Goodbye to the days of bringing Isabel to a restaurant and having her snooze through the whole thing. I realize now we should have taken more advantage of those days. Last night Jeremy and I went to Vince's Italian Restaurant with Miss Iz in tow. Vince's is this really divey Italian joint that I like a lot. Think of Beppo's, but not so loud. Lots of families and older folk, so it was a safe bet to bring the kiddo.
Isabel did well for the first 10 minutes or so. We had to wait for a while for a table and once we were seated, she started to squirm. I got her out of her seat to change her diaper and as Jeremy says "Once she's out of her carseat, it is game over."
We managed to get through our salads and part of our entrees before the squirming started. We handed her back and forth over the table- allowing one another to chow down before we had to hand her back. Then, about 10 minutes before we left- the screeching started. Many of you have heard Isabel screech before, a happy screech that makes us all laugh. This screech was different. She sounded like a cat being attacked by a racoon- and she was attacking her burp cloth with such vigor that we thought she was trying to rip it apart. We couldn't stop laughing, her outburst was so unlike her that we just were cracking up. You could tell she was trying to tell us that she was tired, hungry and had enough. I am sure the people in the booths around her thought we had raised a Wolf-Child; with her wild hair and screeches.
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