What was I thinking?

For some reason I thought it would be a cool idea to take both the boys on a shopping trip! Must have been another of my momentary brain lapses. But, feeling very confident I put the boys in the car and drove to the mall.

My parents were also heading that direction and since my mom thinks I'm crazy was feeling helpful, she offered to sit in the parking lot with the boys so I didn't have to drag them into Staples. Had I known how well dinner would go later, I not only would have agreed to this, but also begged her to come to dinner to. But, anyways, with her help I quickly run through Staples to find what I needed. Isaac screamed and cried when my mom left. Elijah just giggled like he was high.

My thought was that going someplace other then fast food would be easier. You know where they bring the food to me and clean up after us. Getting inside was tough... Elijah was feeling independent and screamed if I didn't let him walk. So holding each of their hands we headed in. I thought they were going to pull my arms off! Half way to the restaurant Isaac started crying and doesn't want to go in. The only thing that got him moving again was the promise of pancakes and cookies.Eat-N-Park serves breakfast all day and gives kids giant smiley face cookies.

Once inside, it seemed like there was a wait. After the helpful greeter ignored us and sat two table ahead of us realized we were there, she took us back to a long skinny booth. Isaac cried the whole way. He calmed down as we reached the table. The greeter looked very confused when I said the two babies would need highchairs. She took the placemats and silverware off the table and walked away to find us a table. I only assumed we were supposed to follow, so we head back out to the front of the restaurant. Again, Isaac cried the whole way. I let Isaac smear his face and finger all over the pie case while we waited (hey, he was quiet).

The finally seated us in the back room and we ordered our drinks. The waiter, who seemed like he'd never seen children before, came to take our food orders. Isaac took one drink of milk and coughed it all over the table!

Anyways, the food finally came. Isaac cried when I gave him the pancake he had insisted on. The only thing he'd eat was my mashed potatoes. Elijah didn't eat anything. He just tried to color on his pancakes.

We got our check, quickly paid and head out the door. I really wanted to take a strawberry pie home, but I just couldn't figure out how I'd get it to the car!