We were suppose to meet up with my bestest friends for brunch on Sunday but it was cancelled last minute. One of my dear friends who had come all the way from Portland was sick and didn't want to stray far from the house she was staying at. She spent the morning trying to regain some sort of wellness before heading out on her long trek home. So me and the fam ended up spending the day with another couple and the six of us drove to Sequim. What an amazing day for a drive. The weather was beautiful, much better then Saturday, and we had a fabulous drive and a glorious breakfast.
It has been a year since the last time the four of us headed up to Sequim. We had a great time this year with the little copper heads along with us. They add a certain level of delight that just can't be matched. They were so excited to go to breakfast at The Oak Table. Olyvia was ready to order before we even got in the door. Ellie on the other hand was more contemplative, trying to decide the perfect item to order. She finally decided on a waffle and of course there was no waffle on the kids menu. So we ordered her one off the regular menu and she proceeded to eat about 4 bites of it just as we were all done, the table was cleared and we were trying to get out the door.
Why do kids do that. You sit there for 30 minutes, eating and visiting while they stare at their plate slouched in their chair looking at you as if you have just condemned them to the worst fate. The more you encourage them to 'eat up' their breakfast, the slower they seem to go and the further they slouch in their chair. Eventually, the wait staff take all the plates except the child's plate. They bring the bill, it is settled and then the waiting begins. The ultimate question of how long you will wait lingers in your mind. We finally told her it was time to go and she sits up, and begins to eat. Inside my mind I am SCREAMING 'YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?' But I politely sit down, encourage her to eat quickly, that we have to get going. She shovels in a few more bites as she looks up at me with that look of 'you are always hurrying me' while syrup drips from the sides of her mouth. With one swift movement she wipes the syrup and egg from her face with her arm and hops down from the table. Luckily we are seasoned parents and go no where without a case of wipes. We swab her down, buckle them both up and are off.
After leaving the restaurant we drive the 2 or so miles to their Grandpa Bob's house and as soon as we get there what do we hear coming from the back seat? 'Mom, I'm hungry.' I can't help but turn around and exclaim, 'Really?'
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