Yesterday Jon and I had reservations at the L.A. Cafe for supper. Our friend Roberta came and stayed with the kiddos while we were gone. It was nice to get out without any kids.
Today my father came up and we all went to lunch with him. Initially I had thought we might go to Red Robin but he decided that he didn’t care for it after his one time there a month or so ago. It seems that he didn’t care for the burger he ordered even though the rest of us at the table loved ours. So, instead, we opted for Chili’s. It wasn’t too bad. It seems that we ordered the wrong thing for Elias, of course. The little bugger is becoming exceptionally picky about what he eats – he’s rapidly becoming as bad as his sister! I suppose though, quesadillas aren’t all that spectacular.
But we did find one thing Elias liked, or rather, Papa George (my father) did. After lunch, we came back to our house where he pulled out the Valentine candy. He got heart boxes for Ceili Fey and I and a bag of Reese hearts for the little guys.
My father is not known for his moderation. I’m truly not sure just how many of the heart candies Elias had. I think it was at least three. He kept going back and forth between Papa George, whom he would beg for more candy, to the trains with which he was playing. He was so excited, just bounding back and forth, yet the whole time he just kept sucking his thumb and saying “nigh-nigh,” which he only does when tired.
When I decided he had had quite enough, I picked him up and told him it was naptime. He began screaming and hit me. I decided at that point that I had had quite enough and ran him upstairs to his room, sat him in the big rocker, and shut the door.
Is it any wonder he crashed pretty hard at bedtime??