Oh, toddlers, your crazy phases never last long, but neither does anything else. Just a few short months ago, I thought we'd never enjoy a family meal out without the help of some serious sedatives (for Kyle or for us, depending when you asked) or at a really loud place. Like a runway.
I remember the October dinner that inspired that post so well it still gives me stomach pains.
That sucked.
This past weekend, we had a family breakfast AND a family dinner out. Kyle was fun for them both. He was especially a delight at dinner when he requested to dance in the middle of the patio to the live music. He's not perfect, as he tosses things on the floor a lot, but he's still enjoyable. It's not as easy breezy as dining without him, but the memories are better in hindsight, if that makes any sense.
I really enjoyed meals out with my family as a kid, and I hope as Kyle's memories start to stick, he does too.
Anyway, plenty of lovely people promised he'd grow out of that nightmarish phase and we'd enjoy restaurants again one day soon and just a few months later, I'm sheepishly admitting you were right. I should really listen to you more often.
(So, I'll be back later this week to ask for sleeping advice! Sounds fun, right?)
If you have a toddler and think you'll never get to treat yourselves to a Sunday night out or a Saturday morning muffin at your favorite cafe, don't fear. You will. One day soon.
Until then, may I introduce you to three glorious words: to-go menus.
Kyle at Love Shack, where we had dinner. Mike crowned it the Best Burger Ever. I crowned my (veggie) burger just eh. I know you were dying to know this information.