Wow. . .

The day has come that we took our boys into an actual restaurant, had a meal, and. . .enjoyed the entire experience!  It was nothing short of amazing.  Now I know most families take their tots out to eat and have a great time.  Most parents do not know the extreme delight and frustration that comes from parenting our monkeys (nor do we know the intricacies of their kiddos). 
Anyway, Jackson on his own is great at restaurants, Bear-not so much.  And the combination is usually enough to have me in a state of frustration near tears as I realize that we just paid to not enjoy our meal while others looked at us as though we were the worst parents ever. 
But tonight-it was great.  The boys got along, they ate their food, they sat in their chairs.  By the end of the meal I felt as if heaven had opened up and the angels were singing while crowning me “good mother of the evening.”  Now that may be a bit dramatic but seriously, it beat the tears and common fears that my boys will behave like Steve Martin in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels at the table for ever.  My first thought was that WE HAVE ARRIVED!  My second thought was, well, in another two years when baby 3 is two then maybe we will arrive.  And then I realized that maybe baby 3 will be one of those kids that many of my friends have, you know the ones that are happy to stare at a coloring book for an hour.  I know, genetically, not probable-but still possible right? 
So for now, I bask in the glory of a meal out with the boys where we all had a fantastic time.  And I know better than to plan any more outings because this might never happen again!