We got ourselves a fine new eatin’ locale this weekend:
I didn’t even bother to take a picture of our old table. It was just far too embarrassing to go public with. Suffice it to say, we feel like actual adults now, and have to figure out how to actually take care of real-fine furniture as such*.
That said, we didn’t particularly eat like adults for our first meal at the table:
A passable Red Baron pizza and . . .
Really stretching the meaning of the word “cuisine” here. Amanda liked the pudding, which, amazingly, marked the first known time she has ever eaten pudding, believe it or not. A shame it had to be wasted on Kid “Cuisine” pudding, but not every “first time” is noteworthy – as is evidenced by this entire meal.
*If you’re wondering, the chairs are still covered in a protective plastic, which we chose to keep in place until I got a chance to thoroughly Scotchgard them. It’s not just having a messy child around. We also have a messy adult around. Me.