Went to my usual Sunday morning breakfast with a baby. Today was Story’s turn to get out for one-to-one time with her Papa. She was a little cranky being out today probably because her mother wrapped her in so many layers of clothing she could barely move Lord help us when it actually gets cold outside). Then sitting in the car seat at the diner table while I drink coffee and talk about motorcycles is probably not much fun. She really likes being held as if she is standing up so that she can look around and see what is going on around her. That puts a smile on her face.
Fortunately it was not fine dining so the other people in the diner really could not complain that there was a whiny baby in the house. Besides, it is usually the same people who go to the diner each Sunday so they are used to me and my twins coming to eat there on Sundays.