Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Date Night to Sesame Street

At the end of April we went out on the town for a family date (minus Mabel). We saw Sesame Street live. It was basically Sesame Street on Broadway. Singing, dancing, lights, drama, monsters and a music teacher. It was awesome. I think my favorite part was when Bert came out dressed in a white tux and danced to Rockin' Robin and a disco song--can't remember which one.
The boys loved it. We LOVED it. It was a blast. 

We picked up Todd from campus and while we waited for him I put on my make up, then let the boys pretend to drive but they actually wanted to pretend to put on make up . . .




We ate a lovely dinner at Wendy's (see more of a description at the end of this post) and headed to the basketball arena, aka, the parachute.

 We enjoyed the show:







And the boys crashed on the way home. All exhausted from an evening of fun.
Todd had to return to campus to finish up some lab work so I carried three sleeping babies into the house and tucked them in bed. 
I tell ya, Todd's one hard worker, and never complains.
What a guy.

Me on the other hand . . . 
Before the concert we dined at Wendy's. (I love their apple, nut, blue cheese salad, and we ALL love their frosties, no doubt.) There's a new Wendy's right on campus and it's two stories. Pretty cool.
It was delicious and quite a treat, but it was there that I decided that going out to eat is not easier than eating at home. 
I never thought eating at home would be easier than eating out. But it is, at least for now. 
Taking three young children out to eat is not a walk in the park.
For me:
Eating out with two or less children = no food prep, no dishes to wash, paper menus and crayons, fun, fun, and fun.
Eating out with three or more (young) children (at a fast food place) = complicated orders (children can be picky); remembering to grab all the required utensils, napkins, straws, ketchups for everyone, and high chairs or boosters; trying to keep your kids focused on eating and not on the TVs or other guests; eating your own food while nursing and keeping other little hands out of your food; cleaning up spills, wrappers, faces, hands, and clothes; and then knowing that you'll have to feed them a second dinner or before-bed snack of "normal food" when you get home because restaurant food is just too weird. Kinda defeats the purpose, right?

*Sigh*
Home is where the heart is
And where the stomach is.

I'm glad the evening ended on a high note with awesome performances by the furry and friendly Sesame Street monsters, and cuddling with my fam.

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