eating out

This picture (pardon my index finger, ahem....) was taken during one of the shortest trips to a restaurant we've had in recent memory. It was short not just because Mexico Restaurant serves your food incredibly fast, but because PC is in a weird stage when it comes to seating options. He's too big for a clip-out car seat anymore, which is too bad, because when he was tiny and fit in that thing, we could just unclip him, bring him in, and set him beside us as we ate. And he's still too small for a high chair proper, which has to do with general squirminess and an inability to hold himself upright for long periods of time without kickin' out the jams. Even though his neck muscles are more awesome than ever.

So, when we go out now, he has to sit in someone's lap for the duration. And it's usually C's, because she is much more practiced at eating-with-boy than his dad and because she seems to have more patience with it. I held him during part of this meal, but that ended when he grabbed the ground beef and cheese out of my taco and deposited it on the table.

Going out is still great, though, because total strangers come up to you and tell you how perfect your baby is.