Eating out is getting stressful.

On Tuesday we (my mother-in-law, Jon & I & kids) went out to eat for Jon's birthday. Dominic is always full of energy and so we had some crayons and a coloring book to amuse him while we waited.

He kept telling us that he wanted "women" in his water. Finally we understood and gave him some 

lemon slices.

He was all over the place, messing with the blinds in the window, trying to crawl under the table and bouncing on the seat. The poor child couldn't be still if his very life depended on it. One of us noticed he was chewing on something. Guess he'd found some gum stuck to the underside of the table. So gross!

His kid's meal came with steak fries. He doesn't like potatoes, but recently has discovered ketchup. So he used the fries to act as a scoop and ate about half a bottle of ketchup. I didn't think about it until after, but I think ketchup has sugar in it. Sigh!

This restaurant has the best snickers pie. So I'd had the idea of getting Jon a whole pie for his birthday. When I went up to ask them about it they told me that the pie would cost $62 plus tax because even though I would be buying the whole thing I had to pay the price per slice. I went back to the table and told Jon that this was a case of it being the thought that counted. Yikes! I couldn't pay that much for just a pie. I'm going to try to find a recipe online or something.

Jon and I used to eat out a lot before the kids got here. But this is reinforcing in our minds that eating out should be for date nights. Dominic just doesn't have the ability to be still. The poor kid really tries, but even just sitting his little legs are swinging, his fingers tapping the table and his mouth running. Very cute, but not very relaxing.