may we have a table for 4 adults and 7 kids?

Liz, Henry, Lucy, Will and I went to Seattle last Thursday
to visit with Courtney, Heidi and Angie.

And their kiddos, Raleigh, Chandler, Adelaide and Hayden

We had been planning it for weeks and of course,

the day came and it snowed.

We met at U Village and let the kids play (freeze)

on the playground.

Then decided it was time for lunch.

Where do you go with 4 adults and 7 kids under 3?

Specialties Bakery had 4 high chairs and was

close to where we were so they "won" our business.

Will's hands were frozen and hurt so he was

crying when we got to the restaurant.

I took him into the bathroom and forced him to hold

his hands under luke warm water to warm them up.

By his screams, you'd have thought I was

drowning him in boiling water.

He then needed his poopy diaper changed

which he was not interested in.

He squirmed and screamed bloody murder

while I cleaned him up.

He kicked one shoe off and it flew across the bathroom.

There was poop all over the table.

I set him down so he could continue to throw his fit.

He was soon face down on the public bathroom floor,

with no pants (or diaper) and a missing shoe screaming

so loud people probably thought I was trying to

flush him down the toilet.

After cleaning up the poop on the walls

I decided he had to have at least a diaper on before

reuniting with the rest of the world.

He had wormed his way over (on the floor)

to the door so while I sat on top of him

and wrestled trying to get his diaper on

he banged and kicked the door so anyone who hadn't

noticed he'd lost his mind was now sure of it.

And by the way...I was sweating at this point.

I finally got his diaper and pants on and opened the

door to leave and he looked around at everyone like "what?"

Liz came to his (and my) rescue and soothed him in

her Liz way.

He then sat very nicely for lunch.

Apparently he had worked up an appetite.

I just kept looking at him on the dirty bathroom floor

and thinking "this has to be one of those low moments

in parenting."

Kind of like breastfeeding him while sitting on a public toilet.