A Pre-Birthday Birthday Dinner (part 2)

I probably should have posted this one first, so it would be underneath the other one. Oh well, if you're not smart enough to figure it out, you're banished from my blog forever! (No, there will be no banishing of me because I'm not smart enough to post in the right order. It's my blog, I make the rules.)

Anyhoo, at the restaurant, our super-cute waitress Kristin asked us how old Tate is. When we told her his birthday is next Saturday, she insisted on bringing him a birthday surprise.

Two things you should note about this picture.
1. the candle on his ice cream sundae! We even sang Happy Birthday.
2. The wet mark on my shirt, right next to Tate's elbow. He spit on me right before we took the picture. That's probably the reason he's smiling.

Going in for the kill. No, we didn't actually let him go at it. I fed him a few bites before he got distracted by the waitress's butt again and we moved the ice cream away. Out of sight, out of mind.

All hopped up on sugar on the way home.

Do you think he's trying to tell us something? Maybe he didn't get enough to eat? Maybe I should hook a binky onto his carseat?

Finally, a picture of my other child.