For the last stage of Mallory's First Communion Celebration, we took her to the Melting Pot last night.
She was very excited:

Phoebe, on the other hand, fell asleep in the car on the way there and woke up very grumpy:

Phoebe's meal consisted of one baby carrot and a bowl of croutons:

Mallory and Chris played tic-tac-toe while waiting for our food -- just as they do at the cheapo restaurants we usually frequent:

Mallory tried some cheese fondue, and chewed it all with a big smile on her face. I got a little teary, because I could tell she didn't like it, but she was trying not to show it. She's learned how to tell social lies! My baby's growing up. She did like the bouillon-cooked chicken. But the best part, of course -- and the whole reason she wanted to visit the Melting Pot to begin with -- was the chocolate:


It cheered Phoebe right up too:


It was a fun night.

(The six pounds I have lost obviously have not come off my chins.)
(That is, I HAD lost six pounds until they brought out the chocolate fondue.)
As we were leaving, I mentioned that we might stop by the bookstore on the way home. "We're not buying anything, though," I warned.
"Aw, why not?" Mallory said.
"Because I just spent one hundred and thirty five dollars on dinner, that's why," I answered.
"WOW," Mallory said. She paused, then asked, "Well, how much did DADDY spend? Because maybe HE can buy us something instead."
She was very excited:
Phoebe, on the other hand, fell asleep in the car on the way there and woke up very grumpy:
Phoebe's meal consisted of one baby carrot and a bowl of croutons:
Mallory and Chris played tic-tac-toe while waiting for our food -- just as they do at the cheapo restaurants we usually frequent:
Mallory tried some cheese fondue, and chewed it all with a big smile on her face. I got a little teary, because I could tell she didn't like it, but she was trying not to show it. She's learned how to tell social lies! My baby's growing up. She did like the bouillon-cooked chicken. But the best part, of course -- and the whole reason she wanted to visit the Melting Pot to begin with -- was the chocolate:
It cheered Phoebe right up too:
It was a fun night.
(The six pounds I have lost obviously have not come off my chins.)
(That is, I HAD lost six pounds until they brought out the chocolate fondue.)
As we were leaving, I mentioned that we might stop by the bookstore on the way home. "We're not buying anything, though," I warned.
"Aw, why not?" Mallory said.
"Because I just spent one hundred and thirty five dollars on dinner, that's why," I answered.
"WOW," Mallory said. She paused, then asked, "Well, how much did DADDY spend? Because maybe HE can buy us something instead."
Comments
I am glad Mallory had a good time.
And congrats on losing 6 pounds! That is great!