What it is like to eat in a nice restaurant…illustrated with crappy pictures™
So we get seated and the baby decides that he is NOT going in the highchair.
He decides this loudly.
Now a good, career server understands the concept of the clear space on a table that is the baby zone. It is there for a reason, that reason being that the baby will grab everything within his reach. An experienced server knows not to put spillable, sharp, fragile or hot things directly within the parameters of a cleared baby zone.
I love this blog, it’s funny and it has crappy pictures! Seriously you have no idea how stressful eating in a restaurant is until you have a baby/toddler. I live in fear of the tantrum because he’s bored/teething/not hungry/hungry/tired/wants to run around and poke people. And yes they these babies have long arms searching out cutlery, hot food and drinks to throw creating extreme havoc. We often eat at Pizza Express using our Tesco Clubcard vouchers so at least I’m not paying to stress through a meal. Sometimes Darwin is happy to sit and eat and he enjoys charming other diners but we’ve had our fair share of taking it in turns to take a miserable boy outside to calm down. Even though people are probably sympathetic I can’t help thinking they are staring and tutting at my poor parenting skills.
What it is like to (not) sleep at night – illustrated with crappy pictures™ had me in fits because this is how we sleep (though thankfully there’s no 4 year old to interrupt) with a little starfish baby and a husband who exclaims he’s tired yet I’m the one feeding all night.
