Today is Sam and mines’ anniversary, so we decided to go out to dinner. Normally it is Charlie that gives us a hard time when we go out. He doesn’t like to sit still for very long, and he doesn’t like to eat much so sitting in a restaurant is toddler torture for him. Noah loves to eat in general, so we hardly have issues when we take him out.
Tonight, we went to Smokin’ Pig for some bbq. The service was really good. Charlie sweetly drank out of a big boy cup and Noah danced to the music until the food came. When the food was brought out, the boys picked at their meals and were well behaved. Then I got them each a bowl of ice cream from the salad bar, which they loved. Sam paid the bill while I put the food in take-out boxes, and we praised the boys for their excellent behavior. While packing up, we were still metaphorically patting ourselves on the back for how sweet the boys were.
Then we had to separate Noah from his melted bowl of ice cream.
We were seated in the table farthest from the door. When I started to get Noah out of his highchair he started to whimper. Then I took the spoon out of his hand. Apparently he thought that was the wrong decision. Now, when Noah was born we were told he had underdeveloped lungs and he was on an incredibly expensive drug for several months to help them develop. It worked. Noah let out the LOUDEST scream ever. This is no understatement: Noah has the loudest screams I have ever heard a child make. I didn’t know toddlers had the power to make a sound at the decibel level Noah is capable of. He continued to scream while I walked as fast as I could out the door. Once I got outside I had to readjust, as Noah had slipped almost completely out of my death-grip. I had him hoisted up again, and he grabbed my tank top, screamed, and flopped backwards….fully exposing my bra to a van full on senior citizens.
We love you Noah….but don’t ever do that again. I am started to get immune to your cuteness.
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