So, our family restaurant-going days are over for a little
while. We made it exactly 24
weeks!
Let me say:
Ella has always been such a well-behaved little restaurant goer. We’ve never had a public outburst. Not a single one. She’s been really great. And then there was Sunday night.
With such a great track record we decided to attempt a nice
dinner at Park Ave. This
place is pretty fabulous-- A retro steak house channeling the 50’s and the Rat
Pack. The food is yum and the overall atmosphere is so amazing. I mean they play Dean Martin, a
lot. Enough said.
Back to Ella.
So we attempt this nice dinner with Nenie and Uncle Garrett. I may or may not have startled her in
the car at some point and that may or may not have upset her. Off to a great start, right? She calms down just as we’re arriving. Phew, so I think. We’re there for about, um, two minutes
when Ella decides to let out this scream-- A scream letting everyone know that
she has arrived, she has found her
voice and she’s not afraid to use it.
From there she decided to carry on a very loud and enthusiastic
conversation with the restaurant.
Not screaming, not crying, just chatting. Loudly and enthusiastically.
Now let me say this:
I do not like being those
people at a restaurant. I
apologize to my fellow restaurant goers that were there Sunday evening.
So there we were, moving tables. We found ourselves in the corner of a private room. Sigh. Not only were we able to let Ella finish her conversation,
but we could devour our steaks like nobody was watching. Because nobody was.
The lesson-- Mommy and Daddy’s steak dinners are now
reserved for special date nights only.
But the real lesson is-- I need to be willing to leave Ella with someone
other than Ryan. It’s not for lack
of volunteers, but I have been unwilling to let anyone babysit. For (almost) six months I have been major
Mamma-Bear. I think it might be time for Mom and Dad to have a
date night, just the two of us.
Maybe that’s what Ella was trying to tell of us at the restaurant?
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