Eating. A Tag Team Sport.

Sunday morning we continued our delish breakfast tradition by hitting up Cracker Barrel. Aubrey's been doing very well eating out with us, so we figured it wouldn't be a problem.

I should have known the unusually long wait for the waitress was a harbinger of things to come. I am usually very patient at restaurants, and I am pretty understanding if the waitress doesn't show up right away to take a drink order. However, when you've been waiting for over ten minutes at your table with a squirmy baby, and still haven't seen your waitress yet, you start to get a bit antsy.

By the time our food order was taken, I knew we were in trouble. Aubrey was losing interest in the guests around us, and she was banging her toy violently on the table. I think she was doing it on purpose. Our food eventually made an appearance, and with the food came the screaming. Aubrey decided she had enough, and if she wasn't going to get to eat our food, then neither would we. So, Justin and I had to turn eating into a tag team sport. As he ate, I walked with Aubrey through the gift shop in the front of the restaurant, and vice versa.

I saw some other young couples eyeing us, with the husbands probably thinking, "THAT is why I'm not ready to have a baby, honey! I like to actually EAT my meals!"

Justin and I love going out to eat, and we don’t plan on stopping any time soon. Sometimes our meals with Aubrey work like clock work, and other times (like yesterday), we end up eating alone while the other is off with the baby in a gift shop. Although I have to admit, as I sat there all alone eating it wasn't so bad. For five minutes I got to enjoy peace, quiet, and the 'Ol Timer's Breakfast.