Daughters

On Sunday we took Jason out for brunch to celebrate Father's Day.

The spot we picked was a nice Italian place, and someplace we had not yet tried. The food was amazing, and service superb. The brunch menu included all-you-can-drink Bellini's. Glasses were barely half-full and the wait staff was there with Champagne and peach puree. It was great.

What made the morning especially great was our immensely well-behaved two year old. Ainsley was an incredible pleasure throughout the meal. I think the warm bread helped - she was able to get something on her belly while we waited for the "real" food. But she laughed and entertained, and even used the potty like a big girl. She also ate like a champ - tortellini with peas and ham. Daddy even convinced her to try some of his carpaccio, and the prosciutto was a huge hit. But the best new taste? Lemon gellato.

I know so many parents who don't take their kids out to restaurants, especially nice restaurants. And then, when they decide to finally eat out, they don't understand why their kids are so poorly behaved. Our theory is that the more you go, the more they get used to what's expected of them.

Amelia handled herself beautifully as well - people-watching quietly through most of the meal. She did decide she wanted to eat at one point (seems she always likes to eat when the rest of the family does). And, I have to admit, I get a secret thrill at breastfeeding in "nice" places. The fancier, the better. We are always discretely covered (yay, Hooter Hiders!), but I did enjoy the dirty looks from the high-falutin' older ladies enjoying their eggs benedict. And while I did retreat to public restrooms a number of times with Ainsley, I absolutely refuse with Amelia.