The mental/physical gymnastics of eating out with a toddler. 

A has some fancy black tie affair tonight. Consequently, I decided that I was going to make things easier for myself and take Tuna out for Thai. You know, a sweet mother-daughter Saturday night date type of thing.

All you veteran mothers are all cackling away at me, I know.

It starts with the peace talks that must ensue prior to actually getting out of the house.

“Sweetie, where’s your nappy? Can you go get me your nappy?” This is our new thing which I’m trying to get her used to in training for becoming a big sister. Usually she goes into her room and triumphantly emerges a little while later with a “mappy”, often¬†accompanied by some alarming item of baby first aid which escaped my childproofing efforts. Continue reading