Sunday, February 15, 2009

When in doubt, in and out...

Yesterday was Ross' Grandma Bea's 85th birthday. We came to AZ to celebrate. The party was great and my little Monkey not only met most of Ross' family for the first time, but he was an ANGEL. So good. So cheerful. So fun. He would just sit down and chat and socialize with folks and just gleaned onto some of Ross' younger cousins who would play with him (Thanks, Zac.)

The party was long and by the time we helped get things cleaned up it was nap time for mama and boy. We came back to our hotel room and I crashed....the Monkey did not.

Since he wasn't going to sleep - and I'd finished up with a stomach ache 2 weeks in the making, we headed out to dinner....to a place called the Pita Jungle. A new place for us, and a little on the earthy, healthy, organic side. On the car ride there, of course, a certain little exhausted two-year-old fell asleep. One minute he's saying, "hello sun. I love you sun", and the next he's folded over in his car seat out cold.

We got to the pita place, woke the boy, walked in and were seated - then things took a turn for the worse. He started being, well, frantic. Like in a movie when the bad guys are closing in and the person the hero is trying to save starts to freak. He cried and cried and clawed and panicked. Ross took him for a walk - they came back and as soon as he saw the table it started all over again.

We ordered drinks - and the boys went to look at the kitchen - where a certain little person got happy. So pleasant in fact that the manager let us switch tables so we could see the action. We ordered - then the drama started again. The boy and I went to the bathroom -still freaking. We came back and our food came.

Ross got, well, a pita - which he said was very good. I forgot my insulin (silly diabetic) so I ordered a broiled chicken salad with a lemon vinaigrette - the salad had no dressing and the chicken was, yuck. We got the Monkey a strange combo plate of stuff - he ate the fruit, one piece of pasta, and then went ape crazy. This time, there was no turning back.

My boy and I left the restaurant giving Ross clear instructions to stuff his face and pay the bill. The place backed up to a man made "lake" with ducks. We spent some time following them around. Once outside, life was good again and my boy was fine - except both of us were hungry and one of us wanted only one thing - to go to a store. Yes, he didn't want to eat, he wanted to go shopping.

Ross met us outside. We got in the car. We were all frustrated and as I said - two-thirds of us were starving.

What's a family of three, having some intense struggles to do?

Go to the In-and-Out drive through of course. 2 burgers, one animal style one plain, a diet coke and some fries. Then, promises of a STORE.

That seemed to make all the difference in the world. For me at least. The burgers were great. The boy didn't want his, and with starving children all over the world, I wasn't about to let one special little burger to go waste so I downed both. Even plain, the In-and-Out burger tops them all.

We then went to a store - and bought ties, a Thomas the train, and a baby sling thing for me.

Then the boy ate his fries - cold.

And then, went and got one of these.....The sugar in the little sucker nearly killed me but oh, so good. Divine, really.

Bahama Rama Mama indeed.

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