But before the formula nightmare we decided to try going out to eat again with the kids. This time we asked Mom and Dad to join us at where, you guessed it, Chili's. Chili's seems to be the only place that comes to mind when I think of a place easy to take the little ones to. They were all dressed up and ready for their evening on the town and were relatively good, that is until the food came. Alex was the first to start his fussing, so Ed got the waiter to bring us a nice hot container of water to warm up his bottle in while I took him to the bathroom to change his diaper. The bathroom at Chili's was like ice and Alex was none too keen on that and pitched quite a fit in the bathroom. Once he was back in the warmth though he calmed down and Ed fed him. Right about that time Calista started her fussing, so I repeated this with her. She had the same reaction to the cold bathroom and let out some screams.
Grandpa with a well behaved Alex, before our dinner came.
We got back to the table and Mom and Dad ate their food while Calista and Alex ate their food and Ed and I stared at our delicious hamburgers just sitting there waiting for us to take a bite. Calista decided that she really didn't want to eat after all so Mom and I took turns rocking her in her car seat while we ate. Alex calmed right down and just sat in his car seat while Ed and Dad took turns talking to him.
We had two more missions to complete before we headed home. Go to Target to get more diapers and teething pills for Calista and then off to Carters to buy some new pajama's for Calista. Target went well, Calista fell asleep half way through the store and Alex was quiet. At Carters they were both really good too, until we got towards the end. Calista had had enough of this shopping thing, so I wrapped up my shopping and we high taled it out of there.
I then took a ride home on the Screaming Express. That little girl cried all the way home! In fact at one point I called Ed who was driving behind me with no screaming children in his car so he could share my driving experience with me. He didn't care to and the phone call was a short one.
The plan was once we got in the door I'd take Calista downstairs and nurse her while he got Alex set up with a bottle and we'd just unload the car later. The plan went off smoothly and they were both down by 9:30. We forgot about the car and just went to bed ourselves. Good thing because they were back up again at 1 a.m. still very fussy and screaming from that awful formula we gave them. It took us over an hour to get them settled and back into bed. At around 2:15 I think it was we were trying to get back to sleep ourselves when the cats started in. Lucy and Leo were scratching on boxes, doors, cabinets, anything they could find. I think our kitties have had enough of not being the center of our universe anymore. Mental note: Must find some time to pet a cat or two each day.
The worst part of motherhood is having a crying hungry child in your car and no way to take care of him or her until you get to your destination. Not only is it deafening, it also makes you feel like a bad mother for having a hungry child in the first place.
The best part of motherhood is getting to dress up your children. I'm just going to hate it when they decide what they want to wear and I can't dress up my little dolls anymore.