Happy Birthday to Me

Another year closer to death. Ha, just kidding. This is my present from the hubby.


The kids have been pretty good at eating out lately, so I decided to try a nice Italian restaurant without crayons or kid menus. Well, I guess we've been eating out too much because the kids decided they'd had enough of the being good at restaurants. They both resolutely refused to sit in their seats quietly and eat. Jackson walked around the table with his plastic giraffe, occasionally stopping by to shove some pasta in his mouth. Noah walked around to all the other tables and tried to steal the waiter's pepper grinder and bowl of grated parmesan. I ate quickly and took them to wander around the Whole Foods while Brad finished up. On the plus side, I did buy some fancy Dutch-processed cocoa for the chocolate cheesecake he's going to make for me. I also got some dark chocolate gelato. Yummy!

Then I went to see a movie with some girlfriends. So it wasn't a total wash.

"Don't you listen to a word she says. She's getting old and senile. I was absolutely perfect tonight, as always!"
"I too don't know what my mother is talking about. I always sit and eat my dinner like a gentleman."
"Enough about her anyway. I will now entertain you all with tricks involving my cute booty."
"And my sweet belly."
"You know that's all you care about."
Alex - official baby cleaner
Cowboy - assigned to various other spilt-food cleanup
"I'm just here to be handsome."
"And get my way."
"It's hard work being so awesome all the time."
"You may put me down for a nap, now, Mother dear."