June 9th, 2010


Whirling dervishes

Or why the adults must always outnumber the children. This is what happens when you take a 3, 2 and 1 year old out for dinner and try to photograph them after they've had dessert (All photos taken by my sis, she just choses not to blog so I'm stepping up as the older sis and stealing them from her):

2 of the 3 crawled up on the barstools themselves. We decided we needed a pic, seeing as we won't find it nearly as cute 15 years from now. There was no way my sister could stop laughing long enough, and they could sit still long enough for a decent shot. This one shows them in the same general area (note L's arm peeking out from behind V)

Stella went outside, you know where there are no walls! by herself with the 3 of them. I finished my coffee inside with Willy and we paid. She paid too, only in tears, trying to get the group shot assembled

(I have no idea where A went to in these next 2 but I did see her get loaded into her carseat)

I'm sure the diners loved the peepers

Goodbye squeezes