough for her! That's me and Phillip anyway. At least my expectations never fall short of the the true experience.

On the way home, I heard Liam telling Annabelle 'Thank You' over and over again in the same tone of voice she says it and I look back to sees their two little hands reaching out towards each other, grasping each others' fingers as they giggled away. One of the sweetest things I think I have seen so far in my life as a Mother.