We topped off a weekend of birthdays on Monday by taking Noah to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse with family. Maybe I should phrase that differently: we went to Ruth's Chris and Noah got to go along. I'm thinking they don't see many babies in there, but the valet was patient as we unloaded our boatloads of baby stuff, and the hostess hid her surprise well, and best of all, Noah was a perfect gentleman! If anything, he laughed a little loudly, but then, so did we! While we were there, he finally grasped the concept of eating puffies instead of throwing them on the floor (nice timing), and he even got to sample some of the bananas out of our cream pie dessert. All in all, it was a great evening.
Funny how now that I'm a mom, my wish for a happy birthday revolves around the baby being happy. Happy baby, happy mommy!
(Noah with Aunt Susan and Uncle Lou)