When Menus Attack

Wish I had a picture - we'll have to fake one next time - but we just returned from our first restaurant-baby-in-high-chair experience. (Yes, we've been to restaurants before with Dash, but he was always sleeping in his little car seat!) So how did it go - Extremely Well! Can I just say that my son is an angel?!?!?

He devoured his green beans (which stalled the nursing and allowed mama to finish her meal!), he drank from / chewed on his sippy cup, and he sat there and played with his "links" (the cheapest and best toys on the market for babies) - all this while looking so cute in his little plaid shorts! Seriously, it should be illegal for babies to be that cute. 

The only bummer of the evening was Dash's first eye injury. Poor little guy grabbed a menu and in a matter of seconds, the menu's edge poked him in his tiny, little, sweet, innocent, blue eye. He cried a very sad "what the hell - that really sucked, mom" type of cry and his little eye was swollen shut for a few minutes.

I (mama) about cried myself. I've noticed that, every time my baby gets hurt, the same feeling of deep sadness mixed with anxiety topped off with a little nausea sets in. It's a dreadful, heavy, sickening feeling that makes you instantly see your inadequacy for being a parent. And in this case, it's the type of  feeling that takes away any appetite for Texas Roadhouse! I looked up to Tyler for strength and support, but I could see in his eyes that he too was feeling it.

That feeling only goes away when you see your baby back to 100%, which I'm glad to report is the case. About 10 minutes after the dreaded menu attack, Dash was back to his normal self and his little eye was back to being open full scale. And just to make sure, we had Gigi, Aunt Cheryl, and Grandma (a nurse!) on scene to verify. 

Oh, and for all you parents gearing up for the first high-chair-restaurant experience - do not under-estimate the amount of things that can - and will - fall on the floor. Be it food, the sippy cup, your napkin, the links, the sippy cup again, the empty to-go box, your purse, the bib, oh my lord, was that the freakin' sippy cup again, now the links....You get the idea...start playing twister or practicing your yoga moves to reach all the stuff that will fall to the floor!