Taking Chase out to dinner lately has become quite a challenge. In fact, the way I described it most recently was that it really is an aerobic activity. [And, I mean, to give the kid some credit, you really can't expect an almost 17-month (!) old to just sit still for an hour an a half.]
This is basically the requirements for taking Chase out to dinner:
- (immediately) remove all the breakable, shake-able, spill-able things on the table (i.e. salt/pepper shakers, plates, silverware, glasses of water/wine/beer, etc.)
- keep him out of the butter, cheese, and other milk products that he would have an immediate allergic reaction to (he wants to eat them, dig in them and/or otherwise just play with them)
- prevent him from hitting his head on the table as he tries to slide his body under the table
- (try to) keep him from squealing too loudly as to offend anyone sitting near us
The good thing about taking Chase out is that he absolutely loves people and attention. He stares at people until he catches their eye and then smiles really big or giggles. He's such a social creature (no idea where he got that from...). Here is a picture {above and below} of some lucky people who sat beside us recently...Lucky for us they were troopers and played a few games of peek-a-boo with Chase, who was about as happy as I was to have a glass of white wine in front me.
I had to catch a shot of Polo and Polo, Jr. before leaving... :)
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