Restaurant #1: You are having lunch with your friend and little one, having a grand ole time. Well, baby may be a little fussy, so why not introduce him to foccacia bread. He loves it!! Here, have some sweet potato puffs. Let mama finish lunch and we'll leave soon. Oh, okay, it is getting close to your nap time. Check, please! Walking out of the restaurant, you have somehow managed to land puffs on the back of your leg. You have no idea, so you just keep on walking, people looking...why?!? But it's okay, friend to the rescue. Um...yeah. Jessica, you have food all on the back of your leg! Nice!!
Restaurant #2: A co-worker of husbands is nice enough to take the entire family out to dinner one night. Pulling up, the place looks okay, decent Italian place. But you walk in and realize, oh no. This is so not a baby friendly place. Dim lights and couples enjoying their QUIET meals over a nice glass of wine. Linen table cloths and you're a little under dressed too. Does this place even have high chairs? Oh, Lord! This is going to be interesting! Nervous and stomach starting to turn, you sit down anyway, hearing how much co-worker loves this place. Oh, they have high chairs. There is probably one other person in the world that has taken their child here! And here it comes. Tantrum. No, you can not play with the knifes. Boy, you are going to get us kicked out of here. It's close to his dinner time anyway. Feed the child and it'll be good. Broccoli! Stat! (You decide not to scream that across the nice restaurant. You quietly tell the waiter.) Steamed broccoli arrives and all is well. I can deal with the gas from baby. The incessant screaming has to stop. (Yes, that is his favorite food! I know. Odd!)