Friday, July 28, 2006
Here's what we did on Sunday when it was 114 degrees outside.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
I hate to even publish this because I'm afraid I'll jinx it. Gavin has been wearing underwear since Friday. Yay! One poop accident 2 days ago and two pee accidents which I take the blame for because I was preoccupied on the phone, but otherwise, he is actually potty training! Fingers crossed we won't need to buy any more cases of diapers, which means our Costco bill will be going way down and daycare tuition goes down too! So cheer for Gavin and make a big deal about his underwear when you see him.
Tyler has been taking good lessons from us as he watches Mommy and Daddy get overly excited about Gavin's potty training. Dr. Phil says throw them the biggest party in the bathroom every time. Tyler is not nearly as enthusiastic as we are but I think he *gets* what the big deal is. Woo hoo party in the bathroom!
Tyler has been taking good lessons from us as he watches Mommy and Daddy get overly excited about Gavin's potty training. Dr. Phil says throw them the biggest party in the bathroom every time. Tyler is not nearly as enthusiastic as we are but I think he *gets* what the big deal is. Woo hoo party in the bathroom!
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Gavin had his first bad restaurant experience yesterday, at the tender young age of two years, 11 months and 12 days. Poor kid will probably never want pizza again after what happened at Paesano's. We picked up the kids from school and announced we were going out for dinner. They both chanted "I want to go to the place that has pizza dough!" Luckily we've got two such places that I know of, Original Pete's and Paesano's both bring the kids a ball of pizza dough to play with instead of the traditional crayons and menus. Talk about cheap entertainment, they love this stuff but I've pretty much given up on telling them not to put the raw dough in their mouth, they can't not do it.
Anyway, Tyler ordered the kid's macaroni and Gavin ordered the kid's pizza. As we waited for our meals, I couldn't help but notice a change they had made from our first visit there. They had this very pretty but very tantalizing curtain of beads hanging from the 20' ceiling down to the floor, right next to the booths. On our previous visit, the kids were so preoccupied with trying to pull the beads down I spent my meal nervous (that's a bit of an understatement) they were going to yank this giant curtain down onto other diners and we'd be faced with a $1,000 bill to repair it. So while I was pleased they seated us away from the curtain this time, I was thrilled to notice they got smart and cut away the bottom half of the curtain so nobody, not even a grown up, could reach it anymore. Yay! Guess maybe other kids were as goofy about the thing as ours were. Tyler was so fascinated by it, he fell right out of our booth into the feet of people dining next to us when he was trying to pull this beaded curtain down.
So, back to Gav's dinner. They brought out the food and all looked good. We dug in after the usual blowing of the food ritual and issuing warnings that it was hot. Gavin began complaining that his pizza was spicy. He was drinking lemonade, and lots of it, and I know sometimes when you mix tangy lemonade with strong herbs you get a bad blend of food. So we offered him some water and he went back to the pizza. We weren't exactly studying him, we had food to eat, but we couldn't help but notice that he'd take a bite, cry out that the pizza was spicy, take a drink and take another bite of pizza. This went on until eventually his crying turned to tears and drool began pouring out of his mouth. That's when I knew it really must be spicy. So I asked the waitress to dump his lemonade and bring milk. That always helps me. Then I took a bite of his pizza and bam! sure enough, it was way too spicy to be a kids pizza. By this time, Gavin was really miserable, his milk was taking way too long and all the other drinks at our table were gone as we tried pouring anything down his--and now my--throats. Shawn had had enough waiting, he jumped up and tracked down the server saying it was an emergency to get milk to our kid who had a spicy pizza. The manager came over and took it away, quizzing us about whether any of my Pasta Tuttamare touched it because there was chili oil in my dish and the kid's pizzas are not spicy at all. I told her not only did that not happen, but after eating my chili oil dish, I still found his pizza way too spicy. She said another pizza was on the way and we snuck some of Tyler's mac and cheese over to Gavin's plate. Many days, the kid doesn't even eat dinner but this was not one of those days, he was still hungry so we had to give him something.
The manager returned just as Shawn and I began wondering and hoping that somebody would taste it as proof. She had tasted it. She announced "It appears the cook used the Smokin' Hot pizza sauce accidentally." Yeah smokin' hot sounds just about right. Poor poor Gavin. They were really concerned. He was salivating uncontrollably. He gulped down his milk and another lemonade, plus a lot of our iced tea. Needless, to say, they comped his pizza and all the drinks and apologized profusely. We'll be back, Paesano's has the best pizza and salads around, but I highly doubt Gavin will be happy when we walk through their doors again.
Anyway, Tyler ordered the kid's macaroni and Gavin ordered the kid's pizza. As we waited for our meals, I couldn't help but notice a change they had made from our first visit there. They had this very pretty but very tantalizing curtain of beads hanging from the 20' ceiling down to the floor, right next to the booths. On our previous visit, the kids were so preoccupied with trying to pull the beads down I spent my meal nervous (that's a bit of an understatement) they were going to yank this giant curtain down onto other diners and we'd be faced with a $1,000 bill to repair it. So while I was pleased they seated us away from the curtain this time, I was thrilled to notice they got smart and cut away the bottom half of the curtain so nobody, not even a grown up, could reach it anymore. Yay! Guess maybe other kids were as goofy about the thing as ours were. Tyler was so fascinated by it, he fell right out of our booth into the feet of people dining next to us when he was trying to pull this beaded curtain down.
So, back to Gav's dinner. They brought out the food and all looked good. We dug in after the usual blowing of the food ritual and issuing warnings that it was hot. Gavin began complaining that his pizza was spicy. He was drinking lemonade, and lots of it, and I know sometimes when you mix tangy lemonade with strong herbs you get a bad blend of food. So we offered him some water and he went back to the pizza. We weren't exactly studying him, we had food to eat, but we couldn't help but notice that he'd take a bite, cry out that the pizza was spicy, take a drink and take another bite of pizza. This went on until eventually his crying turned to tears and drool began pouring out of his mouth. That's when I knew it really must be spicy. So I asked the waitress to dump his lemonade and bring milk. That always helps me. Then I took a bite of his pizza and bam! sure enough, it was way too spicy to be a kids pizza. By this time, Gavin was really miserable, his milk was taking way too long and all the other drinks at our table were gone as we tried pouring anything down his--and now my--throats. Shawn had had enough waiting, he jumped up and tracked down the server saying it was an emergency to get milk to our kid who had a spicy pizza. The manager came over and took it away, quizzing us about whether any of my Pasta Tuttamare touched it because there was chili oil in my dish and the kid's pizzas are not spicy at all. I told her not only did that not happen, but after eating my chili oil dish, I still found his pizza way too spicy. She said another pizza was on the way and we snuck some of Tyler's mac and cheese over to Gavin's plate. Many days, the kid doesn't even eat dinner but this was not one of those days, he was still hungry so we had to give him something.
The manager returned just as Shawn and I began wondering and hoping that somebody would taste it as proof. She had tasted it. She announced "It appears the cook used the Smokin' Hot pizza sauce accidentally." Yeah smokin' hot sounds just about right. Poor poor Gavin. They were really concerned. He was salivating uncontrollably. He gulped down his milk and another lemonade, plus a lot of our iced tea. Needless, to say, they comped his pizza and all the drinks and apologized profusely. We'll be back, Paesano's has the best pizza and salads around, but I highly doubt Gavin will be happy when we walk through their doors again.
