Elephant Bar

Yes, that's right. We took our baby to a bar. No, not an actual bar, that's just the name of the restaurant. It's actually the restaurant I had lunch at the day I went into labor. We went with Christopher and his Grandma and Grandpa to have lunch there on this snowy Kansas day. Like a big boy, CJ got to sit in a high chair. In true big boy fashion, he reached for everything on the table (except the toys we brought for him to play with!) and eventually spilled my water everywhere. Finally, Grandma gave him a wrapper from her sandwich and Chris spent the rest of our lunch munching on that. It certainly kept him occupied! He had an okay time but would have been happier if we ordered a burger (medium well) for him. He especially enjoyed the red hat ladies at the table behind us because they reminded him of his Grammy and plus they were giving him big smiles, something he can never turn down!