Lunch Today

Fiona is growing up. There is no denying it now.

We went to lunch today at a new restaurant. We don’t go to restaurants often, but sometimes on the weekends we like to have a lunch somewhere other than home (so we can eat something other than grilled cheese or peanut butter and jelly), so after Fiona’s nap we headed downtown to a place called Amigo’s Surf Cantina. Amigo’s is in a place that used to be a wine bar and was a furniture store (or something like that) before that, and possibly a toy store, but who can remember?

There was a time when John and I would go to new restaurants on weekends, visiting places that just opened, or places we hadn’t been, but that is long in the past. Our little downtown has changed a lot since we moved here and now there are restaurants and other types of eateries that have opened and closed before we got a chance to try them out (cue sad face here). But not this one. I read a good review and it seemed like a good place to lunch plus I had a craving for Mexican food.

The food definitely hit the spot and the service was great! However, as this is not a restaurant review, it’s a post about Fiona growing up so I will tell you what the restaurant has to do with Fiona’s development. Today at lunch, Fiona did not sit in a high chair. We pulled up a regular chair for her, helped her in, and there she sat quietly for the entire meal. We played with her animal cards at first, but when the chips and salsa came out, she shunned the cards in favor of the food. She ate mini taquitos and lots of chips and salsa and a little bit of guacamole. She ate neatly, not making a huge mess or dropping food, and wiped her hands on a napkin when she finished. It was a very pleasant experience. The people at the table next to us and the waitress were enamored of Fiona.

Here are some photos:

Ah, she inherited her parents’ habit of mugging for the camera.

She made friends with a statue outside Starbucks:

She picked up handfuls of red bark and offered it to the statue, and we had to explain that it was not a real child but a statue child, who didn’t move. She was satisfied with that explanation and continued to offer bark, but left without a fuss when we said it was time to go home.

Later that day she picked beans with John and we ate them for dinner, blanched in butter and then mixed with more butter:

Those beans sprouted from seeds that somehow survived the winter. They were not planted. Spontaneous beans are yummy.

No idea what was going on here:

A couple more with trowel and beans:

They sure were a tasty dinner!

Our day actually began with a nice long ride in the Burley Bee and then some tent play:

This being Fiona, she had more fun knocking it over and rolling around in it than actually sitting in it and playing, but we don’t really care. I’m really looking forward to this week because John is on vacation and I love spending time as a family at home.