Finger Licking Good.

Ahh, I dare say the days of going out to restaurants which had only just recently become possible again has now come to a screeching halt. Finally, Matthew was at a good point where he could sit, and eat and color or something and pretty much behave through a dinner. Eric just sat or slept or played quietly in the high chair or car seat. It's officially over. We went out last night and although it went ok, I had to hold Eric most of the time because he would whine and try to climb out of that silly thing restaurants call a high chair where the strap does nothing to hold the child in. So then he was pulling my hair, smacking me, trying to get on the floor, then crawling away, sticking his hands into my dish. Matthew behaved outstandingly, but now Eric is too old to behave for at least another year right? Maybe when he's two and can be occupied by food and coloring and toys, and his brother's example? Lovely Crap.