Metal Mummy

Obviously a few more than the bloke at Harvester had. He was a nice enough fella, but failed miserably at seating us.

Yesterday, a couple of friends and I decided to go out for lunch with the kiddies (4 of them. Yes, I know. Insane). We chose to go to Harvester and off we went.

We arrived. Were greeted. Asked how many high chairs we needed. There’s 7 of us. 3 high chairs required. Simple enough.

The problem was, that in a very empty restaurant with plenty of bigger/more spacious tables, the bloke decided to seat us at a table of 4 pushed up against a wall so that the 3 high chairs were packed at one end and no mum’s could actually sit with their corresponding child.

Luckily, it wasn’t too bad. Except I forgot to bring juice, nappies, baby wipes or toys (I know, I’m an amazing mother).

All in all, it was a fabulous lunch. We all had a chat and a lovely time. It’s so nice being able to go somewhere as a group, and the kids were good as gold really.

My question is though, Where in God’s name does my baby manage to fit all the food she eats? She’s such a little dink really, there’s nothing to her – but she still managed to polish off a bread roll, a load of salad, a sausage, mash, peas and gravy, a couple of bits of scampi and gave her ice cream sundae a bloody good try. The ice cream that came out for them (a kids portion) was enough to fill me up, never mind a 2 year old. No wonder she was leaning back in her high chair by the time she was finished – if she had a belt, she would have loosened it.

Baby wanted in on Operation Ice Cream Scoff

Minus a few wobblers towards the end, it was lovely. Freyja was completely knackered and I was hoping she decided to actually nap. She was quiet – that doesn’t always mean she’s asleep. She could have been doing more poo art. But no, she actually slept! No more poo art for me! Yet…