Happy Hour in Greece

I have a kind and gracious husband who has offered to watch the children once a week while I go to yoga.  This is a nice break for me, and when I get home I get to hear stories of the day from Ryan, and he is much easier to ply information from than Gavin, who is typically remarkably tight lipped about his day.  Ryan told me of putting Gavin to bed tonight, when he sang him "There was an old lady who swallowed a fly", which, let's be honest, is a terrible song.  Right up there with "The cat came back", which is slightly funnier but arguably a touch more morbid.  Anyway, right about the time Ryan got to the old lady swallowing the dog, he looked over and noticed the unhappy look on G's face, who told Ry he didn't like this song.  Gavin is a sensitive boy.  We try not to shelter his delicate tendencies too much, but he really takes any injuries a living creature may sustain to heart.

We went out to dinner last night.  It had probably been about 3 months since the last time we did that, and apparently I forgot why we had stuck to eating at home.  There is a new Greek restaurant in town however, and I wanted to try it.  There are only so many small, locally owned, non-Applebee's restaurants in Lewiston-Auburn, so I like to support them if I can.  Or drive their business away, depending on your perspective.  Anyway, Annah was tired, and we spent the whole evening with one adult walking her around this tiny place while the other tried to shovel as much food as quickly as possible into their mouth.  Looks like take-out for some time to come.  But, and I probably should not admit this, I do get some sick, perverse pleasure out of a yelling baby at a restaurant.  Ryan is appropriately apologetic, but I am not.  Maybe that says something about me as a person, but I'd rather not think about it too much.  People were pretty nice however, and the way I figure it, the 5-6 o'clock hour is for old people and young children at restaurants anyway.  If that is when you choose to eat, then you have chosen the company you will keep.

Gavin is constantly impressing me with his powers of observation.  We were driving in town on Wednesday, my day off from work, and he noticed a Corolla in front of us.  He stated that the rear lights looked just like Daddy's car.  Nothing gets past him.  I got chided for not putting on my seatbelt between our mailbox and our house the other day too.  Strict minding of P's and Q's is now observed in our house as a consequence.