We went out for dinner one night to meet up with a couple of mommy and daddy's old friends and Auntie Choo. Auntie Choo was suppose to have DD therapy but she was sick and didn't want to pass it on to you so she had to content herself by looking at you instead. Poor Auntie Choo, so near yet so far....
Normally you love going to this Italian place, you'd be sitting in the high chair enjoying what food put in front of you and playing with the wait staff. But something must've happened when Chef Michele who was carrying you put you into the high chair. Your face turned sour and you cried and you didn't want to sit in the chair at all all evening. I guess you were upset you got put in the chair before you were ready. So you spent the evening on daddy's and mommy's lap as we took turn holding you. 
It was when you were sitting on mommy's lap was when you decided you rather eat straight from mommy's plate instead of bits being passed to you. You ate away as mommy and daddy were having a conversation with our friends, and Auntie Choo decided to whip out her camera and starting taking pictures.Clean up involves taking you to the bathroom and washing off the tomato-ey sauce from your hands and face. Then it was horsing around with daddy before we all called it a night...
Love,
Mommy
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