Monkey Business

Today is our sixth wedding anniversary. It's also the first day of daylight saving time so our schedule is completely off. Tristan slept past 5:30am which is nothing short of miraculous. I slept in with him. (yes, we are still co-sleeping in case you were wondering. it's a beautiful thing) Greg and Micah headed off to church for 9:30 while T and I just stayed home. The plan was to meet out for lunch so that I wouldn't have to cook.
We met at the Grease Monkey burger joint downtown. I had never been there and was excited to finally try it out. Greg and Micah met us there. I noticed almost immediately that Micah was in 'big boy underwear' and not a pull-up (we had been working with him at home for the last two days with somewhat success). I commented to Greg about my discovery and he proudly replied, "I know." Apparently, Micah did really well all morning at church with no accidents. Sweet.
We were chatting over the menu trying to make a decision on our order when... oh no... his face. "Micah! What are you doing?" As if I didn't already know.
It was too late. A #2 was in full effect.
Luckily, I was holding the baby. Greg had to field this one. So I guess unlucky for Greg, I was holding the baby. :)
Meanwhile, several families we know from church entered the restaurant including some of Micah's favorite people -- the Hendricksons! Greetings, hugs and smiles were exchanged. I relaxed again knowing we were in familiar company.
After placing our order and finding a table, Micah felt called to the arcade machines. He entertained himself "playing" the games until our food was ready. When the games grew boring, Micah moved on to the stage where he entertained everyone with song and dance. Quite the Ham that boy is.
Greg came over with our order placing my salad in front of me. With one look I was disgusted to find black olives all over my chicken & strawberry salad. What? Olives were not in the description. (Gag) Who would do that? (Gag, Gag) Is this a joke?
Greg quickly removed the salad from my sight and asked the cook to remake it.
Phew! Close one. My stomach soon began to settle again.
Finally, Greg convinces Micah to climb into his chair to eat his lunch. He was pretty wound up so sitting at the table wasn't really what he wanted to do. I began reverse psychology. "Don't eat that burger, Micah. No. No." He loves this game and was soon gnawing down a bite. He then muttered something, smiled, and threw a piece of burger across the table! It barely missed me and splattered on the floor. Really?
Greg quickly removed Micah from my sight to have a 'come to Jesus' talk.
At this point, Tristan is fussing. I'm wiping bits of burger off the floor muttering...well, stuff. This is not the easy, no mess lunch we had envisioned. I can feel the stomach acid gurgling up my esophagus. ugh.
Then something heavenly happened...Micah returns to the table, crocodile tears streaking his face. He mutters to me, "I'm sorry."  Sweet repentant words from a precious three year old. Tristan's mood swung again and he was now happily wiggling in his highchair. Greg and I exchange glances and begin to laugh. and laugh. and laugh. Our life is so out of control! Who knew that a quick lunch out could hold so much adventure: a #2, black olives, crying and burger chucking! so glad I saved all the trouble of cooking at home.